<?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-16490409</id><updated>2011-07-15T15:13:09.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mots sages de Turélie et de Poulie</title><subtitle type='html'>Là où manque l'inspiration, que surgisse un blogue!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</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>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-116828230569539575</id><published>2007-01-08T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T11:51:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devrais-je continuer avec mon cours d'italien???</title><content type='html'>Les amis! Aidez-moi! J'ai seulement eu un B dans mon cours d'italien. Je ne sais aps si ca vaut la peine de continuer... Je veux apprendre la langue, mais je pourrais juste auditer le cours... mais, je sais aussi que je suis capable de faire mieux qu&lt;un B... avec un peu d'effort... mais j'ai ajouter une cours d'histoire ce semestre... que faire???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-116828230569539575?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/116828230569539575/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=116828230569539575' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/116828230569539575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a performer and therefore less intelligent... and definately less introverted... independent.. yeah, thats me... sensitive... meh, who needs it... anxious... ,.... ehhh ehhh ehhh euhhh... hummm... meh! and androgynous... let leave that one to you... i am woman hear me roar... &lt;br /&gt;You can roar too if you feel like it dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Jen agrees with the brass player comment though... so true, so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to Canada!&lt;br /&gt;I blogged.... although it was a pretty small and useless one... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-116606697008518506?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/116606697008518506/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-116606629029979432</id><published>2006-12-13T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:18:36.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pickle&lt;br /&gt;Je viens de relire la merveilleuse conversation que j'ai eu avec moi meme au moi de novembre l'année passé.... il faudrait qu'onrecommense... relire les blogs passés.... je manque de notre vielle complexité...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-116606629029979432?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/116606629029979432/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Christmas is coming&lt;br /&gt;The Goose is getting fat&lt;br /&gt;Please to put a penny in the old man's hat&lt;br /&gt;Please to put a penny in the old man's hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've no penny&lt;br /&gt;A ha'penny will do&lt;br /&gt;If you've no ha'penny then God bless you&lt;br /&gt;If you have no ha'penny then God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding ding&lt;br /&gt;Ding Ding&lt;br /&gt;Ding Ding &lt;br /&gt;FA Ooo&lt;br /&gt;Ding ding&lt;br /&gt;Ding ding&lt;br /&gt;Ding ding&lt;br /&gt;Ding ding dong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming the goose is getting fat&lt;br /&gt;Please to put a penny in the old man's hat&lt;br /&gt;Please to put a penny in the old man's hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've no penny&lt;br /&gt;A ha'penny will do&lt;br /&gt;If you've no ha'penny then God bless you&lt;br /&gt;If you have no ha'penny then God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-116606575784878268?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/116606575784878268/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=116606575784878268' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/116606575784878268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/116606575784878268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/12/12.html' title='12'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-116466696290292744</id><published>2006-11-27T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:36:02.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il me faut une couleur</title><content type='html'>Alors, pour ceux d'entres vous que ca interesse, il est temps que je me fasse teindre les cheveux. Oui. Besoin. Maintenant. Au plus vite possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tout cas. J'ai décidé de blogger, mais je n'ai pas trop trop à dire. Je suis encore avec mon chum, meme s'il y a eu quelques patch rough, comme on dirait. À part ca. Il rete 2 semaines de classes. J'ai tres tres hate d'avoir fini. Joui, tu reviens quand??? On a un concert de chorale lundi prochain, et laisser moi vous dire, les amies,nous ne sommes pas pretes. Comme vraiment pas. Faut apprendre la musique par coeur, et il ne reste que 2 pratiques, et ca ne fonctionne juste pas... ca devrait être inetressant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else. Ummmmm.... Il fait froid ici a Calgary, un freddo bestiale, comme on dirait en italiano. Vogliate inparare il italiano con me? E molto buono. Voi piace il lingua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tout cas, j'espere que vous allez bien. Qu'il ne fait pas trop trop froid, et j'écris si j'amais y'a quelqeu chose d'interessant que se passe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poulie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-116466696290292744?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/116466696290292744/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=116466696290292744' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/116466696290292744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/116466696290292744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/11/il-me-faut-une-couleur.html' title='Il me faut une couleur'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-116399123163066358</id><published>2006-11-19T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:53:54.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un retour au monde de blog!</title><content type='html'>Alors bonjour les amis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no blog, je sais.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai décidé qu'il était fort temps que je me reprenne, mais malheureusement je n'ai que quelques minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Alors pour la vie, tout va bien. Je suis encore avec mon boy, ca va bien. Mon tout petit frere est déménagé avec moi, ça aussi ça va bien, on s'accorde. En plus, je vais à l'école. C'est drole, l'an passé c'était le blog continuel, mais cette année... dison que ca fait assez pitié&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tout cas, je suis allé au PFCNO la fin de semaine passé, à Winnipeg. C'était le fun. La nourriture était vraiment pas bonne, mais à part de ca, c'était awesome. Je me suis fait en masse des amis, à qui j'ai montré la chanson de la femme en bleu. Dison qu'elle a pris pis pas mal.  J'ai été élue vice-présidente, all good... la présidence sera la mienne l'année après... Mouhahha MOUHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fait du geocaching, qui était le fun parce que c'était moi, Stephan le anarchist végé et Marc mon amour, avec un autre gars nono qui ne vaux pas grands mentions, et on s'est promené dans les rues de Saint Boniface en chantant des cantiques de noel. Ca rockais. L'autre activité était du ballon chasseur et vraiment, mon équipe était la meilleur. On a completment détruit les autres équipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les débats de la fin de semaine était vraiment de tresa bonne qualité, et les participants de ce PFCNO parlais TOUS en francais comme TOUT le temps. Faut dire que j'était assez impressioné. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'an prochain mon joui, tu es mieux de venir... ça va être à Vancouver, alors ca risque d'être vraiment le fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À part de ca, il ne reste que 3 semaines de classes. Je suis en train de travaillé sur un projet d'analyse d'une pièce pour piuano et horn de Beethoven et je suis vraiment moche. Ca me prend tellement de temps, et y'en a la moitié pour lequel je suis completement perdu. Meh, je vasi demandé à des gens à l'école. Le semestre prochain est supposé être mieux, avec la musique atonal... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je pratique mon chant, qui est un grand accomplisement pour moi, mais j'aime ca parce que j'améliore continuellement. Je vasi auditionné pur un solo pour la chorale mardi, et si la directrice va par qualité et tout ca, je devrait l'avoir.... parcontre, elle a tendance à aller avec les nouvelles, alors on va voir... C'est de la chanson Salut Printemps de Débussy (qu'on chante au concert de noel... like really, et ca monte jusqu'à un la dièse, qui est haut... et ca a beacoup de saut, alors c'est vraiment un chant de grande difficulté et ca fait comme trois semaine que je le pratique continuellement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tout cas, le chum me dis qu'il est temps de partir... alros je vous laisse pour la présente. Il suffit de dire que j'ai repris le gout du blog en ses dernières minutes,. alors vous me revoirez bientot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci vediamo&lt;br /&gt;Arrivaderci i miei amici!&lt;br /&gt;XO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-116399123163066358?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/116399123163066358/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=116399123163066358' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/116399123163066358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/116399123163066358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/11/un-retour-au-monde-de-blog.html' title='Un retour au monde de blog!'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-115410544226440649</id><published>2006-07-28T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T10:50:42.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sold my folkfest tickets. Had no one to go with :( Am gonna hang with boy instead. I did go last night though. Was pretty good... the skeeters got me pretty good though, so i was somewhat occupied with trying to stop them from bitting me. Hopefully y'all had a good week... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going running now... as soon as the stupid mp3 charges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-115410544226440649?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/115410544226440649/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=115410544226440649' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/115410544226440649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/115410544226440649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-sold-my-folkfest-tickets.html' title=''/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-115319165350769466</id><published>2006-07-17T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:00:53.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>run, run, run</title><content type='html'>Alors je sais que pivkle tu ne veux plus écrire dans ce blog... mais moi je vais continuer... nice and relaxed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors aujourd'hui il fallait que je cours 18km. Here's the thing, ca fait comme 2 semaines que je n'ai pas couru, le plus que j'ai fait dans les derniers mois, c'Est 15 km... et c'était tough. Mais anyhoo, j'étais prête. Je me suis levée, habillé et je suis parti assez tot, parce qu'il était supossé faire presque 30 aujourd'hui, et ca ne me tantait pas de courir dans cette chaleur là... ca veut dire que je n'ai pas mangé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors pour ceux d'entre vous qui connaissez Calgary, j'ai stationné au bout de Shaganappi, pret de la rivière. J'ai lu la pancarte et vue que Fort Calgary était à 9.5 km. Parfait, je vais allé là. Here's the thing, je ne l'ai pas trouvé, et j'ai continué à courir jusqu'au zoo. J'ai entré dans le zoo et courru encore un bon 10 minutes avant de tourné de bord. It was all good.... en revenant par contre... mon ventre commencais à vouloir de la nourriture, des bonbons ou quelque chose.. like really. En fin de compte... ca m'a pris 2h50 minutes retourné à mon auto, parce que j'ai fini par courir plus de 11km pour me rendre au zoo... donc, au moins 22 km en tout... au moins je sais que je vais pouvoir faire le demi marathon... lui c'Est juste 21 km... with energy goo.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyhoo.. j'ai maintenant tres mal aux genoux... monter et descendre les escalier... ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'était le point de mon blog... dire ouch... bobos.. et how good am i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je n'ai pas encore mis la photo de nigel sur l'internet... mais bientot... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-115319165350769466?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/115319165350769466/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=115319165350769466' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/115319165350769466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/115319165350769466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/07/run-run-run.html' title='run, run, run'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-115250588502210455</id><published>2006-07-09T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:31:25.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>going on a picnic</title><content type='html'>SO i basically spent the weekend with Nigel, which was quite good... i got to meet his parents and siblings, and nephews and niece... there are a few more important people to meet.. like his son... but for now all is good. On tuesday we are goinf for a picnic... he says he knows this great place, and since i asked him out, i finally get to do something (he basically pays for everything... i mean, i'm not complaining...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i need help... this will be my first date picnic, and well, i have an idea of some foods to bring, but not all... what would you guys bring? don't say KFC. I'm making this picnic, and it will be perfect... but yeah, need some ideas for the food... c'mon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this blog is basically useless... but i was just sitting here, noticing how sad and lonely it was, and decided an entry, even a very simple one, would be nice.. so there.... People, give me some picnic ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci les beautés&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-115250588502210455?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/115250588502210455/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=115250588502210455' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/115250588502210455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/115250588502210455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/07/going-on-picnic.html' title='going on a picnic'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-115150508948193034</id><published>2006-06-28T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T08:31:29.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J'ai rencontré ce garcons v'là une semaine, j'ai sorti avec pour la première fois vendredi, et depuis je l'ai vu à TOUT les jours. Il est venu me visité au travail samedi (pour ramassé son toto brisé) et on a échangé de numéros de téléphones. Après, dimanche après midi, lors d'une marche que je prenais avec Stacey, il m'a téléphoné pour m'invité à allé chez son ami regarder la télé et "chiller". C'étais comme être chez Matthieu, sauf que quand ils on passé le joint, j'ai refusé, et lui aussi. En partant de chez son ami, il m'a invité d'aller prendre une marche le lendemain apres son travail. J'ai accepté. Nous sommes allé au Nose Hill Park marché pour environ 2 heures, loin de la civilisation. Ensuite, il m'a dit qu'il voulait me faire à souper un jour, mais qu'il ne savait pas si ça devrait être avant que je parte pour edmonton, ou dès mon retour. J'ai suggéré qu'il vienne regarder un film chez moi mercredi ou jeudi soir. Il a finalement choisi jeudi soir, et est venu me voir mardi à 15h (l'heure que j'étais supposé finir de travailler), durant son break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors oui, je l'ai revu :) On parle beacoup beacoup, qui est tres bien. Je vais prendre une photo sur mon téléphone pour vous le montrer.... hummmmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-115150508948193034?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/115150508948193034/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=115150508948193034' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/115150508948193034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/115150508948193034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/06/jai-rencontr-ce-garcons-vl-une-semaine.html' title=''/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-115110535337866002</id><published>2006-06-23T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:29:13.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>will he show?</title><content type='html'>My 5 O'clock client is late (no show?) and the cute mechanic called the salon this morning to know where it was.... will she come? Will he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-115110535337866002?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/115110535337866002/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=115110535337866002' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/115110535337866002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/115110535337866002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/06/will-he-show.html' title='will he show?'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-115008332691811285</id><published>2006-06-11T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:44:57.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Du haut des montagnes je vous appelles</title><content type='html'>Il faudrait que quelqu'un écrive ce qui se passe&lt;br /&gt;La Russie est-elle différente cette fois?&lt;br /&gt;Ici sans nouvelles je suis lasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As-tu trouvé un chapeaux&lt;br /&gt;De fourure d'animaux&lt;br /&gt;Une accordéon pour jouer&lt;br /&gt;Une autre shot, se souler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La langue avance-t-elle&lt;br /&gt;Tu connais le mot pour pelle?&lt;br /&gt;Je ne pouvait pas penser&lt;br /&gt;Un mot pour rhymer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi je coupe les cheveux&lt;br /&gt;Et je end bienheureux&lt;br /&gt;Les clients bien diverses&lt;br /&gt;Qui ont parfois des belles fesses &lt;br /&gt;(je penses à un client en particulier, un Autrichien merveilleusement européen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais mon amie tu n'Est pas seule&lt;br /&gt;A ignorer le blog, la feuille...&lt;br /&gt;Le Craquelin de Montréal&lt;br /&gt;N'écris points de mots amicales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle me manque, oui elle me manque&lt;br /&gt;Tu me manque oui tu me manque&lt;br /&gt;Vous les voyageuses busy&lt;br /&gt;Pensez à moi ici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le meastro il écris bien&lt;br /&gt;Et sur msn il me rejoins&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis peut etre pas seule&lt;br /&gt;MAis de vos nouvelles je suis en deuille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors mon Mon pico, mon pickle&lt;br /&gt;Mon craquelin qui n'Est pas fickle&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas vous faire peurs&lt;br /&gt;Mais vous me manquez amies de coeurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-115008332691811285?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/115008332691811285/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=115008332691811285' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/115008332691811285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/115008332691811285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/06/du-haut-des-montagnes-je-vous-appelles.html' title='Du haut des montagnes je vous appelles'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114841558083736838</id><published>2006-05-23T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:19:40.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing... did i spell that right?</title><content type='html'>Bonjour les ami(e)s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors je suis ici, assise au travail, a ecrire un petit blog pour vous dire bonjour. Je parle au Maestro a MSN, qui vient d'aller prendre un cafe, et attend patiament la parti des oilers plus tard, et je pense.... Oui, folie de toute folie, je pense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yier, j'ai eu un moment de nostalgie et j'ai commence a penser a avant. Je vais changer a l'anglais parce que franchement je suis en train de me tanne de pas d'accent.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i was sitting there, alone in my home, on my red couch, looking through pictures of paris, and the few of hawaii i could find. And then of grad... and of first year. It was good times... and then, get this, i dreamed about my high school buddies.... it was just like being in grade 12 again... sure we we in a space ship and there was this thing trying to kill us all and i ended up in this room where i wouldn't die, but then the ship exploded, but not the room... then back on space ship... but yeah, other than that, just like real high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me realize i miss some friends. &lt;br /&gt;So i have decided that on thursday, i shall meet up with Stephan and possibly his brother, for coffee and chit chat... or i will at least call then and see if they're up for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries Craquelin, i will also hang with you would not miss that for the world.... Really sorry about the misunderstanding last week, but hopefully you will still be up for a slumber party this thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my little brobro is graduating from high school on saturday. I can hardly believe it.. i mean... dude.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pretty dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note. i am organizing my schedule for next year. Pico, you would be so proud of me. However there has been a change. they are swaping up the curriculum and there are course i will not need, but i will need... anyways, its confusing, so i will have to see how it works again... all good though...&lt;br /&gt;I am taking italian 1, and am really very excited... maybe i will meet new boys in this class... non first year boys, cause let me tell you, some of them are cute and all, but doesn't change the fact that they're 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. I am at work, and i i best get back to a semblance of hairdressing... slow day...a lthough it is also a short day, as i am only really here for a few hours. only 45 more minutes even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rereading Gabrielle and the Whole Gout du Bonheur series... and i am still convihnced Adelaide is a beautiful name... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, so back to work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a few of you in a few days... a few more in a few months... and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;kiss kiss&lt;br /&gt;Poulie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114841558083736838?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114841558083736838/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114841558083736838' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114841558083736838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114841558083736838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/05/reminiscing-did-i-spell-that-right_23.html' title='Reminiscing... did i spell that right?'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114792902633648952</id><published>2006-05-17T23:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:10:26.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>go looky then laughy</title><content type='html'>http://www.milkandcookies.com/article/3426/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114792902633648952?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114792902633648952/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114792902633648952' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114792902633648952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114792902633648952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/05/go-looky-then-laughy.html' title='go looky then laughy'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114732497007759723</id><published>2006-05-10T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:22:50.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My waterbed broke. I came upstairs to go to bed, at like 9:30, and as i was removing some clothes, i saw they were wet. I proceded to look at my bed. Sure enough, water everywhere... at least not on the floor... thank god for that plastic cover thingy underneath. However i must now wait for the bed to be empty before i can  go to sleep, in the guesat bed, which i assume will become my bed now. Good thing its comfortable. makes me sad though... liked my waterbed... all warm and inviting and cuddly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114732497007759723?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114732497007759723/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114732497007759723' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114732497007759723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114732497007759723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-waterbed-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114679947436086173</id><published>2006-05-04T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:24:34.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a mountain...</title><content type='html'>Ah les amies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am, listening to the sweet sounds of Sarah Harmer, and i just couldn't help but think of y'all. Miss ya all, hope ya all are having the fun in Edmonton... with your hockey team that does not choke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In news of me, i am no longer doing a updo competition, as it would seem that i have to be listenced, and poor me, i am only an apprentice. Damn. The silver linning is that i'll be able to watch another 2 updo competitions before i do one, and another silver lining is that cause i am no longer bringing my friend to be my model, i will be free to hang hang hang without guilt..... and maybe go visit certain manfriends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Kaitlin, call me cause i will want to do somehting sunday night, if you are not too busy and don't have to be up too early on monday. Otherwise, i could pull a saturday night thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm yeah... i have to call a friend, as she gave me an envelop with 100$ to buy her a flat iron, and god only knows where it is... must call ehr to find out if it stayed in her car... cause i just cleaned my car, and let me tell you, its not there. :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114679947436086173?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114679947436086173/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114679947436086173' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114679947436086173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114679947436086173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-mountain.html' title='I&apos;m a mountain...'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114603037119519732</id><published>2006-04-25T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:46:11.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot tell you how sad</title><content type='html'>I am that you will be leaving. But seeing as it is only for a short duration of time this time, i can overcome my pain, and simply plan many many parties to pass the time until you return to me in ALberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, i am all done school, and have just spent a fabulous two whole days visiting my familia. Now i will be heading back to the city of my work in the morning, as i am to be there by 4 in the afternoon... will be leaving early i fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note (many more to come i'm sure) This weekend is becoming to look very full for me. I am to do the Calgary woman's show (my salon has a booth), and i am offering a moakeover prize to those who wish to enter. Here is a few pictues of one of my friends who allowed me to use her as model and toy with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/photo_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/200/photo_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/photo_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/photo_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, on saturday night i am singing in a oncert, and ther is still 2 songs i am not sure of, one of which i only know half to words. and on sunday i am directing mass, and have not yet choosen the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... busy week ahead of me! YE!!! BUT NO SCHOOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyways, i am wasting precious packing time, so must run... will blog later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poulie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114603037119519732?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114603037119519732/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114603037119519732' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114603037119519732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114603037119519732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cannot-tell-you-how-sad.html' title='I cannot tell you how sad'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114600659393930310</id><published>2006-04-25T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:09:53.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Décollage imminent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/AERO767-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/400/AERO767-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça y est, j'y vais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114600659393930310?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114600659393930310/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114600659393930310' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114600659393930310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114600659393930310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/dcollage-imminent.html' title='Décollage imminent'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114583376497677389</id><published>2006-04-23T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:09:24.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quipou</title><content type='html'>j'étudie aujourd'hui la différence entre les déterminants, les adverbes et les pronoms, qui s'avère beaucoup plus compliquée que ce à quoi je m'attendais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais dès demain, j'en aurai fini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et demain sera une journée très très occupée, surtout si je dois aller travailler en plus (et encore plus si Travel Cuts continue de me snobber).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nico le pico à dos de chameau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/main800_r24_c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/main800_r24_c4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114583376497677389?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114583376497677389/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114583376497677389' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114583376497677389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114583376497677389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/quipou.html' title='Quipou'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114523582563184771</id><published>2006-04-16T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:03:45.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to leave without saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://explodingdog.com"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/iwanttoleavewithoutsayinggo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/iwanttoleavewithoutsayinggo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'ai envie de partir à l'aventure encore une fois&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114523582563184771?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114523582563184771/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114523582563184771' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114523582563184771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114523582563184771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-to-leave-without-saying-goodbye.html' title='i want to leave without saying goodbye'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114507240448786382</id><published>2006-04-14T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:40:04.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made cookies. Thats it. Just thought you should know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate chip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114507240448786382?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114507240448786382/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114507240448786382' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114507240448786382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114507240448786382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-made-cookies.html' title=''/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114495015494843783</id><published>2006-04-13T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:42:34.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Small blog</title><content type='html'>To end the last and rather random blog... hllo again. I miss you all. If any of you wish to come visit me for easter you are invited... i would even cook for you! you could get your hair done n saturday if you want... i would give you a deal. And my exam on monday is only at 8 in the morning and only a few hours long... if you wanted to stay we could hang once you woke up. Or, if you prefer, i am officially done on the 18th at 11 am, you could come see me then. I would hang with you. I would like that. It would make me happy. Or you could send me some of your easter feast. That would be nice too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or... you could go check out the website for my salon.... it makes me happy... in a scary exorcist kind of way.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.turningheads.ca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114495015494843783?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114495015494843783/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114495015494843783' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114495015494843783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114495015494843783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/small-blog.html' title='Small blog'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114494916741957527</id><published>2006-04-13T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:26:07.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alors c'est un duel que vous desirer</title><content type='html'>*Ce texte sera malheureusement sans accents, le rendant possiblement difficile a comprendre de temps en temps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la DERNIERE journee d'ecole!!! YEEEE!!!! Je suis contente, bien que j'ai decide de ne pas participer a BSD, ou Burmuda Shorts Day, qui reelement n'est qu'un beer gardens. Il fallait que j'aille chercher un wristband par yier, et la ligne etait toujours trop longue, alors au lieu, je vais etudier!!! Que je suis une bonne etudiante! Il faut juste vraiment que j'etudie si je veux bien faire sur ma derniere examen, et aussi, il faut vraiment tres beaucoup que je pratique si j'ai l'intention de wow-er les juges pour mon jury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis jalouse de vous tous, though. Si j'etais avec vous je serais en train de prendre un  biere au Beer Gardens, je le sais. Je serais en train de hanger, disant que je peux etudier demain. Mais vous etes loins, et je ne peux pas aller vous visiter... meme si je veux vraiment, parce qu'il faut que je travaille samedi. Sinon, j'irais passer paque avec vous.... au lieu d'avec moi... Man... slightly depressing... je vais etudier et pratiquer dimanche, c'est tout.... oh, et aller courir... si j'etais vraiment organiser, et j'etudiais avant, oh et je ne chantais pas a la messe samedi, j'pourrais y aller samedi soir et revenir diamcnhe... dang moi et ma participation aux ceremonies liturgiques... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big words.... i love them...&lt;br /&gt;Mais like really! Fuck! Je suis en train de burner un CD pour un mon examne d'histoire et damn it, l&lt;ordi de l'ecole veut pas me laisser! y'a arreter half way through! C'est la deuxieme fois, what a waste of a CD... F*$K! J&lt;aurais du aller a l'autre computer lab... utiliser Itunes... and just when i was about to be happy again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well darn.. ok, je bloggerais plus tard.... Pickle... feel free to also blog away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114494916741957527?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114494916741957527/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114494916741957527' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114494916741957527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114494916741957527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/alors-cest-un-duel-que-vous-desirer.html' title='Alors c&apos;est un duel que vous desirer'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114442590059081343</id><published>2006-04-07T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T10:05:00.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One down!</title><content type='html'>Only four more days of school left this year!&lt;br /&gt;Only four more days of School!&lt;br /&gt;Soon will be time!&lt;br /&gt;To drink beer all day!&lt;br /&gt;Only four more days of school left this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One exam down only 3 to go! Lalallaa! Ohhhhhh yeah! &lt;br /&gt;I have one tuesday! And THEN! i have one next monday and then jurry on next tuesday!!!!  Well Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! to summer! Ye!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completeely seperate note, Craquelin, your blog is far far from a waste of internet space, it makes me smile, and that is never a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh ! Also! I went SHOPPING! last night! Bought  a FABULOUs outfit! it is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute! I juste love love it! Oh yeah... new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then... i shall leave you to your gloomy julie-less lives and hope this small window into my being has brought you happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAPO-IE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114442590059081343?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114442590059081343/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114442590059081343' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114442590059081343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114442590059081343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-down.html' title='One down!'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114425362740542072</id><published>2006-04-05T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:14:13.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing with me!</title><content type='html'>(Sur l'air de 99 bottles of beer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only six more days of school left this year!&lt;br /&gt;Only six more days of school&lt;br /&gt;Have one dodo&lt;br /&gt;Then there'll be one less&lt;br /&gt;Only six more days of school left this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited! Can you tell?!?!?&lt;br /&gt; And ladies, you will hate me, but i only have one real final. I have a musicianship final friday, which is somewhat stressfull, and i will study for it in a few minutes. then the singing portion on tuesday, the studying for this is less extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 17th i have my real final, for which i actually have to study a lot, History... Then  the 18th i have my jury! This will be lots of work, but hey! its singing! that makes me happy... although i don't actually know my songs yet... gotta get on that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i have a choir concert on monday... which will be enough work cause we need to memorise, and i really don't think we are ready, but HEY! Its ALLLLL good! cause: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only six more days of schoo left this year! &lt;br /&gt;Only six more days of School!&lt;br /&gt;How fast it went&lt;br /&gt;This year in music!&lt;br /&gt;Only six more days of school left this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and i invited my parents t my early music ensemble concert... not too sure why.... i mean... it is rare that anybody would ejoy early music as a rule... and not everybody in this particular group actually has all the singing talent... hummmmm.... i don't know if they'll ever trust me to tell them which concert to come see again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey y'all, you should come to me Early music concert next year!!!! Jk... won't actually be taking that class next year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalallalalallalalalal&lt;br /&gt;lalallalallalal&lt;br /&gt;lallalala lalalala&lt;br /&gt;Only six more days of school left this year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tune in tomorow for an updated version of this original song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114425362740542072?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114425362740542072/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114425362740542072' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114425362740542072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114425362740542072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/sing-with-me.html' title='Sing with me!'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114412706722232438</id><published>2006-04-03T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:04:27.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cette fin de semaine</title><content type='html'>Je fais partie de la révolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/story/canada/national/2006/04/03/metis060402.html"&gt;160 Acres par Métis vivant au Manitoba en 1870!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114412706722232438?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114412706722232438/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114412706722232438' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114412706722232438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114412706722232438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/cette-fin-de-semaine.html' title='Cette fin de semaine'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114404010683681774</id><published>2006-04-02T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:55:06.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wrote essai</title><content type='html'>Alright ladies and gentlement, i worte my essai. DONE!!! I should be cleaning now. But first i will blog some, then clean some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went running. Oui, j'ai fait 14 km en 97 minutes et 30 secondes, mais je vous dit, j'ai eu MAL! J'ai presque arrêté comme 5 fois. mais il fallit que je finissent!!!! et je l'ai fais! Yé! encore une fois, hip hip hourra pour moi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et apres j'ai mangé du A&amp;W, parce uqe ca faisait longtemp, longtemps que je n'en avais pas mangé. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pis apres je me suis rendu au computer lab écrire.... luckily y'avait une fille qui y allait au meme temps que moi, parce que ma carte n'ouvre pas la porte, et il n'y avait personne en dedans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRES, je me suis rendu à la maison et j'ai fais de la soupe pour souper... yum yum, de la soupe Nolette.. et y'en a meme pas qui est rentrer dasn mon poele! C'Est toute resté dans le chaudron! Yé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et apres j'ai été regarder Greys Anatomy... only somewhat shocking... whatev....&lt;br /&gt;Et apres je suis montée en haut finir ma dissertation. Et apres j'ai blogé! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca fait une moyenne journée! Oh j'suis meme allé à la messe!!!! CRAZYNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais je devrais etre en train de nettoyer tout de suite... ca ne me tente pas :S.... blurk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... my life is far from as exciting as you guys, i mean, you guys actually went out and had alcool in a BAR! Crazy! all i did all weekend was work... which was pretty good... did a color and a few haircuts... should have a few return clients :) yé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... is all.... what about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114404010683681774?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114404010683681774/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114404010683681774' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114404010683681774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114404010683681774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wrote-essai.html' title='I wrote essai'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114403948181857783</id><published>2006-04-02T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:44:41.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Il mourrut le 28 juillet 1856</title><content type='html'>Une citation de Clara Schumann, parlant de la dernière fois qu'el ai vue son mari vivant, dans l'institut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Je l'ai vue: c'était le soir, entre six et sept heures. Il me souriait et m'a embrassée avec une infinie tendresse. Déjà il ne pouvait plus commander à ses membres, tendre son bras vers moi - jamais je n'oublierais cela!Pour tout les trésors du monde, je ne donnerais pas cette étreinte!(...) Tout ce que j'ai enduré depuis qu'il s'est arraché à moi, voici deux ans et demi, sans un adieu, tout ce que j'ai souffert maintenant en silence à ses pieds, tout cela me pesait à peine, car j'avais au moins de temps en temps un regard de lui, voilé certes, mais indiciblement doux (...) Tout mes sentiments se transformèrent en reconnaissance vers Dieu pour l'avoir enfin délivré, et quand je tombai à genoux dans sa chambre, alors tout parut s'emnplir de sérénité..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114403948181857783?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114403948181857783/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114403948181857783' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114403948181857783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114403948181857783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/il-mourrut-le-28-juillet-1856.html' title='Il mourrut le 28 juillet 1856'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114395806411440968</id><published>2006-04-01T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:10:29.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/P6160182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/P6160182.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THESE are sheeps, my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114395806411440968?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114395806411440968/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114395806411440968' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114395806411440968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114395806411440968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/04/sheep.html' title='A sheep'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114368352773680689</id><published>2006-03-29T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:52:07.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting roles...</title><content type='html'>À venir, ce vendredi, en performance "live",&lt;br /&gt;la seule et unique &lt;br /&gt;Turélie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/P7250614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/P7250614.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans une conférence dénommée "Frucht"&lt;br /&gt;Dans une présentation du nom de "Shifting Roles of Domesticated Animals among the Komi-Izhemtsy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce sera magnifique. Tout simplement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114368352773680689?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114368352773680689/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114368352773680689' title='12 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114368352773680689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114368352773680689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/03/shifting-roles.html' title='Shifting roles...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114360482318452239</id><published>2006-03-28T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:00:23.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagou(t)</title><content type='html'>/bagu/ NM volubility, glibness (péj) +avoir du bagou(t) to have the gift of gab, to have a glib tongue (péj) + quel bagout il a! he'd talk the hind leg(s) off a donkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec amour,&lt;br /&gt;Votre enseignante préférée en citoyenneté bilingue canadienne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114360482318452239?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114360482318452239/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114360482318452239' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114360482318452239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114360482318452239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/03/bagout.html' title='Bagou(t)'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114352891242678249</id><published>2006-03-27T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:55:12.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 poles put together</title><content type='html'>Did you know... in a traditional "tchoum", the babushka always sits on the box of valuables next to the fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other randoms, I hate being a Hawksley fan. I shall never embrace his website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114352891242678249?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114352891242678249/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114352891242678249' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114352891242678249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114352891242678249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/03/32-poles-put-together.html' title='32 poles put together'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114352864646255448</id><published>2006-03-27T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:53:10.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now in the sad declension of thy time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/marshall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/marshall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opera Atelier founder Marshall Pynkosk... oh yum... i wanna take this opera class.... maybe he is nude..... the picture is only of face and shoulders... would be an interesting way to learn... no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opera goers will get a chance to see the fruit of Pynkoski's ideas in Opera Atelier's staging of Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro. ... ooo the FRUIT of his ideas.... dirty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know about baroque eprformance practice??? Where do i put my arms??? AHHH must learn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"singer's movement must reflect the text. Individual gestures happen on individual words and are suspended to the next important word.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gestures are from the elbows. The elbows control the arms. Movement is circular from the hairline, and are quick, easy and articulate. The arms go only so high and so low. If the hands are too high and extended, it is difficult for the audience to concentrate on both the face and hands at the same time."   hummm fascinating... elbows control arms....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gestures, by contrast, promote a series of silences, quick changes of character, and ever-changing detail – a sound kaleidoscope. [...] when each gesture is given its special character, its individual dynamic and rhythmic shape, Baroque lines gain life and logic, while phrases hold the gestures together and give them continuity and coherence. (Haynes forthcoming, chapter 12)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/1413.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hummm maybe not......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i found examples.... hummmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One arm was held sideways at hip level while the other arm circled upward and inward from the elbow. In doing so, the circling arm moved in opposition to the forward foot. In shifting weight and to use the opposite arm, the circling arm returned downward to hip level, while the other arm circled upward. Occasionally, the circling arm rotated outward. The shoulders were shaded, slightly, and the head and focus might turn toward the raised arm. Other arm gestures included a quick turn of the wrists, used in making hops or jumps. When performing steps such as balancés, where the feet were side by side, both arms remained slightly raised at hip level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/0265.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah baby... you wish you were as cool as i am going to be while i hold one arm steady out to the side at hip level, while swiveling my arm and changing weight, AND singing about cruel love and the sad declension of time.... oh yeah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114352864646255448?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114352864646255448/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114352864646255448' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114352864646255448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114352864646255448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/03/now-in-sad-declension-of-thy-time.html' title='Now in the sad declension of thy time....'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114314147166780134</id><published>2006-03-23T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:17:51.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful weather, you wanna see me?</title><content type='html'>Bonjour la ami(e)s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yier il faisait tellement beau... je marchais sur la campus de l'universite de calgary, et de loin j'entendais de la musique venant d'un petit pub... je me suis dis: fun. et aussi je me suis dis: Que mes ami(e)s de Edmonton me manque... que j'aimerais passer une journee avec eux sur la Whyte, buvant une bonne biere. Et je me suis dis, je dois communiquer ce desir avec mes amis. J'ai donc telephone a Domie, qui a partager mon plaisir dans la belle temperature, ainsi que mon desir de passer du temps avec elle. Je me suis dis: je devrais me rendre a Edmonton cette  fin de semaine et vivre les plaisirs que je desir tellement... &lt;br /&gt;Alors j'ai decide de me rendre cette fin de semaine, vendredi soir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par contre, ce matin je pensais: peut-etre serait-il mieux que je reste a Calgary cette fin de semaine, et que je me derige a Edmonton la semaine apres paques, celle du 23... je pourrait descendre a Edmonton le samedi soir, et peut etre rester jusqu'au mercredi matin.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apres avoir pense a cette autre option, j'etais perdu. Que devrais-je faire? Je pourrait toujours monter a Edmonton cette fin de semaine et aussi la semaine apres le PJA... ou au mois d'avril et encore au debut mai... Parce que j'ai entendu parler qu'il serait possible que Celine et Adele viennent a Calgary cette fin de semaine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je dois vous dires, chers ami(e)s, je suis indecis. Je vous laise donc l'opportunite de decider pour moi. Soit en commentaires, ou en telephone..... mais n'oubliez pas de repondre rapidement... parce que vendredi c'est demain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand devrais-j me rendre a Edmonton?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114314147166780134?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114314147166780134/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114314147166780134' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114314147166780134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114314147166780134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/03/beautiful-weather-you-wanna-see-me.html' title='beautiful weather, you wanna see me?'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114256798893864862</id><published>2006-03-16T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:07:14.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Tsvetayeva</title><content type='html'>Deux poèmes de ma nouvelle poète préférée. (Son histoire est vraiment tragique, si jamais vous avez la chance de faire un peu de recherche à son sujet.) Lisez-les; ils sont bons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To kiss a forehead is to erase worry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated from the Russian by Ilya Kaminsky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/forehead.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/forehead.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To kiss a forehead is to erase worry.&lt;br /&gt;I kiss your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kiss the eyes is to lift sleeplessness.&lt;br /&gt;I kiss your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kiss the lips is to drink water.&lt;br /&gt;I kiss your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kiss a forehead is to erase memory.&lt;br /&gt;I kiss your forehead.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like it that you're not diseased with me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Translated by Boris Leyvi&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I like it that you're not diseased with me &lt;br /&gt;I like I'm not enflamed by bland love shivers &lt;br /&gt;And happy that the whole eternity &lt;br /&gt;Won't slip off our feet in lovely fevers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, I like, I may afford the wit, &lt;br /&gt;Be free of norms and needless to pretend &lt;br /&gt;And not get blushed in a suffocating bleat &lt;br /&gt;When unexpectedly we touch each other's hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you with all my heart, with a hand &lt;br /&gt;For love you have for me, though unaware, &lt;br /&gt;For nightly bits of time we calmly spend &lt;br /&gt;Alone and rarely, which is only fair, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our ineptness under moon, &lt;br /&gt;For sun that's shining not above our sky &lt;br /&gt;Where I, alas, am not to love you soon &lt;br /&gt;Where you, alas, will not be ever mine &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114256798893864862?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114256798893864862/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114256798893864862' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114256798893864862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114256798893864862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/03/marina-tsvetayeva.html' title='Marina Tsvetayeva'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114187621534303988</id><published>2006-03-08T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:50:15.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En l'honneur de la journée internationale de la femme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/8march.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/8march.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/poster-1939a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/poster-1939a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/otk_kaz_v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/otk_kaz_v.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/171204spb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/171204spb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/8marta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/8marta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114187621534303988?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114187621534303988/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114187621534303988' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114187621534303988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114187621534303988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/03/en-lhonneur-de-la-journe.html' title='En l&apos;honneur de la journée internationale de la femme'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114142442499756277</id><published>2006-03-03T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T15:20:26.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Russians</title><content type='html'>So here'S what you get when you look for pictures of russian babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De un:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/russian%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/russian%20baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De deux:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/img_5875_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/img_5875_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De trois:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/Russian20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/Russian20baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114142442499756277?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114142442499756277/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114142442499756277' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114142442499756277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114142442499756277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/03/baby-russians.html' title='Baby Russians'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114136892672361896</id><published>2006-03-02T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:55:26.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite baby animal...</title><content type='html'>Bien, mon craquelin, i rose to your challenge... i post here, tonight, the images of my favorite baby animals... i hope you enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/Animal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/Animal.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/Fozzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/Fozzie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/Gonzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/Gonzo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/Kermit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/Kermit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/Piggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/Piggy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/Rowlf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/Rowlf.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are sooooooooooooooo cute! I just love their little button noses and soft furry outsides... and their cute little outfits... makes me wanna quit the music business and take up the fine art of puppeteering... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pictures taken from http://www.allmuppets.com/plush.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poulie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114136892672361896?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114136892672361896/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114136892672361896' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114136892672361896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114136892672361896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-favorite-baby-animal.html' title='My favorite baby animal...'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114110338648429341</id><published>2006-02-27T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:33:04.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craquelin! Nous sommes ames soeurs!!!! Je te le dit!</title><content type='html'>Voici une image de Turelie que j'ai crée pour la faire sourire... rire un peu... et pleurer des larmes de joie et d'amour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/Turelie%20Moscou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/Turelie%20Moscou.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114110338648429341?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114110338648429341/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114110338648429341' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114110338648429341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114110338648429341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/02/craquelin-nous-sommes-ames-soeurs-je_27.html' title='Craquelin! Nous sommes ames soeurs!!!! Je te le dit!'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114102028342099590</id><published>2006-02-26T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:04:43.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my birthday!</title><content type='html'>Youpi! -22-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me permets cette photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/3%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/3%20111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuf said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114102028342099590?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114102028342099590/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114102028342099590' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114102028342099590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114102028342099590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114101521644332033</id><published>2006-02-26T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:40:16.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well grrr!!!!</title><content type='html'>Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this stupid early music practice thursday instead of the usual class time on friday, but i am scheduled to work at this time. Grrr, cause Neil is gonna get super pissy if i don't go to class, but its not like i can ask for the day off work in my first week! Well this is just annoying... Oh i hate EME... its just this friken anoying thing. I am sooooo not tkaing it next year... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, went to see Brokeback mountain. Oh my god, soooooooooooooo good. You must all goo and see it and feel the heartwrenching sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my little brother has just informed me that he will be 18 in 22 days! OMG!!! i remember counting back days... i will be 22 in.... many days:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats it. Must figure out this early music thing. Oh, and we have this assignment where we have to listen to the recording of ourself at the last concert and critique ourselves... in the way we did last class... which i did not attend because i was already out of calgary.... ich ich ich... wanna swear... maybe i will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114101521644332033?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114101521644332033/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114101521644332033' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114101521644332033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114101521644332033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-grrr.html' title='Well grrr!!!!'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114057618303647677</id><published>2006-02-21T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:43:03.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faire le tour du monde en trois minutes et vingt secondes</title><content type='html'>La france! : J'nai p'tete pas inventé le bouton à quatre trous, mais quand il est tombé, c'est moi qui le retrouve! Ohé Ohé j'suis comme le camanbert, ého, ého, j'suis plus forte qu'j'en ai l'air* (cette dernière ligne représente ce que moi j'ai entendue la dernière fois que j'ai entendue cette fantastique chanson, et est peut-etre incorrecte par rapport aux paroles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors les amis, comment est-ce qu'elle ce passe votre semaine de relache. Moi personellement elle rock. Je me suis rendue au Carnaval de St. Isidore vendredi matin, qui était awesome parce que ca voulait dire que j'ai pu manqué Early Music Ensemble! Yé! Et alors je me suis précipité à Edmonton ou j'ai ramassé Nicole et Marc, Tokyo Express, Kaitlin (ordre chronologique et non d'importance :), sinon Tokyo aurait été premier! Mouhahha que je suis insensible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous nous sommes rendu jusqu'au Carnavale avec tres peut d'arret et pas mal de chantage. Je préfère grandement les road trip ou je peut parler à qu7elqu'un qui ne sort pas de ma tête, faut dire que c'est pas mal plus interessant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Vendredi soir on était là, on a mangé de la tire sur la neige. De la fabuleuse tire sur la neige, de la poutine et d'autre tire. Nous avons écouté au Spectacle de Locution, qui était trop court, et nous nous sommes rendue en traineau au feux de camp en chantant tout le chemin. Qui était une première pour le carnaval, sinon, une expérience très rare.... pour els pauvres driver. Oh, mais tout ceci c'est passé pendant que moi, je courais de tous les bords pour me trouver quelqu'un qui était membre de AMA, parce que, bien qu'il est spectaculaire et que je l'adore, Marc semble avoir été incapable de ne pas embarrer mes clés dasn mon auto.... grrr. En tout cas, ca c'est arrangé, so all good.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoi d'autre... carnaval samedi... fun fun fun... et DANSE samedi, qui a rocké comme jamais avant. Sérieusement, le Craquelin a rendu ce carnaval, le meilleur canaval ever.... Dancing queen.... J'espère que 2007 c'est Swing qui vient.... uhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yier, avant de nous rendre à Edmonton, pour l'avant dernière voit de mon voyage, on est allé faire une petite run en Quad pour donner l'expérience à ma Kaitlin. Ensuite, de retour dans l'auto pour 5 heures de conversations, chantage et merveille....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui.. Canadian idol... c'est pas moi qui m'est présenté, so if you need more details, i'll give them vocally... cause typing is getting tasking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pis apres... souper et maintenant je me prépare pour me rendre chez matty pour du awesome hangour chilaxing... oh yeah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, et ju'ai regardé le film québecois Crazy. Crazy awesome. Je le veux... cadeux de fete l'année prochaine... seriously dahlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... thats life.... de retour à Calgary demain quelque temps pour la dernière voie de mon voyage.... espérons que les routes sont superbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous adore tous... parce que vous lisez mon blog, bien sur... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX Poulie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114057618303647677?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114057618303647677/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114057618303647677' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114057618303647677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114057618303647677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/02/faire-le-tour-du-monde-en-trois.html' title='Faire le tour du monde en trois minutes et vingt secondes'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-114002028077195499</id><published>2006-02-15T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:18:03.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/CA8PAZS5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/CA8PAZS5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1:Start out going WEST on 84 AVE NW toward 91 ST NW / RUE MARIE-ANNE GABOURY NO. 0.1 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 2: Turn LEFT onto 91 ST NW / RUE MARIE-ANNE GABOURY NO. 0.1 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 3: Turn RIGHT onto 82 AVE NW / WHYTE AVE NW. Continue to follow WHYTE AVE NW. 2.4 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 4: Turn SLIGHT LEFT onto 114 ST NW. 0.6 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 5: Turn SLIGHT RIGHT onto 71 AVE NW. 0.3 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 6: 71 AVE NW becomes BELGRAVIA RD NW. 0.2 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 7: Turn SLIGHT RIGHT. 0.1 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 8: Turn SLIGHT RIGHT onto FOX DR NW. 1.0 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 9: Merge onto WHITEMUD DR NW. 4.1 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 10: Turn RIGHT onto PROVINCIAL ROUTE 216 N / ANTHONY HENDAY DR NW. 3.8 miles  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 11: Merge onto YELLOWHEAD HWY W / TRANS CANADA HWY W / PROVINCIAL ROUTE 16 W toward JASPER. 23.6 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 12: Take the HWY-43 N ramp toward WHITECOURT / GRANDE PRAIRIE / PEACE RIVER. 0.5 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 13: Merge onto PROVINCIAL ROUTE 43 W. 183.8 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 14: Turn RIGHT onto PROVINCIAL ROUTE 49. 47.5 miles  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 15: Turn LEFT to stay on PROVINCIAL ROUTE 49. 8.0 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 16: Turn RIGHT onto PROVINCIAL SECONDARY ROUTE 744. 2.1 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 17: Turn RIGHT onto TOWNSHIP ROAD 782A. &lt;0.1 miles &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 18: End at Girouxville, AB T0H 1S0, CA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-114002028077195499?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/114002028077195499/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=114002028077195499' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114002028077195499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/114002028077195499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/02/road-trip.html' title='Road trip!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113963966152278856</id><published>2006-02-10T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:34:21.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Izooooo Bizooo</title><content type='html'>Bonjour les amis.... Just un update. Moi, Julie, je susi allé à mon entrevue à Izo Bizo ici à Calgary. Ca c'est bien passé, j'ai un trial mercredi, faire certain qui je suis compatible, et si j'ai la job, c'Est un des meilleurs salons de la ville. Une des proprietaire est un Redkin Platform Artist.  C'Est un salon avec une superbe vue éducationel. Et ils sont en train de rebatir leur équipe et entrainer du nouveau monde, so if i go here, its for nice long term. Oh yeah ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as my friends, vous allez trouver ceci interessant. LKa femme me demande si je susi homophobe, you know, homophobic, and i con't for the life of me remember what this word means! No! LIKE REALLY!!! I sit there and go, what? Am i what? uhhhh uhhh uhhh NO!!! I mean seriously, je pensais pour une seconde qu'elle m'avais demandé si j'étais homesick... man, dudes! was weird moment... like the bleach had finally reached the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo should be faulous. Am now talking to my "friend", to whome i haven't spoken since he came to visit me in Calagry.... and he started the conversation.... Pickle.... be my friend? Craquelin, be my friend on a roadtrip to peace river with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113963966152278856?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113963966152278856/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113963966152278856' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113963966152278856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113963966152278856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/02/izooooo-bizooo.html' title='Izooooo Bizooo'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113953309253119318</id><published>2006-02-09T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:58:12.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour la deuxième fois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/Bluebeard%26Erwartung_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/Bluebeard%26Erwartung_banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explore the dark side of the mind and forever change the way you experience opera as Edmonton Opera presents Robert Lepage's haunting and unforgettable production of Bluebeard's Castle &amp; Erwartung, February 4, 7 &amp; 9, 2006. Praised by national and international press, this spectacular work is hailed as the single most important operatic event ever to come out of Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliantly conceived by Robert Lepage, Canada's most famous director on the world scene and the creator of Cirque du Soleil's KA, Bluebeard's Castle &amp; Erwartung has been presented on some of the great stages of the world: Edinburgh, New York, Hong Kong, Zurich, Melbourne, Toronto, Vancouver and Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING:MATURE THEMES / BRIEF NUDITY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113953309253119318?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113953309253119318/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113953309253119318' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113953309253119318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113953309253119318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/02/pour-la-deuxime-fois.html' title='Pour la deuxième fois'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113929020963107076</id><published>2006-02-06T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:30:09.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vous avez vu mon papa?</title><content type='html'>Petit sondage général, pour tester vos habiletés de traducteurs! La "réponse" sera affichée plus tard, dépendamment des résultats. N'oubliez pas d'inscrire votre traduction dans la section "commentaires"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Big Brother was founded in 1904 in the US to prevent deliquency. At that time, the word deliquency was used to describe children from broken homes. Today, divorce has increased so much that the definition has changed. A year ago, Pierre Sansoucy, a retiree who has three adult children with children of their own, was searching for something to do with his spare time and decided to become a Big brother. It's been 10 months since he has been matched with 9-year-old Patrick. Over these months, the relationship has developed and grown and Pierre has felt enriched by their friendship while Patrick's school work has improved.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le problème qui se pose ici en est un de temps du passé, qui diffèrent entre l'anglais et le français.  En tous cas, je vous laisse explorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En passant, si vous prenez connaissance d'un emploi qui pourrait m'intéresser, passez-moi l'information s'il-vous-plaît.  J'ai vraiment besoin de d'autre chose à faire avec mon temps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurevoir,&lt;br /&gt;À bientôt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113929020963107076?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113929020963107076/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113929020963107076' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113929020963107076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113929020963107076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/02/vous-avez-vu-mon-papa.html' title='Vous avez vu mon papa?'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113917665697414285</id><published>2006-02-05T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:57:37.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Une biche, c'est un chevreuil, un chevreuil femelle!</title><content type='html'>Petite lesson de russe pour commencer: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il existe, en russe, trois genres: le masculin, le neutre et le féminin, que l'on peut généralement déterminer d'après la terminaison du nominatif singulier.  À l'intérieur des trois genres, les substantifs se subdivisent en trois types, selon la consonne finale du radical: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- le type dur, si la consonne finale du radical est dure&lt;br /&gt;- le type mou, si la consonne finale du radical est molle&lt;br /&gt;- le type en yod, si la consonne finale dur adical est un yod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dire, que faire? Une biche, c'est un chevreuil, un chevreuil femelle. Buche, c'est un morceau de bois coupé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi aussi je suis allée à l'opéra, mais pour voir Bluebeard's castle / Erwatung.  J'ai trouvé la première partie assez ordinaire, l'histoire même banale.  Le seul point de rédemption était la mise en scène qui était presque impressionnante, mais beaucoup plus dans la deuxième partie.  Je m'attendais à quelque chose de moins "tame" de Bartok, quand même. La deuxième partie se jouait dans le théâtre de l'absurde, et Dominique et moi avons tout de suite pensé à toi, Julie.  En tout cas, c'était intéressant quand même d'assister à une générale du Edmonton Opera.  Mais ça a posé quand même la question du financement de telles activités... :P Je crois que je vais avoir à trouver un emploi au plus vite! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai aussi assisté à la pièce "Encore", présentée à l'Unithéâtre. Décor impressionnant.  Je savais un peu à quoi m'attendre parce que j'avais déjà lu le texte de Marc Prescott... à certains niveaux, c'était mieux sur une page, mais le texte habité par les comédiens avait aussi ses avantages et ses forces.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, Poulie, j'ai changé de met pour le souper international! Je n'ai pas fait d'ananas frits à la thaïlandaise, mais bien des bliny (crèpes russes) que j'ai garnis de sirop à la cerise et de lait condensé (les produits laitiers, ça fait très cuisine russe).  Ils ont été très populaires, mes petits blinys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurevoir,&lt;br /&gt;À bientôt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113917665697414285?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113917665697414285/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113917665697414285' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113917665697414285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113917665697414285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/02/une-biche-cest-un-chevreuil-un.html' title='Une biche, c&apos;est un chevreuil, un chevreuil femelle!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113917013018663184</id><published>2006-02-05T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:08:50.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of studying</title><content type='html'>Well friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous allez etres fiers de moi! J'ai passe toute la fin de semaine a etudier. Yeah, on est juste dimanche apres midi, mais ca fait deja presque 2 heures que je suis a la bibliotheque, et je n'ai pas l'intention de partir bientot. Il est 13 heure et je viens de finir mon sub. Je me susi donne 45 minutes pour diner, et il m'en reste 15, alors je blog. Serieusement dudes, j'ai lu comm 100 pages d'histoire de la musique, et j'ai pris des notes! La il ne me reste qu'etudier ces notes, et je serais bonne! Il rest 7 heures avant un concert ou je vais ce soir, a l'universite, alors j'ai en masse du temps. On va voir comment l'examen va demain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En plus de tout ca, je chante dans une master class pour le Mountainview festival demain, alors ca ca devrait etre le fun. C'est un petit stress, mais je vais pratiquer une bonne heure aujourd'hui, et encore demain apres mon examen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoi d'autres...&lt;br /&gt;J'ai ete a l'opera vendredi, voir Dead Man Walking. C'etais assez intense comme opera, mais tres bien. Des bonens voix. La musique tres contemporaire, Maestro, t'aurais aime ca... j'aurais aime plus de melodie, mais ca aurait ete contre le theme de death row.... Le canadian premier... lucky me... c'est drole parce que je suis alle seule, comem une grande fille! Anyhoo, et tout le monde etait comme, only one? Only one? No one with you? Grrr.... Mais il avait comme 10 personnes de mes classes que j'ai rencontrer la, s that was cool.... comme marcher autour de ma faculte.... mine, all mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, il me faut encore faire un peut de recherche et trouver pourquoi je n'ai pas recu de prosperity check, so on se reblog plus tard...&lt;br /&gt;Turelie, get a move on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poulie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113917013018663184?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113917013018663184/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113917013018663184' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113917013018663184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113917013018663184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-of-studying.html' title='A day of studying'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113876800695026914</id><published>2006-01-31T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:26:46.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so good</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=280px bgcolor=#000099 border=1 bordercolor=black&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;Td bgcolor=#ccffff align=center&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 16pt; color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Cookies 'n Cream!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;Tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-cookiecream.gif" align=right&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Smooth and creamy with a few rough bits mixed in, you are a real treat! You are probably very popular amongst your friends. Remember too much of a good thing is not always good! Don't lay it on too thick!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/icecream/icecream-test.php"&gt;What is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/"&gt;Go Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113876800695026914?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113876800695026914/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113876800695026914' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113876800695026914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113876800695026914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-good.html' title='I&apos;m so good'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113876790368327930</id><published>2006-01-31T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:25:03.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouhaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 width=250px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=black&gt;&lt;font style='font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; color: red;'&gt;Turelie&lt;BR&gt;Look out for the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;Td align=center bgcolor='#FF0000'&gt;&lt;font style='font-family: webdings; font-size: 64pt; color: black;'&gt;m&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font style='font-family: Arial; font-size: 32pt; color: black;'&gt;HOLE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/warning-label/warning-label.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="Get your warning label"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113876790368327930?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113876790368327930/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113876790368327930' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113876790368327930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113876790368327930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/mouhaha.html' title='Mouhaha'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113873475191052300</id><published>2006-01-31T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:12:55.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck</title><content type='html'>Ok les amis, je vais aller appliquer a deux salons aujourd'hui: Swizzlesticks, qui, aparement est a la recherche de coiffeuse et d'APRENTIS coiffeuse! ye! Et Diva Hair salon, qui est un plus petit salon (chaine de salon), mais avec un no comme diva, qu'elle meilleure place pour moi? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turelie, as-tu fait application a la bib yet? As-tu eu la job? Maybe i can offer the lady a shampoo, get you in quicker :)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113873475191052300?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113873475191052300/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113873475191052300' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113873475191052300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113873475191052300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113833915357600285</id><published>2006-01-26T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:19:13.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shampoogasms are us</title><content type='html'>Well friends. It is a fact. I have magic hands. Today a woman told that i had bassically just given her an orgasm. Yes, an orgasm. Now people, don't be all dirty minded, yes craquelin, i speak to you. I gave her a shampoo. Obviously a really good shampoo. It seems that i have magic hands. I mean, i had already gotten the whole, "you could do this all day", or "wow, you're really good at this", i had even become immune to all the "you have really strong hands" and "this is fabulous" but the "i have goosebumps all over my body" followed by the "i almost had an orgasm" was just too much. I mean how fabulous is that!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies and gentlemen, i have the power. I feel all honored and empowered. I wish I knew what my scalp massages felt like… I bet I would enjoy one… must find man with magic hands to help me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that my peeps, nothing much is happening… I have an essay due on Monday which is a fugal analysis, which is really very difficult, but a very nice and thoughtfull friend allowed me to copy her analysis of the piece. Up to now, she is the only person in our class who seems to understand what to do, cause she actually took classes on fugal analysis, while the rest of us thought we were taking a history class…. Silly us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, don't forget the point of this blog. I have magic hands and can give fabulous shampoogasms... maybe next time you come and visit... you will get the goosebumps too.... maybe i will include a scalp massage for my nice clients who come see my at my home and cannot get a proper shampoo... yes thats what i will do.... Then everyone can get goosebumps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me ladies... I've got the power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113833915357600285?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113833915357600285/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113833915357600285' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113833915357600285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113833915357600285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/shampoogasms-are-us.html' title='Shampoogasms are us'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113833546019554764</id><published>2006-01-26T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:17:40.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hôtels en Russie</title><content type='html'>Pour tous les russophiles et amateurs d'hôtels, il faut que vous fassiez un tour &lt;a href="http://www.gwu.edu/~slavic/golosa/video/video2-unit4.htm"&gt;ici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliquer ensuite sur ce qui dit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Смотреть видео&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dans la case turquoise pâle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rencontrez maintenant Olga et les hommes dans le bania!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/banya50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/400/banya50.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113833546019554764?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113833546019554764/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113833546019554764' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113833546019554764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113833546019554764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/htels-en-russie.html' title='Hôtels en Russie'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113830290236206353</id><published>2006-01-26T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:15:02.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All hail the gods of procrastination</title><content type='html'>Dudes, this is bad&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to blog as a form of serious procrastination. Like really, how comformist i am. Anyhooo... here's my dealio, i have this fun little essay due on monday for my music history class, but get this, Its a theoretical Analasis!!!!!! NOTHING TO DO WITH HISTORY!!!! I am sooooooooooo screwed!!!! I don't know what to do!!! I have to analyse a prelude and fugue by Bach!&lt;br /&gt;Guillaume!!! Maestro!!!Viens m'aider!!! So difficult!!!1 i dislike this new teacher!!!! Ahhh ! my nose is all runny!!! Damn cold!!!!! Have choir to go to!!!! Many exclamtion points!!!!! Ahhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well, i might blog after choir since i have decided to work on my essay at this time... well do some analysis.... serisouly, its like i took any of you and made you do a analysis of music, thats how much i really know about this... grrrrr... he doesn't seem to understand the difference between theory and history... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor poor Poulie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113830290236206353?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113830290236206353/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113830290236206353' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113830290236206353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113830290236206353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-hail-gods-of-procrastination.html' title='All hail the gods of procrastination'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113808819122363841</id><published>2006-01-24T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:36:31.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce que j'ai appris aujourd'hui.</title><content type='html'>Jive is the faster version of the swing. People use a more bouncy type movement using the balls of the feet a lot. A lot of kicks are used in jive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jive is an American dance that evolved from a dance called the Jitterbug by removing the lifts and acrobatic elements. The Boogie, Rock &amp; Roll and the American Swing also influenced this dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jive is a very fast, energy-consuming dance. It is the last dance danced at the competitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jive is danced to music written in 4/4 time. The same time value (6 beats in 4/4 time) is used for single, double or triple jive. The difference in rhythm is determined by the number of steps, according to the speed of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic triple - Man's foot position&lt;br /&gt;The footwork to Triple Swing are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/jive-triple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/400/jive-triple.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhythm - Quick a quick, quick a quick, quick, quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady's steps are the opposite, starting on her right foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113808819122363841?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113808819122363841/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113808819122363841' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113808819122363841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113808819122363841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/ce-que-jai-appris-aujourdhui.html' title='Ce que j&apos;ai appris aujourd&apos;hui.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113762306727493824</id><published>2006-01-18T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T15:24:27.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhh... Turelie...</title><content type='html'>I ummmm broke down on Dena... Well not literally ON her, i mean, we are miles and miles apart... but told her all about my problems... was feeling kinda low... so you might want to tell her i am ok... and not all lost and such... Oooo and you might want to BLOG to entertain me!!!! Keep my mind occupied!!!! This is what a GOOD turelie would do... Maybe if you wrote something i would be nice enough to create a new turelie... and maybe even a Craquelin... and maybe we could have a little story going a make a little comic strip with all the fun little people we've created.... what a tought....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113762306727493824?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113762306727493824/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113762306727493824' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113762306727493824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113762306727493824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/uhhh-turelie.html' title='Uhhh... Turelie...'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113745508212891917</id><published>2006-01-16T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:45:04.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A GOOD DAY,  made available to you by Humus</title><content type='html'>Well hello my buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a super day, let me tell you about it. Well i went to class, yeah yeah, exciting, i know. But then i came back from class, i paid my tuition, i know i know, where does the good day come in. WELL! Then i went grocerie shoppin, which let me tell you, i bought lots and lots of healthy food, cause oh yeah, i went to the gym this morning. In this healthy food there was of course humus. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, so then i totally come home and put all my groceries away. I like totally peel carrots and grab a container and head to you, my computer. That first bite of Humus,. It was heavenly...i have written a poem, but it will come later in the entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i like, call Enmax, cause they are like totally supposed to be the ones charging me for my natural gas and so not Direct energy, so they look it up, and yeah, the contract is all confused, we'll fix it. Good. They like totally tell me to keep paying the direct energy bill, to like protect my buttocks. But THEN they like SO totally tell me that i'm like gonna have a HUGE credit with them!like how awesome is that? I tell you, its awesome. Especially since i am now without money... well i still have a bit cause i chose to not completely pay my hbc bill... needed to be able to pay for gas   for edmonton trip :) Well yeah, that was my totally awesome day... on paper sounds a little less exciting. But seriously man, i LOVE this humus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humus&lt;br /&gt;Chick peas mushed&lt;br /&gt;Sesami seed butter&lt;br /&gt;i love you even smooched&lt;br /&gt;with carrots you i smother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers dipped into the bowl&lt;br /&gt;I love your sweet salty taste&lt;br /&gt;Not too Garliquy&lt;br /&gt;Not too sour&lt;br /&gt;Just perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color is questionable&lt;br /&gt;Not pink like candy&lt;br /&gt;Nor green like salad&lt;br /&gt;Far from the blue of carucao&lt;br /&gt;Or the red of beets&lt;br /&gt;More beige like kahki&lt;br /&gt;The pants so cool&lt;br /&gt;With texture like soft &lt;br /&gt;with munchy pieces inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humus&lt;br /&gt;Made from peas&lt;br /&gt;For months i had not had you&lt;br /&gt;Now in heaven i must be&lt;br /&gt;For i have not one but two&lt;br /&gt;containers in the fridge-y&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;along with Spegghati dans'l'fourneau&lt;br /&gt;and chocolate in all its forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope others will find in you&lt;br /&gt;The joy and peace you have given me&lt;br /&gt;Humus, oh Humus&lt;br /&gt;I pledge my love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i thought that would resemble a hiaku, i guess my love for humus is even deeper than i knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugz and kisses and containers of humus i wish you in this very special new year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poulie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113745508212891917?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113745508212891917/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113745508212891917' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113745508212891917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113745508212891917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-day-made-available-to-you-by.html' title='A GOOD DAY,  made available to you by Humus'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113720702885224219</id><published>2006-01-13T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:21:46.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention! Attention! On ajoute à la Gallerie Poulie!</title><content type='html'>Alors bonjour les amis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerais vous souhaité bienvenue à la Gallerie Poulie. Le nouvel an se montre inspirationel pour notre artiste et voilà qu'elle a créer troie, oui TROIS nouvels oeuvres, dont deux nouvel amis de Poulie: Célinas et Hotie Danie. Alors sans plus tarder, Mme Julie Poulie!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Allo, Allo, Alors j'aimerais commencer avec Poulie, étant donné que vous la commencez déjà assez bien. Aujourd'hui Poulie est devenue une crature de la nuit, prête à tout et surtout prête à foncé.  La voici avec sa nouvelle chemise à Ottawa la fin de semaine passé. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/New%20Poulie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/New%20Poulie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prochainement nous avons Célinas. Célinas est une oeuvre du coeur. Elle est pleine d'esprit et d'aventure. Aujourd'hui elle cherche son avenir et deviens peut à peut quelqu'un dont tout le monde devrait apprendre à connaitre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/Celinas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/Celinas2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfin, nous avons Hotie Danie. Il est beau. C'Est le premier vrai homme que je crée, et ca a été un plaisir. Le modèle que j'ai utilisé pour créer Hotie Dnie est un homme de beauté extra-ordinaire, vraiment masculin et salivant. (Il ne faudrait surtout pas lui dire !) Hotie Dnie est un bon ami de Poulie. Ensembles il vont voir l'hypnotiseur et débattent fortement. Attendez vous à voir Hotie Danie souvent au cours de la nouvel année, explorant le monde et l'univers en tout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/Hotie%20Danie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/Hotie%20Danie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'espère que vous avez apprécié les nouvels oeuvre. Je suis présentement en pleine création d'une nouvelle Turelie, et d'une aventure qui sera superbe et inoubliable pour tous les amis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si c'Est votre première visite à la gallerie, n'oublier pas d'aller vois les oeuvres déjà créer dans les archives du mois de septembre et octobre, et possiblement novembre aussi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113720702885224219?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113720702885224219/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113720702885224219' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113720702885224219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113720702885224219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/attention-attention-on-ajoute-la.html' title='Attention! Attention! On ajoute à la Gallerie Poulie!'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113720031160788825</id><published>2006-01-13T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:58:31.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today sucked</title><content type='html'>i wish i could live in a nice bubble far away from all the problems of the world and have only my thoughts and never have to be an adult or deal with sucky things. Turelie, make me a bubble to live in. Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113720031160788825?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113720031160788825/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113720031160788825' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113720031160788825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113720031160788825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-sucked.html' title='today sucked'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113704448037764043</id><published>2006-01-11T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:41:22.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helen of Troy Does Counter Dancing</title><content type='html'>Une autre pour toi, Kaitlin.  Ne t'inquiète pas, Guillaume, je trouverai bientôt un poème pour toi aussi, quand j'arrêterai d'être frue :P.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance.  Quit dancing.Get some self-respect and a day job. Right. And minimum wage, and varicose veins, just standing in one place for eight hours behind a glass counter bundled up to the neck, instead of naked as a meat sandwich. Selling gloves, or something. Instead of what I do sell. You have to have talent to peddle a thing so nebulous and without material form. &lt;em&gt;Exploited&lt;/em&gt;, they'd say. Yes, any way you cut it, but I've a choice of how, and I'll take the money.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I do give value. Like preachers, I sell vision, like perfume ads, desire or its facsimile.  Like jokes or war, it's all in the timing. I sell men back their worst suspicions: that everything is for sale, and piecemeal. They gaze at me and see a chain-saw murder just before it happens, when thigh, ass, inkblot, crevice, tit, and nipple are still connected. Such hatred leaps in them, my beery worshippers! That or a bleary hopeless love. Seeing the rows of heads and upturned eyes, imploring but ready to snap at my ankles, I understand floods and earthquakes, and the urge to step on ants.  I keep the beat, and dance for them because they can't. The music smells like foxes, crisp as heated metal searing the nostrils or humid as August, hazy and languorous as a looted city the day after, when all the rape's been done already, and the killing, and the survivors wander around looking for garbage to eat, and there's only a bleak exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, it's the smiling tires me out the most. This, and the pretence that I can't hear them. And I can't, because I'm after all a foreigner to them. The speech here is all warty gutturals, obvious as a slab of ham, but I come from the province of the gods where meanings are lilting and oblique. I don't let on to everyone, but lean close and I'll whisper: My mother was raped by a holy swan. You believe that? You can take me out to dinner. That's what we tell all the husbands. There sure are a lot of dangerous birds around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone here but you would understand. The rest of them would like to watch me and feel nothing. Reduce me to components as in a clock factory or abattoir. Crush out the mystery. Wall me up alive in my own body. They'd like to see through me, but nothing is more opaque than absolute transparency. Look - my feet don't hit the marble! Like breath or a balloon, I'm rising, I hover six inches in the air in my blazing swan-egg of light. You think I'm not a goddess? &lt;br /&gt;Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn. &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt; - Good old Margaret Atwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai retrouvé un de ses livres de poésie dans ma bibliothèque personelle et j'ai cru que ça faisait bien avec le thème de ton cours d'études féministes. :P Je m'excuse d'avoir ruiné le format mais je ne voulais pas que ça prenne toute la page du blogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113704448037764043?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113704448037764043/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113704448037764043' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113704448037764043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113704448037764043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/helen-of-troy-does-counter-dancing.html' title='Helen of Troy Does Counter Dancing'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113703834806698833</id><published>2006-01-11T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:59:08.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To dissect or not to dissect</title><content type='html'>Alors mon nouvel ami du PJP a un problem. À l'école il doit dissecter un cochon. MAis il trouve ca pas mal grosse et il ne veux pas. Je comprend tres bien. Alors pour l'aider, j'ai fair des recherche intensives de quelques seconde sur google, et voici ce que j'ai trouvé. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.whitman.edu/biology/vpd/main.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out. i like to learn, even if it not about music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113703834806698833?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113703834806698833/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113703834806698833' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113703834806698833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113703834806698833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-dissect-or-not-to-dissect.html' title='To dissect or not to dissect'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113693935346748066</id><published>2006-01-10T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:29:13.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You pick</title><content type='html'>Which class should i take???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadio mix at 7 am on tuesdays or wednesdays at 1, for 85$ or Deep water running at 12:05 on fridays for 52$????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think deep water running.&lt;br /&gt;Yé!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo i have to go to the gym tomorow, cause i brought all my makeup and hair stuff and put it in my locker at school so i can't actually get ready at home in the morning. Smart me, tricking myself into HAVING to gym it. I will win this competition with my sister. :) Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113693935346748066?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113693935346748066/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113693935346748066' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113693935346748066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113693935346748066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-pick.html' title='You pick'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113693871605457582</id><published>2006-01-10T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:18:36.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big big class!</title><content type='html'>Je prend ce semestre un nouveau cours&lt;br /&gt;Political science 283&lt;br /&gt;What is this you ask&lt;br /&gt;Well issues and concepts of world politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis excité&lt;br /&gt;250 personnes +!&lt;br /&gt;C'est comme un cours au MAIN&lt;br /&gt;quand moi je ne suis habitué qu'à une athmosphère de FAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le prof est cool&lt;br /&gt;On va parlé d'actualité&lt;br /&gt;Regardé des documentaires&lt;br /&gt;CBC et PBS&lt;br /&gt;Cool je sais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien qu'on ne montre pas de sein &lt;br /&gt;comme toi Kaitlin&lt;br /&gt;On parle tout smart&lt;br /&gt;Et j'aime bien ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examens en choix multiples&lt;br /&gt;5 en tous&lt;br /&gt;Plus le final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlin et Pickle&lt;br /&gt;je pense à vous&lt;br /&gt;En écoutant Sarah Harmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously dudes, no cutting your own hair, i am far i know, but not THAT far. If i knew you were so desperate i would arrange to cut your hair thought telechetics... uhh yeah, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all the Edmonton folks et mes buddies du PJP. Calgary est tout triste sans vous. Aujourd'hui il fallait que je traduisse tout en anglais dans ma tete! Totally awesome!Anyhoo... on a plus note, i will graduate in 3 and a half years will 2 degrees. Hell's yeah. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poulie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113693871605457582?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113693871605457582/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113693871605457582' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113693871605457582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113693871605457582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/big-big-class.html' title='Big big class!'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113693081186898607</id><published>2006-01-10T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T15:06:51.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parfois tu donnes à boire aux rosiers et parfois tu laisses mourir les fleurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Elle va&lt;br /&gt;vers un homme qui marche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parfois je suis cette femme&lt;br /&gt;parfois&lt;br /&gt;je te regarde passer&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Annie Molin Vasseur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaque fois que je blogue, j'ai tendance à être très introspective mais aussi voilée, mystique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier soir, je suis allée voir le film &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/mirrormask/"&gt;MirrorMask&lt;/a&gt; au Metro.  C'était spectaculaire au niveau de l'image et le jeu des comédiens ne m'a pas déçu non plus.  Je vous suggère de voir ce film si vous avez la chance et surtout si vous n'avez pas souvent la chance de voir des films fantaisistes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'adore le hasard des rencontres spontanées car il y en a eu une hier soir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kaitlin, parle-moi de cette fameuse rencontre que tu aurais eue?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113693081186898607?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113693081186898607/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113693081186898607' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113693081186898607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113693081186898607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/parfois-tu-donnes-boire-aux-rosiers-et.html' title='Parfois tu donnes à boire aux rosiers et parfois tu laisses mourir les fleurs'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113684820802721717</id><published>2006-01-09T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:10:08.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well then school has started</title><content type='html'>Well then school has started. I guess j'ai plus que ca à dire, but anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So je suis allé à Ottawa cette fin de semaine, ou plus comme la semaine passé, étant donné que j'étais là depuis mercredi. J'ai participé à la 3ième édition du PJP, le Parlement Jeunesse Pancanadien. C'était of course Super Duper Awesome, Craquelin je crois que tu aurais adorer. ET en plus je suis la nouvelle présidente pour 2008, so Craquelin, tu sera la... i will force you. I will physicallyu handcuff you and well now i lost my train of thought.... oooooo craquelin in handcuffs.... leather....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNNNNnnyhoo... Je viens de revenir de l'école, of course, first day, always a slight uselessness, sauf pour mon cours de chant, qui a bien sur rocker. Oh man, j'ai un nouveau prof de music history. I fear this semester music history will be PHYSICALLY painfull, i may actually consider hurting the poor boring man who is teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, i am taking a Political science class, Issues and Trends in World politics, ca devrait encore une fois etre absolument superbe. Je crois que je suis ministre pour le PJA alors je vais trouver un awesome sujet et le rendre awesome. Yeah, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, au PJP j'ai rencontrer des absolutely FABULOUS people, dont Daniel, qui va peut-etre lire ceci plus tard, oooh, et Pierre André, who serisouly Kaitlin, is Matt's twin, but with musical training. SERIOUSLY, ask nicole about his, he is like, looks like him, talks like him, even wants to grind like him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also some awesome other people, Comme Kevin et Nicolas, et man, just lots and lots. You have ni idea how social i was, like you have never seen me talk to so many people so comfortably :) I like being social and am taking my PJP personality with me to school now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummm quoi d'autre, je voulais allé shopper à Ikea, mais je pense que j'ai manqué la winter sale, damn it, i guess i will have to pay full price for the things i desperatly want. Man, and i am going to have to pay my hbc credit card... darn, that is going to hurt, Must work work work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, alors je ne peux pas penser à quoi d'autre dire, alors je vais finir avec un poem pour Kaitlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlin, mon craquelin&lt;br /&gt;Je veux te voir bientot&lt;br /&gt;Je pense à toi dans mon, um bain&lt;br /&gt;Je beux te voir demain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surement que tu penses à moi&lt;br /&gt;J'ai commendé des vidéo de Columbia house&lt;br /&gt;Et maintenent j'en ai&lt;br /&gt;JE veux maintenent un mis cd&lt;br /&gt;Pour augmenter mon répertoir de hiposter music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon poem fait pitié, &lt;br /&gt;mais il veins de mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;Ah oui, j'ai rencontrer de tres beaux gars&lt;br /&gt;Oui, Daniel, c'Est de toi que je parle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET Kaitlin,&lt;br /&gt;si tu viens au prochain&lt;br /&gt;Les beaux gars tu les voirais aussi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'avais Zak, &lt;br /&gt;y'avait Guillaume,&lt;br /&gt;Y'avait Nicole et Karlynn&lt;br /&gt;Marie-Claude était là&lt;br /&gt;Mais Zita, PAS&lt;br /&gt;De l'alberta en plus&lt;br /&gt;Monique et moi&lt;br /&gt;Et Guy Paul &lt;br /&gt;Mathieu, Julien&lt;br /&gt;J'en oublie peut etre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlin, mon craquelin&lt;br /&gt;Ce poem faisait pitié&lt;br /&gt;Mais de mon coeur il venait&lt;br /&gt;Sur le blog il va maintenent&lt;br /&gt;Pour se faire lire par tous&lt;br /&gt;Parce que oui, TOUT le monde le lit... dodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonne journée&lt;br /&gt;No, i am not presently on drugs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya babes &lt;br /&gt;BLOG NICOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113684820802721717?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113684820802721717/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113684820802721717' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113684820802721717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113684820802721717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-then-school-has-started.html' title='Well then school has started'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113636011139798816</id><published>2006-01-04T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:35:11.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanson pour aujourd'hui</title><content type='html'>C'est surtout une chanson à l'occasion du craquelin que je n'ai pas vu aujourd'hui comme prévu.  Donc, sans plus tarder, un chef d'oeuvre de paroles! ràvh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comme avant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marc Déry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allons faire la fête&lt;br /&gt;Allons nous rincer le dedans de la tête&lt;br /&gt;Et que la vie soit drôle juste comme avant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allons faire la foire&lt;br /&gt;Allons faire court-circuiter la mémoire&lt;br /&gt;Que la vie soit maintenant&lt;br /&gt;Juste comme avant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme avant la blessure &lt;br /&gt;Comme avant-hier&lt;br /&gt;Comme quand on était encore&lt;br /&gt;En dessous de la lumière&lt;br /&gt;Avant, avant l'hiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allons faire la fête&lt;br /&gt;Allons faire déborder le thermomètre&lt;br /&gt;Et que la nuit soit chaude&lt;br /&gt;Juste comme avant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allons faire comme si &lt;br /&gt;Comme si tout était complètement guéri&lt;br /&gt;Et que la vie soit douce, douce comme avant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme avant le déluge&lt;br /&gt;Comme avant le crash&lt;br /&gt;Comme quand on avait encore&lt;br /&gt;Un port d'attache&lt;br /&gt;Avant, avant-hier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allons faire la une&lt;br /&gt;Allons faire ressusciter la pleine lune&lt;br /&gt;Et que la nuit soit moins brune&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle ne l'est tout le temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allons faire du bien &lt;br /&gt;Autout de nous sans se soucier de rien&lt;br /&gt;Et que la vie soit juste&lt;br /&gt;Juste comme avant&lt;br /&gt;Juste comme avant... hier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme avant l'hiver&lt;br /&gt;Comme avant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le prochain update, d'Ottawa?  Il faut absolument que j'aille visiter un certain café communiste russe qui se trouverait dans les parages de mon hôtel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113636011139798816?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113636011139798816/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113636011139798816' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113636011139798816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113636011139798816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/chanson-pour-aujourdhui.html' title='Chanson pour aujourd&apos;hui'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113634987856739711</id><published>2006-01-03T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:44:38.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah</title><content type='html'>Got an A- in voice lessons. Hell's yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113634987856739711?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113634987856739711/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113634987856739711' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113634987856739711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113634987856739711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113606869998343739</id><published>2005-12-31T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:38:29.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>An update is something you post to update people on your life and what is happening that is new with you. Unfortunatly, there is nothing really new... oh wait! i thought of somehting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i learnt a fun new word today:É Floué, less vulgar than Fouré, but means the same thing i was told by the nice radio man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i went snowboarding yeaterday! And the day before! I hadn't been in two years and let me tell you, the pain is THERE! Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;Well first off, the drive there otally felt off, it felt like maybe i was going for swimming or somehting, as there was no scnow in  the mountains. However, we get to Sunshine, wait in line, bumper to bumper for many a kilometer, so that the 7 km drive up the mountain takes an hour, then park on the road 3 km from the hill, and pick up ll our stuff. We are a group of seven, 2 experts, 3 advanced, 1 mediocre (me, on my board) and one beginner. &lt;br /&gt;So there we are, trecking up the mountin to the gondola. We get on, very exciting. And we ski for the day. Then we go to banf,, have supper, walk the streets, sell our bodies, wait no we didn't. Then we go to the hot springs. For the hot springs i composed a poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot spring, oh Hot spring&lt;br /&gt;Your water is warm and soothing&lt;br /&gt;The smell of Eggs disturbing&lt;br /&gt;We get past the smell&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy the heat&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the warmth&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot spring, Oh Hot spring&lt;br /&gt;You are so far away&lt;br /&gt;It is late&lt;br /&gt;I wish to sleep, but must drive to home&lt;br /&gt;Your entrance was grand&lt;br /&gt;Your welcome inviting&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could go again&lt;br /&gt;But more even&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot spring, Oh hot spring&lt;br /&gt;Your waters are warm and inviting&lt;br /&gt;your smell disturbing&lt;br /&gt;But you are always there&lt;br /&gt;burried in a mountain&lt;br /&gt;waiting to heal my body and warm my feet&lt;br /&gt;You are a gift of nature&lt;br /&gt;A sulfure enhanced bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed the poem&lt;br /&gt;It took a really long time to write just now&lt;br /&gt;Lookm at that, i am still writing in strophic form&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'll fix that. What else is there to update. I went to work today, so very exciting. Ummm my grades aren'T up yet, which is really quite annoying, i want them to be be up.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, for new years, i will be celebrating with friends at my home, playing games. I wish though that i had known who was coming sooner, so that i couold have invited more poeple sooner, as it is, i don't know if my calgary poeple will get the message invite soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;I rented Margaret Cho. I figure if we are bored with games at some point, i know how could it be, i figure then we could enjoy some laugher and alcool. I imagine Margaret Cho will be good drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i feel this update is compe,te, as i have just gotten a call that has taken me out of blog mode.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to all of you a happy new year&lt;br /&gt;Et une Bonne heureuse Année!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113606869998343739?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113606869998343739/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113606869998343739' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113606869998343739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113606869998343739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113562401870422916</id><published>2005-12-26T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:06:58.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyeux Noel!!!!!</title><content type='html'>C'est tout. Joyeux Noel à tous mes pots et mes prochains. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm talking about you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113562401870422916?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113562401870422916/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113562401870422916' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113562401870422916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113562401870422916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/joyeux-noel.html' title='Joyeux Noel!!!!!'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113519305934319363</id><published>2005-12-21T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:50:52.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je m'ennui de toi</title><content type='html'>Viens me voir? Poste un commentaire? Appel moi? tu me manques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113519305934319363?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113519305934319363/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113519305934319363' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113519305934319363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113519305934319363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/je-mennui-de-toi.html' title='Je m&apos;ennui de toi'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113510394011922803</id><published>2005-12-20T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:39:00.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je m'ennuie du vert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/P6200272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/400/P6200272.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelle belle couleur. Elle me manque.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113510394011922803?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113510394011922803/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113510394011922803' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113510394011922803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113510394011922803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/je-mennuie-du-vert.html' title='Je m&apos;ennuie du vert'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113494507725539538</id><published>2005-12-18T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T15:31:17.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, template has changed</title><content type='html'>Bonjour les amis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oui, vous voyez bien, oui, c'est encore le BLog de Poulie et Turelie. Mais qu'est-ce qui se passe? J'explique. Turelie a décidé tantot que notre template était daté. Nous avons donc été à travers de plusieurs essai avant de trouver ce template qui a finalement plût aux goûts plus distingués de Turelie... Nous avons aussi changé le titre de notre blog. Je ne peux pas dire c'est quoi exactement parce qu'il semble que le titre par intérim: u-pick Turelie and Poulie n'est pas final et changera dans les prochians instant. Par contre, n'ayez pas peurs, amis à moi, le blog est le même. Les messages sont autant apprécié qu'ils étaient avant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors que pensez-vous du nouveau modèle? Que pensez vous du nouveau nom, peu importe ce qu'il est à l'instant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113494507725539538?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113494507725539538/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113494507725539538' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113494507725539538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113494507725539538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-template-has-changed.html' title='Ok, template has changed'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113494302859425427</id><published>2005-12-18T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T14:57:08.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Des photos de notre avenir</title><content type='html'>Voici ce que vous pourriez voir si vous veniez avec moi au Maroc, Poulie et Craquelin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/BN84_101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/400/BN84_101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/BN3756_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/400/BN3756_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce serait notre maison et notre mode de vie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113494302859425427?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113494302859425427/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113494302859425427' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113494302859425427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113494302859425427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/des-photos-de-notre-avenir.html' title='Des photos de notre avenir'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113479932026674051</id><published>2005-12-16T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:02:00.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok free ipod????</title><content type='html'>So i have absolutely no idea if this is even a plausible offer.. but i actually really want an ipod.... so check out this site... and see if you want to see if maybe you can get a free ipod... if not.... well i got some cheap dvds :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ipods.freepay.com/?r=26069066&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ipods.freepay.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113479932026674051?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113479932026674051/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113479932026674051' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113479932026674051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113479932026674051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-free-ipod.html' title='Ok free ipod????'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113475897008640606</id><published>2005-12-16T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:49:30.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa, &lt;br /&gt;This Christmas I want to be nerdy.  &lt;br /&gt;PLEASE give me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Un accordéon&lt;br /&gt;2) This http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0330435108/qid=1134757109/sr=8-4/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/002-6747512-2560050?n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;v=glance&lt;br /&gt;3) In the worse case, this http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0563494212/qid=1134758277/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/002-6747512-2560050?n=507846&amp;s=music&amp;v=glance&lt;br /&gt;4) Sarah Slean sheet music&lt;br /&gt;5) The knowledge to put in links in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113475897008640606?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113475897008640606/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113475897008640606' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113475897008640606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113475897008640606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='What I want for Christmas'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113442925833403427</id><published>2005-12-12T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:14:18.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>I have a problem. You see, i want to quite my job. No, you don't understand, i really do. The people are great, the hours work, and the money's not bad (well, noty great either), but i just gotta quit! I'm not learning anyhting! I know for some of you out there that would be just dandy, but i need to learn! I haven't wrapped a perm in like 6 months! Nor have i done fingerwaves, or a roller set. And although i am fully aware these are the things most people attempt to stay away from, but i stil need to be able to do them! Like seriously! Can you imagine goinmg for a perm and havin gthe girl take like 3 hours to wrap it??? Thats what i will take me if i don't get some practice in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i would like to learn new haircuts techniques, maybe some makeup technique... some new color ideas.. anytrhing new!!! i need knowledge!!!&lt;br /&gt;It would be great too, if the other people i worked with were all fashionably coiffed. I mean, no 80's perms or anything... :) This is obviously not the case where i work now, or i wouldn't be writting about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, i want to quit.... but how is that a problem you must be asking. WELL!!!! Here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i've ever actually had to quit a job. They've all either been by contract and i stopped when the contract ended, or summer jobs, or i just kinda dwindled my hours down to zero, till basically i was no longer employed :) that was good times. &lt;br /&gt;So now i work in this place where the people love me, i've aggreed to be in the christmas gift exchange, they are goingt to be training someone new in january, to take the other girl who does the same job as me's place (she is going back to school, so she has a great excuse to quit) and i will be doing mjost of the training i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i wanna work somewhere cool!!!! And it would be great to be closer to school... ahhhh!!! How do i quit???&lt;br /&gt;I should do it soon! but first i feel i should apply and get another job.. but it would just be so fabulous if i could not go back to work after christmas... i would have a better break...&lt;br /&gt;Agh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so i bitched.. now you comment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113442925833403427?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113442925833403427/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113442925833403427' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113442925833403427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113442925833403427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113441412405140315</id><published>2005-12-12T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:02:04.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE A COLD... MUST BE HOME</title><content type='html'>Grrrr... j'ai très très mal à la gorge! ca doit vouloir dire que je suis à Girouxville... meh.. ca pourrait aussi etre à cause de samedi soir quand on était à murs pour quelques heures et ensuite on est aller &lt; un feux de camps pour quelques heures... et il faisait assez froid et je n'avais pas de crémone... mais j'ai commencé à avoir mal à Girouxville... this is getting re^petitive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me demande.... j'ai un amis, on l'appellera Jouilàaumé, et il vit à quelques part. Mais il ne veux pas que je sache ou il vit.. Je l'ai apporté chez lui l'autre soir quand les autobus avaient arrêté de passé, et il m'a dit de le débarqué sur un coin quelques part... J'ai dit voyons. et après il a MANTIT à propos de où il vivaIT!!!!Qu'est ce que ca veut dire??? A-t-il peur que je le visite la nuit... ouias je l'ai déjà fait à d'autres amis, mais là! ca veut pas dire que je le ferais encore... peut-etre... probablement pas.... &lt;br /&gt;En tout les cas, si quelqu'un, Meastro, peut-etre as-tu nune idée de ce qui pousse Joui à vouloir garder sa maison secrete... hum hum hum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n'avais pas vraiment une raison de blohggher... j'étais juste bored.... à vous de penser à des sujets interessants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113441412405140315?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113441412405140315/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113441412405140315' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113441412405140315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113441412405140315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-cold-must-be-home.html' title='HAVE A COLD... MUST BE HOME'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113415879569884529</id><published>2005-12-09T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:06:35.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Here's what I SHOULD be doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthropology 415: Review Questions for Final Examination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the theory and method of symbolic anthropology, as practiced by Victor Turner and Clifford Geertz? How does symbolic anthropology differ from Levi-Strauss's structuralist approach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Clifford Geertz has observed that the anthropological vocation is a literary one, and he proposes to interpret other societies' texts as if they were literary texts.  How does he accomplish this in his analysis of the Balinese cockfight? Do you agree or disagree with the noion that anthropology is as much literary text as it is science? What criticisms do Vincent Crapanzano and/or Roy D'Andrade make of Geertz' approach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  What points do the feminist and postmordernist critiques of anthropology make against classic approaches to writing ethnographic analyses? In your view, have these critiques improved the practice of anthropology? What criticisms does Roy D'Andrade offer against what he calls 'moral models' in anthropology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Why do Eleanor Leacock and Ann Stoller chose to study gender relations in light of history and the colonial encounter? How do these authors interpret the impact of culture contact and the impact of capitalism on local communities? Briefly compare their historical approach to studying human cultures with the approach taken either by the Boasian anthropologists, or the functionalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  What is the 'indigenization of modernity," and how does Marshall Sahlins propose to study it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Which theoretical approach or approaches do you find most interesting? In your view, what would the ideal anthropological study look like? What topics would the author cover, and what approach to theory and description would they take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  In your view, can the making of an ethnographic film be a theoretical practice? Why or why not?  (mmm. visual anthro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  According to Levi-Strauss, what is the goal of a structural analysis? Illustrate your answer with details from one of the analyses we read of either kinship or Winnebago mythology.  What similarities do you see between Levi-Strauss's structuralism and ethnoscience and/or cognitive anthropology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. Good stuff. Beaucoup de philosophage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oesophage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113415879569884529?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113415879569884529/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113415879569884529' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113415879569884529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113415879569884529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113414617375554196</id><published>2005-12-09T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:36:13.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't even fix it this way!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E0EEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a MFA (Masters of Fine Arts)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/mfa.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a blooming artistic talent, even if you aren't quite convinced.&lt;br /&gt;You'd make an incredible artist, photographer, or film maker.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113414617375554196?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113414617375554196/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113414617375554196' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113414617375554196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113414617375554196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-didnt-even-fix-it-this-way.html' title='I didn&apos;t even fix it this way!!!!!'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113408931988044411</id><published>2005-12-08T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:48:39.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je t'obéis, oh toi, blogthing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E0EEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a PhD in Liberal Arts (like political science, literature, or philosophy)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/phd-arts.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a great thinker and a true philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;You'd make a talented professor or writer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113408931988044411?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113408931988044411/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113408931988044411' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113408931988044411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113408931988044411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/je-tobis-oh-toi-blogthing.html' title='Je t&apos;obéis, oh toi, blogthing!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113380545269817984</id><published>2005-12-05T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:57:32.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah mais la!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ah mais la!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il y a quelques jours j'ai envoye ma biographie a Tureli... elle m'a promis de la lire et de me la renvoyer.... mais Turelie... je n'ai pas encore recu de bio.... je sais que le monde est tut en envers et la lune rit de mes cheveux, mais ma bio... j'ai besoin de l'envoyer a Pierre... ahhhh Pierre...yum yum... ... ... ... ... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah  mais la!&lt;br /&gt;J'ai perdu le fil de mes pensees... retrouver..... De tout mon coeur Turelie... je te demande, honetment.... est-ce que ma bio est pas mal correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'es-tu pas heureuse que j'ai poste un nouveau message.... &lt;br /&gt;J'ai eu une examen de musicianship ce matin... ca ne s'est pas tres tres bien passee... mais au well... c'est un cours a l'annee... je me ratrappera le semestre prochain et dans la partie chante....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime Turelie...&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'ange de mon Coeur....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113380545269817984?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113380545269817984/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113380545269817984' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113380545269817984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113380545269817984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/ah-mais-la.html' title='Ah mais la!!!!!'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113349955044217665</id><published>2005-12-01T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:59:10.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ou est-il????</title><content type='html'>Avez vous vu celui que j'ai perdu?&lt;br /&gt;Il est grand&lt;br /&gt;Bien moyen&lt;br /&gt;Et il est blond,&lt;br /&gt;Cèest cheveux sont cours&lt;br /&gt;Uhh plus long que ca&lt;br /&gt;ses yeux sont bleu?&lt;br /&gt;Non, vert&lt;br /&gt;Non, bleu&lt;br /&gt;Cèest mon amours&lt;br /&gt;Mon ame freur&lt;br /&gt;Toi freur, parle moi&lt;br /&gt;reponds moi&lt;br /&gt;depuis des semaines déjà&lt;br /&gt;nous sommes séparé&lt;br /&gt;t'ai-je perdu?&lt;br /&gt;Ou te caches tu?&lt;br /&gt;Sou8s les couvertes?&lt;br /&gt;Ame freur!&lt;br /&gt;Reviens?&lt;br /&gt;Avez-vous vu mon papa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113349955044217665?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113349955044217665/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113349955044217665' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113349955044217665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113349955044217665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/12/ou-est-il.html' title='Ou est-il????'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113340857265905098</id><published>2005-11-30T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:42:52.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>une artiste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/450_rose_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/400/450_rose_back.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113340857265905098?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113340857265905098/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113340857265905098' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113340857265905098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113340857265905098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/une-artiste.html' title='une artiste'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113339365861899721</id><published>2005-11-30T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T16:34:18.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you mean i</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your World View&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly broadminded romantic and reasonably content. &lt;br /&gt;You value kindness and try to live by your ideals. &lt;br /&gt;You have strong need for security, which may be either emotional or material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You respect truth and are flexible. &lt;br /&gt;You like people, and they can readily make friends with you. &lt;br /&gt;You are not very adventurous, but this does not bother you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourworldviewquiz/"&gt;What Is Your World View?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113339365861899721?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113339365861899721/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113339365861899721' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113339365861899721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113339365861899721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-do-you-mean-im-not-adventurous.html' title='What do you mean i&lt;m not adventurous!!!!!?????????'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113338499125022236</id><published>2005-11-30T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T14:09:51.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ça me décrit?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your World View&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a happy, well-balanced person who likes people and is liked by others. &lt;br /&gt;You question whether many conventional views on morality are valid under all circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;You are essentially a content person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you consider yourself a little superior. &lt;br /&gt;You are moral by your own standards.&lt;br /&gt;You believe that morality is what best suits the occasion.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourworldviewquiz/"&gt;What Is Your World View?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113338499125022236?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113338499125022236/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113338499125022236' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113338499125022236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113338499125022236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-dcrit.html' title='Ça me décrit?!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113324830363029953</id><published>2005-11-29T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:11:43.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J'ai trouvé ceci à mon ordi</title><content type='html'>Poulie: YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! Eskimos 38 to 35!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;how sweet&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! Eskimos 38 to 35!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;you left me a personal message!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! Eskimos 38 to 35!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;unless il y a une autre Juylie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! Eskimos 38 to 35!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh nicole!!! Are you julie cheating on me?????&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! Eskimos 38 to 35!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth, i can take it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;oh i am heatrbroken!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;the silence, it is a yes, you are cheating on me!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;is it sarah?&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;was it her drunken flingyness...&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;i can go back to being that girl&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;just give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;i will pick up a random boy&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why GOd have you done this to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;Nicole! Take me back&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything you want me to&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;i promise&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;the loneliness, it is too much&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;she can never replace me!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;fine then&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll find a new nicole&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;There is no one else!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;There never has been!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;There never will be!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh please forget it!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;i will never replace&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;you!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;fine then! don't talk@&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH &lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;THe pain!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Poulie: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmas!!!  says:&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooo alone...&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;so sad&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;i promise to be good&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;just give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;one last chance&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;*tear*&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;*tear, sniffle, tear*&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;*wail*&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;*collapses on floor while begging the gods for mercy*&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;*clwing floor*&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, glad to have gotten that out of my system...&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;hopefully you are having a good time&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;i will be going to bed now&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF PAGE&lt;br /&gt;Poulie:hihihi... msning with myself says:&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113324830363029953?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113324830363029953/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113324830363029953' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113324830363029953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113324830363029953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/jai-trouv-ceci-mon-ordi.html' title='J&apos;ai trouvé ceci à mon ordi'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113286853152546390</id><published>2005-11-24T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:42:11.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Une ligne comme tant d'autres</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;J'ai déjà eu une roche qui s'appelait Pierre.  Je l'ai trouvée en haut d'une très haute montagne&lt;/blockquote&gt; - NN et VC, &lt;em&gt;Fac Lib&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113286853152546390?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113286853152546390/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113286853152546390' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113286853152546390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113286853152546390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/une-ligne-comme-tant-dautres.html' title='Une ligne comme tant d&apos;autres'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113264088249533742</id><published>2005-11-21T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:28:02.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwear oracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8E8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FCF3FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to buy new underwear instead of doing laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/"&gt;The Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113264088249533742?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113264088249533742/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113264088249533742' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113264088249533742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113264088249533742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/underwear-oracle_21.html' title='Underwear oracle'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113263943861061070</id><published>2005-11-21T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:04:36.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwear oracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #f8e8ff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fcf3ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You tend to throw out your underwear after a few months. It gets used and abused!&lt;br /&gt;You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113263943861061070?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113263943861061070/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113263943861061070' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113263943861061070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113263943861061070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/underwear-oracle.html' title='Underwear oracle'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113261836098687809</id><published>2005-11-21T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:12:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La tranquillité a sa rapidité</title><content type='html'>La cueillette de champignons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'aiment faire les Russes pendant leur temps libre? Ils aiment souvent cueillir des champignons dans la forêt.  Ils laissent la ville et partent pour la campagne.  Qui fait ça?  Les étudiants, les professeurs, les infirmières, les docteurs, les grand-mères, les grand-pères, les enfants et les parents, toute la famille fait celà!  mais ils ne faut pas qu'ils oublient quels champignons sont comestibles et lesquels ne le sont pas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce qu'un champignon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un champignon n'est ni une fleur ni de la mousse.  Dans un champignon, on peut trouver un "chlyapka", un "nojka", des "plastinki", des "gribnitzi", un "kol'tso" et un "borothichok".  Le chapeau est situé en haut.  Le nojka est situé au milieu.  Les gribnitsi sont situés dans la terre.  Il y a plusieurs sortes de champignons.  Par exemple, le champignon blanc, dont l'extérieur est jaune-brun, mais l'intérieur blanc.  Il est comestible mais ressemble beaucoup au champignon non-comestible "jeltchni".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À venir, comment faire la cueillette des champignons, le calendrier champignonesque d'autres exemple de champignons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Si seulement je pouvais écrire cette dissertation en français et non en russe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113261836098687809?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113261836098687809/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113261836098687809' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113261836098687809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113261836098687809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/la-tranquillit-sa-rapidit.html' title='La tranquillité a sa rapidité'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113259228642118144</id><published>2005-11-21T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:08:09.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je mange une pomme</title><content type='html'>Je mange une pomme&lt;br /&gt;Elle est croustillante&lt;br /&gt;Elle est juteuse&lt;br /&gt;En croquant&lt;br /&gt;Elle me rapelle l'ete&lt;br /&gt;La joie&lt;br /&gt;Le soleil&lt;br /&gt;Je mange le soleil?&lt;br /&gt;Je mange la joie?&lt;br /&gt;Je mange l'ete???&lt;br /&gt;Non&lt;br /&gt;Je mange unne pomme&lt;br /&gt;Je croque unne pomme&lt;br /&gt;Elle est croustillante et juteuse&lt;br /&gt;Elle me fait penser a l'ete&lt;br /&gt;Elle est rouge&lt;br /&gt;Tres, tres rouge&lt;br /&gt;Je mange une pomme&lt;br /&gt;Pomme, je te mange&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113259228642118144?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113259228642118144/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113259228642118144' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113259228642118144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113259228642118144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/je-mange-une-pomme.html' title='Je mange une pomme'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113246993866205976</id><published>2005-11-19T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T23:58:58.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Rock et Early Music Ensemble suck!</title><content type='html'>Ouais, c'est ce que j'avais à dire. HArry Potter ROck! Le 4ième film m'a beacoup plu. Par contre j'étais toute stressé pour mon concert de EME(voir titre). J'ai pratiqué ebacoup aujourd'hui et je pratiquerai encore plus demain et par lundi soir, je serais fabuleuse... mais en attendant... ich... ca prend du travaille... En tout cas j'avais l'air toute fabulous aujourd'hui... les cheveux tout beau et maquillé et tout....&lt;br /&gt;Fabu...&lt;br /&gt;Poulou..ie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113246993866205976?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113246993866205976/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113246993866205976' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113246993866205976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113246993866205976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter-rock-et-early-music.html' title='Harry Potter Rock et Early Music Ensemble suck!'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113226614607815733</id><published>2005-11-17T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T15:22:26.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dans le Pavillon Lacerte</title><content type='html'>Bonjour Poulie, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'écris du nouvellement renommé Pavillon Lacerte, soit ancien Centre Saint-Jean, où j'ai maintenant mon propre bureau avec mon propre ordinateur et mes propres tiroirs avec clé.  C'est dans le bureau commun des étudiants de maîtrise alors là je vois les étudiants de maîtrise à tous les jours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hourra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113226614607815733?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113226614607815733/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113226614607815733' title='10 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113226614607815733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113226614607815733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/dans-le-pavillon-lacerte.html' title='Dans le Pavillon Lacerte'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113209277369736105</id><published>2005-11-15T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T15:17:34.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poulie Parlementaire</title><content type='html'>Alors les amie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poulie est encore aller plus loins dans son développement intellectuel, elle a participé à un parlement jeunesse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voici une image qui représente la joie du débat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/1600/poulie%20parlemantaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7271/1566/320/poulie%20parlemantaire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113209277369736105?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113209277369736105/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113209277369736105' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113209277369736105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113209277369736105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/poulie-parlementaire.html' title='Poulie Parlementaire'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113202600082322919</id><published>2005-11-14T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:40:00.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Félicitation t'es humain!</title><content type='html'>Alors bonjour les amis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce mesage n'est ni pour chialer que eprsonne n'écris, ni pour pleurer le wah wah. Comem vous devez êtres content. Efectiveemnt, je ne sais pas quoi écrire, mais j'ai décider de communiquer avec la communauté bloggeur et de dire bonjour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette fin de semaine j'ai participé à la 15e édition du Parlement Franco Canadien du Nord et de l'Ouest. C'était vraiment super. Bien que mes débats étaient moins émouvant que d'habitude, (j'ai quand même gagner le prix du drmaturge) je trouve que j'ai fait de grands avancement sociaux. Voyer vous, bien que d'habitude je m'apprête à parler à tout le monde du parlement, je n'avais jamais créer de vrai amitiés solides. Oui, je me suis fais des amis, c'est vrai, mais c'était plutot parce que j'avais la chance de revoir les mêmes personnes à maintes reprises lors des parlements et d'autres activités jeunesses. Cette année, par contre, je me suis fais des amis qui me sont très chers et que j'espère revoir souvent au cours de l'année, et ca dans la fin de semaine. Oui, j'avais rencontrer ces gens quelques fois avant, mais je n'avais pas créer de lien avec eux, alors qu'une fin de semaine me permet de devenir de vrai amis avec ces gens, c'est vraiment superbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De plus, j'ai eu la chance de danser comme une bonne le samedi soir, étant donné qu'on est allé voir un groupe musicale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah les amis, laissez moi vous parler de ce groupe: Soir de Semaine.&lt;br /&gt;C'Est un groupe originaire du Yukon (ou de québecois qui vivent maintenant au Yukon)t ces des profs. Ils ont beaucoup de joie de vivre, et du talent acceptable avec leur instrument. Par contre, il me semble, et je dit ceci après les avoirs vues deux fois (une année entre les show), il me semble qu'il ont cxomplètement oublier comment parler. Non vraiment! Bien qu'ils avait beaucoup d'enthousiasme, on ne comprenait pas un mot! Moi et le beau Marc, nous nous sommes amusés à essayer d'entendre des mots ici et là, mais meme avec notre grande effort, je crois qu'on n'a trouvé qu'une vingtaine de mots. Yé pour nous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai réalisé cette fin de semaine juste comment chers qu'ils sont mes amis. En me tenant avec ma vielle gang, en dansant, en chantant, en s'envoyant des notes, je me suis souvenue que ces gens là, ils ROCK! Non vraiment! Ils ROCK!!! Je vais vraiment devoir m'organiser pour les inviter tous chez moi... étant donné qu'il semble qu'à chaque fois que je les invite, quelqu'un trouve une excuse pour ne pas venir, et je reste tout seule à Calgary...  Je vais devoir appeller mon nouvel ami et aller dnaser avec lui! ou meme.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prendre un café!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turelie tu est awesome, et Maestro, haha, tu as manqué une fin de semaine qui a vraiment ROCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poulie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113202600082322919?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113202600082322919/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113202600082322919' title='19 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113202600082322919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113202600082322919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/flicitation-tes-humain.html' title='Félicitation t&apos;es humain!'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113199666684270206</id><published>2005-11-14T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:31:06.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahhhhh</title><content type='html'>Il est midi trente, je suis fatigue, j'ai faim et j'ai des papillons dans mon ventre! Wahhh!!!! Je n'ai eu que 3h30 de sommeil yier soir et quand j'ai essaye de pratiquer mon chant tantot je sucais! Wahhh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113199666684270206?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113199666684270206/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113199666684270206' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113199666684270206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113199666684270206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/wahhhhh.html' title='Wahhhhh'/><author><name>Poulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018720035239420537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113142608617111855</id><published>2005-11-07T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:01:26.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>et maintenant</title><content type='html'>Comme dernier ajout,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je dois tout simplement inscrire ici le chiffre 4, encore une fois,&lt;br /&gt;afin de me rattraper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/0518597-R1-019-8..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/400/0518597-R1-019-8..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! les grands symboles! Vive Jung et le comparativisme universel! Vive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113142608617111855?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113142608617111855/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113142608617111855' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113142608617111855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113142608617111855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/et-maintenant.html' title='et maintenant'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113142573124071865</id><published>2005-11-07T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:55:31.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Les maths.</title><content type='html'>Je devrais être mathématicienne.  J'aime les chiffres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4, par exemple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou bien trois! "Trois est universallement un nombre fondamental.  Il exprime un ordre intellectuel et spirituel, en Dieu, dans le cosmos ou dans l'homme.  Il synthétise la tri-unité de l'être vivant ou il résulte de la conjonction de 1 et de 2, produit en ce cas de l'Union du Ciel et de la Terre.  Le Tao produit un; un produit deux; deux produit trois..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vive les chiffres.  Vive les maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113142573124071865?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113142573124071865/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113142573124071865' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113142573124071865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113142573124071865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/les-maths.html' title='Les maths.'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113142550285095822</id><published>2005-11-07T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:51:42.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essai / Dissertation =/ synonymes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/0518595-R1-037-17..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/0518595-R1-037-17..0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voici le défilé de moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/0518595-R1-035-16..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/0518595-R1-035-16..0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est un défilé de vent à la plage.  Je m'adore et le vent m'adore aussi.  Voici le message de la vie tel que je l'ai inscrit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/1600/0518595-R1-043-20..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/1572/320/0518595-R1-043-20..0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon, alors j'ai eu beaucoup de difficulté ces derniers jours à me concentrer sur mes lectures.  Peut-être que si j'écris ici les deux dernières pages de mon livre, je vais finalement réussir à les lire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The main features of a chisungu on the other hand are its crowds and its thronging dancers. Again the ancestral ceremonies are performed in a reverent and quiet way. Nothing could be in greater contrast than the spirit of the chisungu with its noisy dancing and singing, its extravagant burlesque and its crowded scenes. The chisungu proclaimes and teaches and requires a big concourse for its effect: it repeats, reaffirms and hands on by emblem and mime. The ancestral prayers are supplications to spirits who can give and withhold. The approach to them is difficult and can only e made by men in authority who have made themselves ritually pure. If Bemba believe in chiefs at all, they believe that they are worshipping chiefs acting as intermediaries for them, because that is their concept of kingship. They do not need to watch the rite of supplication itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to find explanations for an elaborate set of rites. They were ceremonies performed by people of a culture that was strange to me and in a language which I did not understand thoroughly enough for an adequate study of verbal symbols.  The task has been one which no anthropologist could hope to achieve completely, but it extended my knowledge of Bemba institutions and values and set me, and I hope others, problems for comparative study in other matrilineal tribes.  It has given me a conception of the great variety of different purposes which men seek to achieve by ritual behaviour.  " - Audrey Richards, &lt;em&gt;Chisungu &lt;/em&gt;p. 168.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je devrais être capable de lire la dernière page, maintenant que j'ai pris mon élan.  Et rappelez-vous, les amis, du vent qui est en vous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nico le pico venteux.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113142550285095822?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113142550285095822/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113142550285095822' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113142550285095822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113142550285095822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/essai-dissertation-synonymes.html' title='Essai / Dissertation =/ synonymes'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16490409.post-113142467942156559</id><published>2005-11-07T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:37:59.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi et moi encore et euh moi</title><content type='html'>Bonjour, je suis ici pour répandre l'amour de moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selon Joui, je suis assez intimidante et donc, pour rémédier à cela, j'ai décidé de faire un exposé sur moi-même pour que tout le monde se sente plus à l'aise.  Heureusement, j'ai eu de nouvelles photos de la Russie pour le faire, donc je vais les (ça commence avec un a et ça finit avec une fiche)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donc, début du défilé de photos de moi (et bien sûr du paysage qui m'entoure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euh. J'en ai peut-être trop mis.  Je vais réessayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16490409-113142467942156559?l=juliepoulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/feeds/113142467942156559/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16490409&amp;postID=113142467942156559' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113142467942156559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16490409/posts/default/113142467942156559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliepoulie.blogspot.com/2005/11/moi-et-moi-encore-et-euh-moi.html' title='Moi et moi encore et euh moi'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014354816238850564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
