<?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-6103448</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:47:56.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Place</title><subtitle type='html'>In My place, In My Place were lines that I couldn't change... </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-111318999629319562</id><published>2005-04-10T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:26:36.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IN MY PLACE HAS MOVED!!!http://www.livejournal.com/users/fanny_moon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/111318999629319562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/111318999629319562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111318999629319562' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-110592721606429968</id><published>2005-01-16T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:00:16.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Franny's Review of The Oh-so-great '041. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?Went in a bar. A *gay* bar! *proud* . I enjoyed drinking alcohol. I tried to kill myself. I truly hated my mom and a whole lot of things that I can't think of.2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?I don't make resolutions, nor do I break them.3. Did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110592721606429968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110592721606429968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110592721606429968' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-110300171221945830</id><published>2004-12-13T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T21:21:52.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Justin. Which Queer As Folk Character Are You? brought to you by QuizillaOoooh... I'm sunshine ^^=Early season three. Would you just make up yourmind before I go insane!! Which Brian and Justin Are You? (Queer as Folk) brought to you by QuizillaI actually wasn't expecting this. I was thinking early season two. when they are all cutesy and lovey-dovey but hey, I guess teasing and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110300171221945830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110300171221945830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110300171221945830' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-110239189206325516</id><published>2004-12-06T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T19:58:12.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gravitation is not *that* good. It's a great laugh and all, but if it wasn't shounen ai, I wouldn't even had laid my eyes on it. The anime has been rated one of the best romantic japanimation ever. WTF? What? Where's the romance? All I see is a whiny kid with a weird infatutation and amenattly messed up unsensitive jerk. Oh yeah, and a few giant panda androids. C'mon! What was tome 9 all about? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110239189206325516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110239189206325516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110239189206325516' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-110179452218401496</id><published>2004-11-29T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:02:02.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blah...Thirteen random things you like...01) Thick blankets02) Books03) Slash04) Pen pencils and color crayons05) Glam Rock06) My French Teacher        (not in taht way, you creeps!)07) My trench coat08) Autumn09) Vanilla10) Mangas11) L’Imaginaire12) Cheese Puffs13) Painting brushesTwelve movies01)The Rocky Horror Picture Show02)Velvet Goldmine03)Harry Potter and The Prisonner</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110179452218401496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110179452218401496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110179452218401496' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-110162289193487346</id><published>2004-11-27T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T22:29:07.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When In doubt, Post some Quizzes!You're the -'Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!'-momentWhich Brian Slade and Curt Wild (Velvet Goldmine) moment are you? (with pics!)brought to you by QuizillaEvery Brian/Curt moment is agood moment.You are... Groupy! Arthur.My, my, aren't you just living your dreams? Afterall you're finally free. Music, art, and poncyfashions seem to play a big</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110162289193487346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110162289193487346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110162289193487346' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-110150172747031664</id><published>2004-11-26T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T12:44:58.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Soundtrack of my Life!(This would be a lot easier if I knew song lyrics, bear with me)opening song: Hymn to Joy- Beethovenwaking up: In my Place- Coldplayfirst date: The Sweetest Thing- U2first kiss: I Do- Placebofalling in love: La Pomme- Projet Orangebeing with someone you love: Careful where you stand-ColdplayThinking about someone you love: Your beauty must be rubbing off- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110150172747031664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110150172747031664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110150172747031664' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-110143618588006213</id><published>2004-11-25T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T18:29:45.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Stereotypical You Are...Created by uraverageteen and taken 23921 times on bzoink!The Generic Teenager StereotypeDo you drink [alcohol]?SometimesDo you party a lot? How often?Less than once a monthDo you use drugs for recreational purposes?noHow often do you use the word like in an average hour?in english probably once a day and in french this word is as essential as the word 'the' so I really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110143618588006213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110143618588006213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110143618588006213' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-110118083131894122</id><published>2004-11-22T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T19:33:51.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bout of teenage angst (God, I'm so predictable)Why is it that everyone's life is so uber cool and I'm like the epitome of boredom? I created myself an illusionary life of bliss out of fanfictions and books and movies and music and for the few short moments I land on Earth I shatter in thousands of sharp pieces because I spend so much time telling myself that I'm miserable that in the end I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110118083131894122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/110118083131894122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110118083131894122' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-109677074012505677</id><published>2004-10-02T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T19:32:20.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom is gone. twilili... I want to jump down a cliff twilili... nah seriously I'm surviving on dinner Kraft again *emotional breakdown*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109677074012505677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109677074012505677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109677074012505677' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-109296720754965389</id><published>2004-08-19T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T19:01:39.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quizz.Introverted (I) 66.67% Extroverted (E) 33.33% Imaginative (N) 61.54% Realistic (S) 38.46% Emotional (F) 67.65% Intellectual (T) 32.35% Easygoing (P) 64.29% Organized (J) 35.71% Your type is: INFP You are an Idealist, possible professions include - information-graphics designer, college professor, researcher, legal mediator, social worker, holistic health practitioner, occupational </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109296720754965389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109296720754965389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109296720754965389' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-109202339684894543</id><published>2004-08-08T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T20:49:56.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's wrong with people?!?There once was a time when I could perfectly live without them.But then they all coaxe me into this 'society' thing which I grew to enjoy. Quite a lot in fact.But then what?? Then they push me away and spit at me while I rot in my own miserable loneliness, laughing all the while because *yes* they made me addict their presence?I say Fuck it.No more tears shall be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109202339684894543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109202339684894543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109202339684894543' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-109194585421328058</id><published>2004-08-07T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T23:20:02.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to make the cat think you're his #1 Enemy in 10 easy steps(or FM's guide to chase summer boredom) Step 1: Take a stupid cat. (Fran gladly offers hers if you can't find any *hands Bibi to random passer by*)  Step 2: If said stupid animal had a trauma as a baby kitty, all the better! (Bibi had a ballon explode in his face when he was young, ha has been scared of anything round-shaped since then</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109194585421328058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109194585421328058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109194585421328058' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-109065551074180186</id><published>2004-07-24T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T00:51:50.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was calm. The highlight of the day sure was when my sister spelled 'sperm' while playing Scrabble with Billy (her boyfriend) and mom. *stern face*Fran: *comes in the room* What are you guys doing?Laurie-neesan:  ^-^We're playing Scrabble.Fran: *pouts* Why didn't you tell me? I would've liked to play too.Mom: Because you're supposed to be cleaning your room. *evil glare*Laurie-neesan: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109065551074180186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109065551074180186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109065551074180186' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-109038403855811029</id><published>2004-07-21T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T21:27:18.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You think your days are uneventful... and no one ever thinks about you... Those are actually the lyrics to one of my favourite Keane song. Can't remember the titel... it's track seven on their 'Hopes and Fears' album...  Since I bought LotR-RotK on DVD, I decided to watch it yesterday night... or should I say this morning? yeah, I began to watch this 3 hour and a half monster at two thirdy...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109038403855811029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109038403855811029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109038403855811029' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-109030222089914273</id><published>2004-07-20T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T22:43:40.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mom's weird... Franny: *is heating up some leftovers*Fran's mom: *comes in the room* Why do you wear a skirt over your pant?Franny: ^^;; because i think it's pr-Fran's mom: Could you help the neighbour when he came and asked you about his computer problems earlier?Franny: ^^;; In fact I didn't ha-Fran's mom: Did you scan these sheets I asked you to scan for me?Franny:^^;;; Well you told </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109030222089914273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/109030222089914273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109030222089914273' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-108977287061353574</id><published>2004-07-13T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T09:47:30.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I had to think of 5 words to describe today, they'd probably be:WRITE!!!! (as in , you know you HAVE to, so get inspiration NOW!)Ice cream (That's actually two but... hey!)Report Card (That too... yeah, bite me) TV (If a cure to laziness is invented, I want to be the first to be informed)Trumpet ( The marching band practice local was suffocatingly hot! x_x)Now...Let me put that in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108977287061353574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108977287061353574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108977287061353574' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-108847756906437597</id><published>2004-06-28T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T19:52:49.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was weird. First, I got up at noon, wich is really weird for morning person me who never wakes up later than 10. My morning TV ritual was altered, at this hour I had to choose between Big wolf on the campus (Which is not that bad but I've seen all the episodes and they're not that interesting the first time, so the second time is kinda boring...) and Gigli... I turned the TV and went for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108847756906437597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108847756906437597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108847756906437597' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-108812912216350955</id><published>2004-06-24T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T19:07:55.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was... Tiresome... I went to bed at 4am this morning after finally talking with Stacy online ^__^  I had to wake up at 8:45 but I ignored my alarm clock and fell back to sleep ^^;;;; i had to leave for 9:30 and my Mom finally woke me up at 9:15 I was almost late. I had two parades and a concert today to celebrate the Saint-Jean-Baptiste. I talked some more with Mikhael... at some point the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108812912216350955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108812912216350955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108812912216350955' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-108796553370972906</id><published>2004-06-22T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T20:54:41.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rainy Day ;-; Here it is again... the loneliness... The dreaded the summer holidays. It's always the same thing. Every day I wake up around 9:00 - 9:30. I watch the TV until 11:30-12:00. I grab a snack. I go on the computer until around 5:00. I eat with my family. Around 5:30 I come back on the computer. I go to sleep at around 3:00. It's unhealty, it's pathetic, it's lazy and I hate it. ;-; i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108796553370972906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108796553370972906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108796553370972906' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-108795309824210061</id><published>2004-06-22T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T18:11:38.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Franny Moon and the 45 HP questionsHP Book: GoF. I also loved PoA. HP Character: Ron Weasley... or maybe Harry... or Percy?? Erh wait... what about Lupin??? Waaah! ;-; Hogwarts House: GryffindorTeacher: Remus Lupin ^____^Creature: CentaurCandy: Chocolate frogsBook Cover: the French edition covers ALL sucks ;-; but for the English editions, OotP was rather cool. Quote or Phrase: “If you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108795309824210061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108795309824210061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108795309824210061' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-108785413340348825</id><published>2004-06-21T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T14:42:13.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A-B-C-D-E-F-R-A-N-N-YA- Act your age - DependsB- Book you're reading now? – The Farewell Symphony by Edmund White (Damn is this book long) and Liar by Stephen Fry (this one is very funny ^^=)C- Chore you hate – wash the fridge &gt;.&lt;D- Dirty little secret – If I tell it it won't be a secret anymore ^_-E- Essential make-up item – eyeliner F- Freakiest thing about you – erh... I dunno..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108785413340348825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108785413340348825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108785413340348825' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-108753315742221887</id><published>2004-06-17T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T21:32:37.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woohoo! Quizzes time!Which personality Disorder Do you Haveborderline Which Personality Disorder Do You Have? brought to you by QuizillaSomehow, I'm not surprised by this O.owhat kind of writer are YouYou're an Angst writer! What kind of writer are you? brought to you by QuizillaHow true... how true...*evil grin*Where do you belongYou belong in the land of darkness, otherwise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108753315742221887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108753315742221887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108753315742221887' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-108743611253705932</id><published>2004-06-16T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T18:35:12.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh no! Not another rant about Canadian Politicians!No, don't worry, it is not. It's just my top five reasons why every one in the Province of Québec should vote for the Bloc Quebecois at the federal elections that are coming soon ^^;;; Quickly followed by a real blog! I promise! # 1: Okay, we all know that the Bloc CAN'T make it to the head of our big country. And a vote for The Bloc </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108743611253705932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108743611253705932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108743611253705932' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-108433521852696482</id><published>2004-05-11T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T21:13:38.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Useless Knowledge Post #1Franny's list of faavorite belongingsThe 12 Card Captor Sakura mangasThe 8 Marmalade Boy mangasThe 4 New York New York mangasThe 5 Imadoki mangasThe 8 Chobits mangasShirahime Syo one-shot manga5 Urukyu Mangas17 X/1999 Mangas6 She, The Ultimate Weapon Mangas9 Fruits Basket Mangas2 Suki Dakara Suki Mangas2 Ai Yori Aoshi Mangas1 Evangelion Manga1 Tsubasa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108433521852696482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108433521852696482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108433521852696482' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-108316987939409478</id><published>2004-04-28T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T09:35:35.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Five Bands/Artists/Groups You've been listening to Lately(in no particular order):1. Placebo2. The Rasmus3. Coldplay4. Red Hot Chili Peppers5. Blink 182Top Five Locations I'd Like To Run Away To:1. England2. Japan3. France4. Malaysia5. New OrleansRandom12. How many people have you slept with: none13. Do you have b/f or g/f: no14. Sexuality: Bisexual 15. Your sexiest feature: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108316987939409478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108316987939409478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108316987939409478' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-10830987692900845</id><published>2004-04-27T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T13:50:23.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Grab the nearest book.2. Open the book to page 23.3. Find the fifth sentence.4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions. Forgive the crappy translation ^^;;"The boys who, ten years earlier, were being bad mouthed while drinking cocktails, too thin in their black outfits and their light blue angora shirt flooded with perfume, opposing the Callas a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/10830987692900845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/10830987692900845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10830987692900845' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-108001214636188382</id><published>2004-03-22T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T19:25:51.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAYER ONE:- - Name: Fannie- - Birth date: 21/01/88- - Birthplace: Quebec- - Current Stalk Me at: Quebec- - Eye Color: Chestnut- - Hair Color: Brown- - Height: 5'5- - Righty or Lefty: Right but I'm aambidextrousxt in training ^__^LAYER TWO: - - Your heritage: From Quebec... France Vicking and Amerindian too I think... - - Your weakness: I tend to scare people away - - Your fears: To </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108001214636188382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/108001214636188382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108001214636188382' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-107923652113485348</id><published>2004-03-13T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T19:58:33.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*singsong voice* I'm still alive I'm still alive *breaks down* CURRENTS... Current Dress: black tank top and flower-patterned PJ’s pants ^^;; Current Makeup: I just showered so noneCurrent Mood: bored Current music: I’m listening to an audio 12 seconds scene from Fruit Basket. It,s on repeat... I’ve been listening to it for at least 45 minutes, but I’m not getting tired of it. I love cute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107923652113485348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107923652113485348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107923652113485348' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-107876268639923572</id><published>2004-03-08T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T08:21:12.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLOODY WONDERFULMy mother is leaving us. She's f*cking leaving us for some French jerk she met on INTERNET! I always knew that she was not happy, I was always affraid that she'd leave. But I never expected her to do it. I wake up this morning, get up, go in the kitchen, smile because my sister's here and then bang! My mom tells me that. TODAY she's leaving TODAY! and my dad doesn't even know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107876268639923572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107876268639923572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107876268639923572' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-107851584336341732</id><published>2004-03-05T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:47:04.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Writer's Block !!!!!! T_TGrrrrrrr! *stabs TmBttS chap.3*  I can't seem to finish this damn chapter! ;-; The cute unnamed kid is so damn hard to write! He has this really weird and jumpy personality and I don't know how to make him react to some situations! T_T  Keiichi is much more easy to write. Eh... Keiichi is a male, japanese and coffee addict version of myself, no wonder I like to write </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107851584336341732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107851584336341732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107851584336341732' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-107802301071110538</id><published>2004-02-28T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T18:53:05.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Franny’s random note to self :D !!! (or rather T_T ) ****Fran: Note to self; never watch The End Of Evangelion before leaving home for school...*~*Flashback*~* Random Friend: You Okay Fan??Fran: *sob* *sob* Whyyyyyyyy??? *sob* Random Friend: O.o ~Later~Bitchy English Teacher: You Okay Fannie, you seem a bit tired today...Fran: *Sob* *sob*  Kaworuuuuuu T_T~*~End of Flashback~*~**</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107802301071110538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107802301071110538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107802301071110538' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-107716693110939271</id><published>2004-02-18T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:04:51.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11:46 pm is NOT late Grrrr... stupid parents forcing me into going back in my old bedroom, thus forcing me to choose new colors and lamps and knobs for the drawers and new curtains and all these things I most definitely not feel like choosing right now. *sigh* my new room is going to be a big black, white and red mess... I get the feeling that the beige nightstand is not going to fit with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107716693110939271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107716693110939271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107716693110939271' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-107647446254128668</id><published>2004-02-10T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T20:47:53.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was not a bad day 'til 11:40, exactly 2 minutes before the bell rang. (Yeah, the bell rigns at 11:42, sue the school) I was talking with a girl I'm teamed up with to do an oral in my media english class. "Audrey, I really don't think we'll be ready for Friday." I told her. And then she looked at me and said "What are you talking about, the oral is tomorrow." *sigh* sadly She was right... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107647446254128668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107647446254128668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107647446254128668' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-107479341969755218</id><published>2004-01-22T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T09:45:41.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Most Lonely Bloody Birthday Ever Yesterday was my birthday. *smiles a little* I finally turned 16 but since people think I'm eighteen I guess I've felt like it for a long time now.  School was depressing. Jessy-kun went back to his I-hate-everyone-so-don't-talk-to-me-bitch mood. It's so hard to be a good friend to him. When he feels happy, he's self-centred and when he's sad he blocks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107479341969755218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107479341969755218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479341969755218' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-107007524094144686</id><published>2003-11-28T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T19:07:30.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hiya ^^=I'm just back from work and today wasn't that bad ^^= I was really down for multiples reason yesterday. I felt depressed and alone, but today was fine. This post is going to be really short, 'cause, really, nothing happened to me ^^;;;;;   Ooh... this morning when i woke up Iwent downstairs to take a shower and i found my sister's half blind boyfriend standing in the dark with a night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107007524094144686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/107007524094144686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107007524094144686' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-106972239913147511</id><published>2003-11-24T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T18:22:39.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh today was just a horrible day!!!! The horrible Honday that folowed the horrible week-end T_T Well my week-end wasn't THAT bad... I had a pet day on Friday so I went to Jessy-kun's place so we could do our English school project with two other classmates. We have to film a news broadcast which is quite funny actually ^^= We tried to make it funny so the two roles i got was 'The Blond Girl' (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/106972239913147511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/106972239913147511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106972239913147511' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103448.post-106928544901472960</id><published>2003-11-19T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T15:49:43.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hiya! Wow... My first post!^^= I have nothing to say though     -_-'''  Oh well...Gah... School is going to drive me crazy I have an Oral presentation tomorrow and I'm not ready at all @_@ hoee... But usually, the less preparation I have, the best I perform. Like I always say ; It's 95% improvisation and 5% talent eh ^_~I also have an History exam, but I don't really worry about that one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/106928544901472960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103448/posts/default/106928544901472960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frannymoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928544901472960' title=''/><author><name>Franny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555832314935494459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
