<?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-13580767</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:22:45.271+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Googlebird's Roost!</title><subtitle type='html'>We are clients at Gawith Villa, Armadale, Melbourne, Australia. The views expressed on this blog do not necessarily reflect those of the organisation.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112987714594044495</id><published>2009-10-21T17:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:07:21.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/Googlebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/Googlebird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting the Gawith Villa Googlebird: symbol of collective creativity, and also the whole amounting to more than the sum of its parts! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112987714594044495?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112987714594044495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112987714594044495' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112987714594044495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112987714594044495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/10/presenting-gawith-villa-googlebird.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112987698441887731</id><published>2009-10-21T17:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:08:07.728+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/friends%20of%20Googlebird%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/friends%20of%20Googlebird%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not afraid of the Googlebird: the Googlebird doesn't bite! From left to right, the friends of Googlebird: Lee (Leanne), Eleanor, Katie (Katrina), Anna and Gary. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112987698441887731?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112987698441887731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112987698441887731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112987698441887731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112987698441887731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-are-not-afraid-of-googlebird.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112987674092043622</id><published>2009-10-21T17:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:08:46.041+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/friends%20of%20Googlebird%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/friends%20of%20Googlebird%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a big thumbs up and thank you have to go to Jo, for taking these pictures for us, Robyn, for helping to separate them from Jo's photos into their own little folder, and Samy for sending them via email, so we can upload them! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112987674092043622?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112987674092043622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112987674092043622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112987674092043622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112987674092043622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-big-thumbs-up-and-thank-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-3980888897131680964</id><published>2008-04-30T09:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:57:56.404+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole's post</title><content type='html'>I like the photos that are on the blog already. The Googlebird reminds me of the old G.V. We at Gawith Villa are no longer in the old place in the photos, but we are now in a new place. I like it, because it is nice. I can use Peter's computer to do a blog, which I have never done before, and wanted to do for some time. Clients still do not have their own computer online, which is why no one has added to this blog for some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time since anyone last added to this blog, Lee-Anne has also become completely committed to Richmond, instead of Collingwood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very excited to be allowed to sit in Peter's office and put something on this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having salad for lunch, but Claire will just have her usual Twisties. I like Claire; she is nice! We could have been at the library by now, but no one could arrange a taxi back for us. There was a funny scraping noise outside just now. I wonder what it was. In the afternoon, I might get a massage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-3980888897131680964?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/3980888897131680964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=3980888897131680964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/3980888897131680964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/3980888897131680964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2008/04/nicoles-post.html' title='Nicole&apos;s post'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-2818724802620501648</id><published>2007-05-08T14:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:55:10.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee's milestone</title><content type='html'>Today, at RDA, Lee-anne reached another milestone, of, not only riding alone without a guide rope, as anticipated, but also leading all the other riders around the course, including weaving through the sticks. We hope to have a picture of this by next week, to show you all this wonderful achievement! Well done, Lee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee's solo art exhibition was also a great success, and raised over $600!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to set the record straight, while Lee has had some wonderful times at the football with Deb, and adopted Richmond as a second footy team, she has not completely swapped allegiances, and still ardently follows Collingwood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-2818724802620501648?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/2818724802620501648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=2818724802620501648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/2818724802620501648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/2818724802620501648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2007/05/lees-milestone.html' title='Lee&apos;s milestone'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-4872252161677650657</id><published>2007-03-28T10:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:18:47.405+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin's wishlist, by Colin Maxwell Jenkins</title><content type='html'>I want some Bibles with some new small books, the small Bibles in the shops, and the big Bibles, 18 Bibles for everyone at Gawith Villa.&lt;br /&gt;I would also love the lord Alister to be coming to God's own house.&lt;br /&gt;I also want $46.80 for lunch, for five days of the week, and for every week of the year, and every year of the century.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wish to go out fishing with Peter and his friends in his minibus, so as we don't have to pay for our lunches.*&lt;br /&gt;I would love to go to church of a Sunday and be with Mother and Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Doesn't that sound Biblical, Peter going out fishing with all his friends?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-4872252161677650657?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/4872252161677650657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=4872252161677650657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/4872252161677650657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/4872252161677650657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2007/03/colins-wishlist-by-colin-maxwell.html' title='Colin&apos;s wishlist, by Colin Maxwell Jenkins'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-2994962413183715823</id><published>2007-03-14T11:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:33:54.910+11:00</updated><title type='text'>To the world government:</title><content type='html'>Would you please bring some mighty big ships, as big as the Tasmanian transport ship, for people and their families?&lt;br /&gt;If we get the big tanks on the tankers, then I, God, say we get to try and push in from using a huge, flat wall of steel.&lt;br /&gt;If we get to be clearing up the whole of the waters, on top of the waters and below them, we try and strain the waters and try and desperately stop the octopi from squirting out black oil, and getting to squirt out even red oil, for the book writers, and blue oil, also for writing, for writers doing their jobs. See they don't squirt out black oil, not just for drivers. &lt;strong&gt;It seems that writers themselves are like octopi under the sea, squirting out words in black, blue and red oil! As I, God, do mean this, that black oil can be used for writing with pens, by writers of books. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-2994962413183715823?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/2994962413183715823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=2994962413183715823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/2994962413183715823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/2994962413183715823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-world-government.html' title='To the world government:'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-790839992812052749</id><published>2007-03-14T10:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T10:59:00.807+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter from the Dept. of Primary Industries to Colin</title><content type='html'>27th February, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr Jenkins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESSO and BHP Billiton Bass Strait Exploration Program&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing in response to your letter of 22nd January 2007 in which you asked that DPI look into the activities of ESSO and BHP Billiton in relation to penguins and octopi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparing its environment plan, ESSO was required to consider the possible impact of its operations on all marine life, including penguins and octopi. As implied in your letter, the likely impact on penguins and octopi is from oil spills. Consequently, ESSO's environment plan details how the facilities will avoid oil spills and, if there is a spill, how ESSO will work with agencies to clean up the spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, there have been insignificant spills associated with ESSO's petroleum production facilities. The Department is aware that there have been oil spills/discharges in the Bass Strait, but these have been associated with ships. The Australian Maritime Safety Authority is responsible for the regulation and prevention of pollution from ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to provide feedback on the Little Penguins project, I suggest you contact Ms Diana Russell Coot. Regional Manager External Affairs and Community Australia/Asia from BHP Billiton through the BHP Billiton office on 1300 554 757 or contact the Phillip Island Nature Park on 5951 2800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geoff Collins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petroleum Development Manager&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-790839992812052749?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/790839992812052749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=790839992812052749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/790839992812052749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/790839992812052749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2007/03/letter-from-dept-of-primary-industries.html' title='A letter from the Dept. of Primary Industries to Colin'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-8556448148413892159</id><published>2007-03-07T10:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T11:35:44.269+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Some nice ideas I had about the drought while sleeping, by Colin</title><content type='html'>We must get our navy involved to help with the drought conditions, to bring the rest of the water to the reservoirs, for everyone's water, except the hospitals. The mineral water is very low, too. I do feel that our water drought can be ended for all of the southern hemisphere.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when I was seeing and hearing the Lord's discussion on the oil and mining crisis, Russia, China, India, the USA, the UK and Australia are sending their armed forces to both the North and South poles for everyone's water. We can melt all the ice on the poles for water. They will also need health equipment. The Australian Commonwealth government MPs go and discuss building projects, and if there is or isn't enough money for building hospitals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-8556448148413892159?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/8556448148413892159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=8556448148413892159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/8556448148413892159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/8556448148413892159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-nice-ideas-i-had-about-drought.html' title='Some nice ideas I had about the drought while sleeping, by Colin'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-3016958773692659663</id><published>2007-02-12T12:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:32:33.743+11:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Australian Commonwealth Government:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the Australian oil crisis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Colin Maxwell Jenkins, would like to ask you all in the Prime Minister's Department, about the oil of our planet, especially that of the eight nations. Eight governments are stealing it.&lt;br /&gt;As I say, I believe that these eight nations should be prosecuted by the Bible; the Pope will prosecute them. You should all know this as I do.&lt;br /&gt;The eight nations include the USA, Russia, India, China, Germany and Britain, and I am not sure about Yugoslavia. I am also not sure about Germany and Japan.&lt;br /&gt;The countries that try and steal oil from Australia or any other country will be prosecuted by a religious court.&lt;br /&gt;The countries want to appeal for oil, either on the land or the ocean. They want to drill in the oceans and gulfs and Bass Strait. I was not too sure about having to be drilling for more oil, uranium in our country, or any other country of the world. Colin Maxwell Jenkins would love to tell you all, &lt;strong&gt;"No drilling in any water forbidden by a religion, and lands too."&lt;/strong&gt; Also I am not too sure about North Korea, who on the 13th and 14th February, wanted to turn uranium into oil, or coal to be turned into oil. We also have yellow oil for the world. Ampol and BHP should do some drilling now. or the sea and ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Liberal Party's own God will become a good Prime Minister, who will live forever. The Liberal Party will revive the spirit of former Prime Minister Sir Robert Menzies and his good treasurer Sir John McEwan by the election in December 2007. &lt;/strong&gt;All the nations of the world are to be forbidden to drill in the South Pole, and also in the whole of Central Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At the South Pole, I have seen on channel 2,  there are some oil nations and Australian companies wanting to drill for oil, and some people trying to cross the ice were in jeopardy, even when they tried to cross the ice quickly enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They were't able to stay up high enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As they fell into a big hole, the Australian navy had to send a fleet to save them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If they need to do anything else, they will need to bring some medical and other equipment, including mechanical. They might even need 2,000 wheelchairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-3016958773692659663?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/3016958773692659663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=3016958773692659663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/3016958773692659663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/3016958773692659663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-australian-commonwealth-government.html' title='To the Australian Commonwealth Government:'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-117030980451894376</id><published>2007-02-01T17:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:06:27.786+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill "the great helper" and his mate Sister Rose, at Sacred Heart Mission art group</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3979/728/640/281928/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3979/728/320/406110/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Bill will not only get missed by family, as per his death notice in the Sun this week, but also by several clients and workers at Gawith Villa, and especially by his good mate Sister Rose at Sacred Heart Mission art group!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-117030980451894376?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/117030980451894376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=117030980451894376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/117030980451894376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/117030980451894376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2007/02/bill-great-helper-and-his-mate-sister.html' title='Bill &quot;the great helper&quot; and his mate Sister Rose, at Sacred Heart Mission art group'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-116917578321160928</id><published>2007-01-19T13:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T14:03:03.230+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin's book, pp. 9-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For all the people of all kinds, and when another family does happen to be shearing off wool from the goats:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;     They should be able to get more food from some of our paddocks, and some of our good grass and water from irrigation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;     From all of their Australian farms, they were not getting enough food for their stations, and farms too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;     We have our own kinds of goats for everyone wanting winter jumpers, that are really thick, but not too thick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;     All the trucks had to make quite a journey to a nice dairy outlet for their good goats' milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;     For ladies too, I recommend goats' kidneys, liver and heart, because they are rich in iron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;     Two &lt;em&gt;good book&lt;/em&gt; authors, I mean, Jesus and myself, I would also love to recommend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;     Sheep, lambs and rams all need food and water, and desperately in some cases. Farmers require more black sheep, lambs and rams, and also black goats, to have more variety in the colours of the wool. Everyone in Australia and New Zealand, and also Papua New Guinea, needs a lot more rain, and not just in summer and autumn, as in 2003. Some of my rain magic worked, because it brought on the rain today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-116917578321160928?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/116917578321160928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=116917578321160928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116917578321160928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116917578321160928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2007/01/colins-book-pp-9-10.html' title='Colin&apos;s book, pp. 9-10'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-116716267313659511</id><published>2006-12-27T06:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T06:51:13.146+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Some words from Helen's volunteer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3979/728/640/635169/Helen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3979/728/320/828466/Helen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For quite some time I have been involved with Helly and other clients of Gawith Villa in the hydrotherapy pool in Ashburton. I regard it as a great mark of trust that, when she is tired out, she'll float in my arms and relax enough to fall asleep with her head on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just recently we also started to attend choir practice at the church hall in Clarendon St, with the Tuesday singers. When the choir is practising odd bits and phrases she gets a bit restless but when they burst into full-throated song she gives it all her attention and quite obviously enjoys it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an indefinable quality about Helly that, without words, reaches out to you so that you can only respond in the most loving way. Whenever I think of her gentle manner I somehow always associate her with that glorious incandescent blue of the fairy wren. &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-116716267313659511?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/116716267313659511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=116716267313659511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116716267313659511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116716267313659511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-words-from-helens-volunteer.html' title='Some words from Helen&apos;s volunteer'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-116373133872125395</id><published>2006-11-17T13:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:57:36.956+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Document of the Doomed, by Colin Jenkins</title><content type='html'>While we were going to inspect this question of the government's $18 or 28 billion, and as, I God, have a book that is popular in Europe, and as I have earned that much money, in the trillions of dollars, it needs to go to the National Reserve Bank, and, as I Colin Maxwell Jenkins, on the 9th of November, thought I would soon become a lordess or goddess, all over the world, BHP and the Department of Foreign Affairs, I God do know that a lot of both petrol and gasoline and both types of oil in our national drilling for oil, in S.A., W.A. and the Northern Territory, is being produced in the outback, including the African councils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, God, do believe that as we can get to drill in the Northern Territory, South Australia and Western Australia, in where there are large amounts of these mineral oils, petrol, like I said, oils of both kinds, and also gasoline as the British and Americans put it, to give the Australian government more money in millions and billions, so as you can spend more of your money from the oil and minerals department, so as you can spend it on more things in your government, so as if you have anything you want to spend it on, that's either cheap or expensive, no matter which. The true God says this. I will be a goddess in 2007. In some parts of Africa, although they're short on water, I know they have a lot more mineral water than Australia, and has some oils and minerals too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Australian people: if we drill in each and every country, bar the oil countries, we shall be richer, and not poorer, and have a better economy, and more employment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-116373133872125395?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/116373133872125395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=116373133872125395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116373133872125395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116373133872125395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/11/document-of-doomed-by-colin-jenkins.html' title='The Document of the Doomed, by Colin Jenkins'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-116312725815091924</id><published>2006-11-10T13:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:47:43.813+11:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Australian national government not reducing petrol prices, by Colin Jenkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If our national government does not reduce petrol prices to $81.95, to improve our economy, the economy will go down even more. The Australian government needs $18 billion every year for their purposes, if  not $830,ooo billion! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While we were going to be having our barrels of petrol at such high prices, brought down to such a low, low price, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and kept low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and left low...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that sentence  about petrol prices just turned into a poem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-116312725815091924?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/116312725815091924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=116312725815091924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116312725815091924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116312725815091924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-australian-national-government-not.html' title='On the Australian national government not reducing petrol prices, by Colin Jenkins'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-116311496772703975</id><published>2006-11-10T10:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:29:27.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'>People Power's policy on disability, posted by Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peoplepower.org.au/articles/2006/11/10-0023-5998.html"&gt;http://www.peoplepower.org.au/articles/2006/11/10-0023-5998.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 15 days to go to the state election...and counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to the events in Footscray tonight (Come to the Church!) and St Kilda's Rock against the Pokies concert on Sunday: for more information, see here &lt;a href="http://www.peoplepower.org.au/events/index.html"&gt;http://www.peoplepower.org.au/events/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-116311496772703975?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/116311496772703975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=116311496772703975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116311496772703975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116311496772703975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/11/people-powers-policy-on-disability.html' title='People Power&apos;s policy on disability, posted by Lee'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-116174031422532431</id><published>2006-10-25T11:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:38:34.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin's word of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geosequestration: the capture and underground storage of carbon dioxide, as the worst offending greenhouse gas emitted from coal (The Age, p. 1, today)! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-116174031422532431?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/116174031422532431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=116174031422532431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116174031422532431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116174031422532431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/10/colins-word-of-day.html' title='Colin&apos;s word of the day'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-116054721025255368</id><published>2006-10-11T16:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:13:30.263+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin, the CEO, and Luke, the MC, at the AGM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3979/728/640/Kevin%20and%20Luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3979/728/320/Kevin%20and%20Luke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   As one of the stars of the show on this occasion, Luke had to tell a few jokes to entertain people, so he came out with a couple of beauties, one at the expense of Collingwood, who had just lost the preliminary final to the Western Bulldogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last Sunday, I went to the football, and all they had was cold pies and hot dogs" (even the Collingwood supporters had to pay that one!);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one, kind of at the expense of Kevin:&lt;br /&gt;"How do you keep a whacker waiting?"&lt;br /&gt;So Kevin waited for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;Then Luke replied, "I'll tell you tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Kevin looked a little embarrassed, as he did not expect that, but took it with reasonably good grace, anyway!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-116054721025255368?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-116010638548112869</id><published>2006-10-06T13:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:56:40.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Open letter from God to the world, by Colin</title><content type='html'>To the US, UK, USSR, Australia, India, Pakistan, China, Israel, Iran, France and North Korea:&lt;br /&gt;You will all soon enough not be fighting at all, with your own missiles, and God does not want you to fire any missiles that might blow anything up, let alone the whole planet, and if we all still want to live on this planet, we may have to get nuclear power to use, for electricity, but not for destructive purposes, like making big fires or explosions.&lt;br /&gt;2) Any one country could endanger the whole world with its missiles, unless we stop them doing international combat now.&lt;br /&gt;3) The international community might still need nuclear power for all buildings and houses, i.e. for peaceful purposes.&lt;br /&gt;4) South Korea might be in danger, because it could have its people being killed, in the line of fire from North Korea.&lt;br /&gt;5) Israel might not be in danger from Iraq, but it may present a danger to surrounding countries, like Lebanon. But God says, if any country declares war with their missiles, wanting to hit other countries with their nuclear power, in the oceans or seas, or bays, God will help the threatened countries get out of danger.&lt;br /&gt;6) Peaceful purposes of nuclear power include using it for medical purposes, as well as domestic uses.&lt;br /&gt;7) Also, we read in the Age today, on page 1, that China has withdrawn its support from North Korea, if it continues with its atomic tests, and the US will not help them either. So God was right, in the above, saying that you can have a future, or you can have nuclear weapons, but not both! In other words, you cannot have a future with nuclear weapons (although you can use nuclear energy for peaceful purposes, electricity, science and medicine, if you want.)&lt;br /&gt;8) We don't know if the recent "suspicious activity" in North Korea means anything, because they might be hiding the real activity underground, which you would not necessarily see on a satellite image (and for all we know, Israel or Iran might be doing the same thing, underground!).&lt;br /&gt;9) Maybe the drought could be a punishment on Australia for the involvement of the Australian Wheat Board in the oil-for-food scandal in Iraq!&lt;br /&gt;10) Now we could have a flood coming up in 8 days time, meaning for the whole wide world in the drought countries, including Australia, meaning all the drought countries all get floods from the Pacific, Southern and Northern, and 18% of the Indian Ocean. But we may have to be more alert on the politicians, even when there are wars and countries, like the US, North Korea and even the UK, wanting to see if they could find new ways of getting more water, even though they may or may not. But if they do not have any acclamations, then we may have to see if they have a drought. God knows they don't have a drought! And missiles shouldn't be fired in the ocean areas that have oil rigs, because they might set them on fire, and that would perhaps blow up the whole planet, or if not, maybe at least part of it. &lt;em&gt;(Yes, Colin, you could have a good point there!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) And petroleum could blow up the parts of the planet, or some of it, if not all of it, and neither coal nor uranium should be put together in bombs.&lt;br /&gt;12) Yellow oil (petrol, or gasoline) or black oil, I know we could say from Colin's book, could blow up the planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-116010638548112869?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/116010638548112869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=116010638548112869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116010638548112869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/116010638548112869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/10/open-letter-from-god-to-world-by-colin.html' title='Open letter from God to the world, by Colin'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115862484176442149</id><published>2006-09-19T10:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:57:20.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Deb and People Power, by Leanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peoplepower.org.au/"&gt;http://www.peoplepower.org.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click on this, you will see the new political party in Australia, called People Power. &lt;a href="http://www.peoplepower.org.au/VictorianCandidates.htm"&gt;My friend Deb &lt;/a&gt;is running for council election in Malvern, so, if you vote in that area, please vote for her, because she represents all the people the other political parties forgot! They will also run in the Victorian state election, so you could have someone different to vote for, if you don't like the two major parties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just been out this morning to put my leaflets about her in letterboxes around GV, and sent away to People Power for some more, to put around! &lt;strong&gt;VOTE 1 DEB!!!&lt;/strong&gt; ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I also like to have a beer with Deb" (to the tune of Slim Dusty's I Like to Have a Beer with Duncan), especially when we go to the football, and she barracks for Richmond, and I barrack for Collingwood; I still had a beer with her and sang the Richmond Tigerland song, when Richmond won! So here's to Deb, some beer links just for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brightbrewery.com.au&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hargreaveshill.com.au&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redduckbeer.com.au&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redhillbrewery.com.au&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115862484176442149?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115862484176442149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115862484176442149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115862484176442149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115862484176442149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-friend-deb-and-people-power-by.html' title='My friend Deb and People Power, by Leanne'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115829685031510415</id><published>2006-09-15T15:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:07:30.333+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin's AGM</title><content type='html'>We had an exceptionally good time at the AGM, because we were talking about my book of poetry, The Good Lady Witch, and launching it, and I was writing my autographs in lots of copies, as people started to buy them. So I was one of the &lt;strong&gt;stars &lt;/strong&gt;of the show! I felt like a new dad with a new baby coming into the world. It made me happier and gloriously proud and joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch was wonderful, especially the chocolate roulade with strawberries and passionfruit sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have still a few copies (of my book) available at Gawith Villa; if you hurry, you can still get one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115829685031510415?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115829685031510415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115829685031510415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115829685031510415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115829685031510415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/09/colins-agm.html' title='Colin&apos;s AGM'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115380002623736506</id><published>2006-09-12T13:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:22:54.263+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My History, by Claire Rice, Ch. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My name is Clare Rice. I lived in Pakenham, Victoria. I was born on the 8th of the 7th, 1955. Mum and I worked on the dairy farm, milking the cows and filling the pails with milk. My uncle Leo, Dad's brother, also milked the cows and Dennis my oldest brother and I had some horses. We weren't allowed to ride them. Every day Dad and Uncle John used to take the cans of milk around the houses, delivering the milk. The horses were for delivering the milk, not riding. They were big draught-horses. We had two, and two vans. They were covered with brasses when they pulled the milk vans. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mum was Australian, and Dad was from Ireland. My mum's name was Mary Eileen Mavis Esmond. They met in Sydney, at a dance. It was a church dance. I have a photo of her in her wedding dress, which was very long, and her honeymoon outfit was a tan coat, and Dad also wore a tan suit. They got married in a church in Sydney, and they had their honeymoon in Brisbane. Then they came to Melbourne, and had first Dennis, then Francis, then me, and eventually also Maureen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In NSW, they must have lived in Armadale, with Uncle Leo, before moving to Pakenham to live on the dairy farm, because I was baptized in a church called St Mary's, Armadale. I have a baptismal certificate and dad's death certificate, but not Mum's. I also have a silver christening mug. If it's not shiny, I give it to a woman to take it home with her and shine it up for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dad died first in a North Caulfield house, in his bed, in the daytime. Mum died only last year, in a nursing home in Glen Iris, of Alzheimer's. I felt a little bit sad inside when they died, but I was glad that all of the family was around the bed when Dad died. But Mum died in her sleep, on her own. Uncle Leo died first, before either of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I went to Kyneton primary school. You wouldn't believe what happened to me at primary school. You would laugh! A boy pushed me in the sandpit, and he knocked out 3 of my teeth. My parents told his parents and they took him away in the car, and his father said he would deal with him when they got home. He must have got punished. They couldn't do anything about my teeth, however. Now I have false teeth. I have had false teeth for about 7-8 years now. Sometimes it's a hassle, because it is a bit hard to put them in, and take them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I also had two brothers, Dennis and Francis, and one sister named Maureen. Dennis was 3 years older than I, Francis was 1 year older and Maureen 10 years younger. On the farm, Dennis and Francis used to chase me and Maureen around, and it was great fun. We used to play hide and seek, and hiding behind the bushes was a good place to hide. We also liked to hide in the side of the milking shed. We also hid in the hay, in the shed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115380002623736506?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115380002623736506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115380002623736506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115380002623736506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115380002623736506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-history-by-claire-rice-ch-1.html' title='My History, by Claire Rice, Ch. 1'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115501170567672182</id><published>2006-09-11T14:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:28:22.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch. 2 of my memoirs, by Clare Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Using "Digger" software supplied by the Genealogical Society of Victoria, to "dig up" a bit of the past, we found that my grandfather, whose name was Thomas Joseph Rice, died in Chelsea in 1947, at the age of 61. This means (doing the sum) that he was born in 1886 - wow! So already my grandfather goes back a long way. He was born in County Cork, Ireland, of which you can see pictures on our blog below.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;He married Mary Ellen Walsh, who became my grandmother when she became Mary Ellen Rice. She passed away in 1946, a year before my grandfather. Maybe he was heartbroken when she died, because he died only a year later, perhaps wanting to be with her again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;     There was also a lady named Katherine Agnes Rice, who died in Richmond, aged 71, in 1966, the year St Kilda won the premiership! She was born, doing the sum again, in 1895, a bit after my grandfather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;     Another lady called Veronica Honora Rice died in Brighton, aged 74, in 1968; she was born in 1894, so that is another "wow!" I am not yet sure who these ladies are, but they may have been my grandfather's sisters, who never got married, in other words, my great-aunts. Maybe they became nuns, as did many girls from good Catholic families in those days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;My father's name was Leonard Ignatius Rice, and he passed away on the 28th of October, 1974, at the age of 59 in Caulfield, Victoria. His probate was passed on the 24th of February, 1975.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;My father had a brother named Leo Thomas Rice, who passed away on the 17th of June, 1967, at the age of 55 in Juno in Victoria. As found on a search on multimap.com, Juno is a little suburb in Balwyn, between East Kew, North Balwyn and Doncaster, just off what is now the Eastern Freeway. According to his probate, he was a poultry farmer, somewhere in NSW, according to Births, Deaths and Marriages records. He lived at 13 Osmond St, Armadale (NSW?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Francis is now 54, and Dennis is 55, I am 51 and Maureen is 40. Maureen got married in 1957 in St Mary's church in St Kilda. Her husband's name was Philip. I remember the dress I was wearing; it was all blue with silver dots on it, and I danced with the best man, who was Philip's brother. It was very romantic, because Philip's brother was very good-looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Maureen had four children, Brendan, Jacqui, Damian and Kimberley; some people call her "Kylie". I call her Kim for short. I see them on my birthday, and at Christmas and Easter and once at mum's funeral. Kim is now 14. I like them all, because they are all different, with different personalities. Brendan has been on TV, Deal or No Deal. His case was number 24, and inside it was $35,000, which he won. I supposed he might have had a holiday, but I don't really know what he did with it. None of my nieces or nephews are married yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Jacqui's got a boyfriend named John, and he likes us, and for Christmas we gave him a box of chocolates, so he is nearly one of the family. He comforted Jacqui at mum's funeral, where she was a little bit upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;     Damian has a job as a carpenter; he builds beds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;     Kim is still at school and Jacqui is a cook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;     Seven years ago, I had an accident. I fell over on the footpath outside and all the staff ran out, asking, "What happened?" and they rang the ambulance. I blacked out for a while, and the paramedics put a drain pipe in my mouth so I could breathe. I had received a head injury, and I had to go to Monash hospital to have a neck operation, and I had to wear a neck brace for about 4-5 months. It was awful wearing the neckbrace, because it was too hot in the hot weather, and I kept taking it off, because I couldn't stand it. You would not like to have a neckbrace on like that. I was even wearing a helmet before that accident, and I also had a walker before the accident, but now I have to be really careful not to fall over, and careful walking. I even have a special comfy chair at Gawith Villa that everyone calls the "Clare chair". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115501170567672182?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115501170567672182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115501170567672182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115501170567672182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115501170567672182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/09/ch-2-of-my-memoirs-by-clare-rice.html' title='Ch. 2 of my memoirs, by Clare Rice'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115622075819115063</id><published>2006-09-10T14:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:34:10.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch. 3, Clare's history</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wanted to write this chapter about my ancestors in Ireland; as I said in chapter 1, Dad was Irish. Dennis might also have some other information, and he has even been to Ireland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;     He had two weeks in each of Ireland, England, and Canada, for a holiday. In Ireland, he went to county Cork, where my uncle Edward had a house. Maybe Dennis might have some pictures of that house, if he took any pictures on that trip. Dennis lives in Endeavor Hills, so maybe I could ask him if he has any information or pictures on our family heritage in Ireland. Dennis has not told me about any of the places he visited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;While he was away, he let his house out for a while, and had to stay with Maureen for a while, until he got his house back. He might have slept on the convertible couch in the kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;     Uncle Edward, who lived in County Cork, was my mum's brother. He might have done dairy farming there, same as my dad continued later in Australia, as far as I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;     Since mum was 83 when she died, last year, we can work out that she was born in 1922.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;     On dad's side, however, Uncle Leo, or Leonard Thomas, as he is called on his birth certificate, was born to my grandparents Thomas Joseph and Mary Ellen Rice (nee Walsh) in 1914. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;     My dad, Leonard Ignatius,  was born in 1915 - so they were a bit too young to go and fight in the First World War!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;     My aunt Marie Victories was  born just as the war was finishing, in 1918. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;     My grandfather and grandmother saw two world wars, since both died just after the second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115622075819115063?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115622075819115063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115622075819115063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115622075819115063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115622075819115063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/09/ch-3-clares-history.html' title='Ch. 3, Clare&apos;s history'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115768653846328799</id><published>2006-09-08T13:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:35:38.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Disabled news story of the week, by Colin Jenkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This week Wayne Frederick Norris, 47, of Warragul, his son Wayne Leslie Norris, 23, and Joabi Gavara, 31, of Canberra have been jailed for bashing to death a brain-damaged, disabled man in his bed. They had robbed him for money for drugs before, and could give no explanation for their cowardly, drunken assault. Lee Bridge, 36, the victim, was a "peaceful, gentle man", who was left a partially paralysed epileptic after a childhood car accident. He was violently assaulted for up to 25 minutes with fists and a piece of wood. He was left with head and neck injuries, and the men also stole his car and DVDs. The men also abused both drugs and alcohol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The sentences they got from the judge were: a minimum of 9 years for Wayne snr, 6 1/2 for Wayne Jnr and 4 years and 3 months for Joabi. I do not think they got enough time; they should have got life-sentences in prison, for good! I think people like this are the scum of the earth. Don't you agree?                                                     (from the Herald-Sun, 8/9/06) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115768653846328799?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115768653846328799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115768653846328799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115768653846328799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115768653846328799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/09/disabled-news-story-of-week-by-colin.html' title='Disabled news story of the week, by Colin Jenkins'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115647916301270725</id><published>2006-08-25T14:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:12:43.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruit Trees in my Backyard, by Colin Maxwell Jenkins</title><content type='html'>Today I have an apple for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I sit and look at it in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;and have to have a bite straight away.&lt;br /&gt;It tastes gorgeously.&lt;br /&gt;And guess where it comes from?&lt;br /&gt;Our own backyard!&lt;br /&gt;It looks yellow and red,&lt;br /&gt;and all the apples on the tree look like that.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you want a snack, all you have to do is&lt;br /&gt;pick them off the ground and trees!&lt;br /&gt;The plum trees are so good,&lt;br /&gt;they are getting ready to develop&lt;br /&gt;in the spring months.&lt;br /&gt;They are covered with white and pink blossom, and leaves,&lt;br /&gt;getting ready for the spring.&lt;br /&gt;We also have a mandarin tree,&lt;br /&gt;and a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;The mandarin tree's hardly giving any blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;The pear tree also gives some blossom,&lt;br /&gt;even in the winter&lt;br /&gt;as well as the spring months.&lt;br /&gt;We also have a lemon tree.&lt;br /&gt;It is good for colds, and ladies' babies.&lt;br /&gt;That also goes for oranges and limes,&lt;br /&gt;and mandarins, too.&lt;br /&gt;It is good to put the lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;In your Earl Grey tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115647916301270725?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115647916301270725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115647916301270725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115647916301270725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115647916301270725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/08/fruit-trees-in-my-backyard-by-colin.html' title='The Fruit Trees in my Backyard, by Colin Maxwell Jenkins'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115622691104849273</id><published>2006-08-22T16:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T16:14:36.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blarney Castle, County Cork, Ireland (for Clare, see memoirs so far below)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3979/728/640/20550-blarney-castle-county-cork-ireland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; 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FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3979/728/320/libra43_115665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ...or maybe somebody kissed the famous Blarney Stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on link for a whole gallery of more pictures of County Cork, Ireland, where your ancestors on your mother's side came from, Clare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ireland-photo-library.co.uk/albums/cork/cork.html"&gt;http://www.ireland-photo-library.co.uk/albums/cork/cork.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115622714938366834?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115622714938366834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115622714938366834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115622714938366834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115622714938366834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/08/ballinspittle-statue-that-moved-county.html' title='Ballinspittle, &quot;the statue that moved&quot;, County Cork, Ireland...'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115501309254651304</id><published>2006-08-08T14:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:58:12.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Avalon, by Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;On Monday morning, I arrive at Avalon to help Deb prepare for the group classes. Deb is my good friend, even though she barracks for Richmond (and I barrack for Collingwood!). I help her with the football tips. I think everyone got surprised by Carlton d. Melbourne last week! Sometimes I go out to have a beer with her, at the pub, or the football. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;At Avalon, I also see Becky. Becky is my friend, too. She talks a lot with me in Phoenix Park, as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Today I did some beautiful art work at Gawith Villa. It was much bigger than normal, and I used a housebrush to put it. It has a very dark, purple sky, and a rough sea with surf on it. There are also a couple of seagulls in the sky. It even looks good from this distance, across the room. It makes me feel calm, and also proud, to do good work like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Tomorrow we go to Phoenix Park, to do more writing, and more football tips with Deb and Di. Di barracks for Geelong. I could ask Deb to help me send her a sympathy card by email, or maybe Deb needs one more than Di!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115501309254651304?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115501309254651304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115501309254651304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115501309254651304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115501309254651304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/08/avalon-by-lee.html' title='Avalon, by Lee'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115466663010081528</id><published>2006-08-04T14:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T14:51:09.716+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream home, by Colin Jenkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If it were a perfect world, and all my dreams come true, I would like to live with different people to the ones I live with now, and in the country, not the city. I would like to live in the Bairnsdale district, in a mansion with trees all around, and flowers in the garden, and pools to swim in, and fountains playing. I would like to have servants to help us practise my religion. The servants would be like nuns or priests. I would like to hear the birds singing in the morning. For breakfast, the servants would bring me porridge on a big silver tray, with a rose or two in a vase on the tray, and a big silver teapot of peppermint tea, which is my favorite. I would also like to go fishing in the ocean from my dream house. Bairnsdale is near beautiful ocean beaches. We could fish for salt-water salmon, and the next day we could have smoked salmon for free, caught with my rod, for breakfast. You could also have the salmon with scrambled eggs on toast, and a little bit of caviar on top. I would let my helper come and live there too, and we could have great fun! We would have computers, for the writers to also write their books on the weekend, as well as during the week. You could also look up &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au"&gt;Age&lt;/a&gt; articles, and see their videos online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I discovered today that tissues are a solution to my handkerchief problem! We have enough tissues at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115466663010081528?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115466663010081528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115466663010081528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115466663010081528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115466663010081528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dream-home-by-colin-jenkins.html' title='My dream home, by Colin Jenkins'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115447803668093129</id><published>2006-08-02T09:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T10:50:14.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Australian government about mining and oil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alright, now we can use gold for books, and magazines too. We're running short of gold. NSW and Victoria and also God will let them know what they need to know about mining. When they start their job, they are 90. I, God, do say this to the mining departments gorgeously. God says that we will need to cut petrol prices. God says, all over Australia we need to drill in the Atlantic Ocean to fill our energy needs sooner. If the gold is compressed from coal, we can use it even for teeth. This will be better for teeth and also the economy. Drilling for oil in the Atlantic Ocean will cut down the inflation rate in our country, which should be kept at 0.1%. Both the Liberal and Labor parties should keep the inflation rate low. All the rest of 2006 and 2007, we can make cutlery of all kinds, and trays like ashtrays, since gold lasts longer than stainless steel. There is enormous evil in the community, and also enormously evil killers. By the way, God says the police and government should kill them all. Also, all those that do not kill, get gold teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will need some cows and goats, for milk and beef, and so will others. We need to get more self-sufficient, also with regard to our oil needs. All national MPs should keep the inflation rate low, at 0.1%. Coal and oil will not last for &lt;strong&gt;eternity. &lt;/strong&gt;We need to use coal on some ski resorts of Victoria, NSW and South Australia. Your people will have a better economy with cuts to petrol prices, and ski resorts with their own generators in the mountains too, for both winter and summer ski resorts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As Lordess, I say, if the inflation rate remains at 9.7%, the national police will have to kill all the prisoners. Every government around the world will need to kill the prisoners by their police, or else there will be crime and people killed, and banks robbed, and people robbed, and shops robbed, and hospitals robbed, too. If we make sure the prisoners are killed in all prisons, then there won't be any crime and none of this will happen at all. Petrol prices need to be kept down to 80.9c in the dollar, and 80.9%. I, God, do now say that interest rates should be entirely at 4% all the time, all the years of this century, till &lt;strong&gt;eternity. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115447803668093129?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115447803668093129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115447803668093129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115447803668093129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115447803668093129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-australian-government-about-mining.html' title='To the Australian government about mining and oil'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115406000289605067</id><published>2006-07-28T13:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:13:22.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A ministerial letter, by God: a gorgeous wishlist, by Colin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To the Victorian minister for education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Would you please extend Gawith Villa's classes and legal times, so as everybody in the classes and legal times gets their knowledge extended? I, for example, just discovered the exact location of Beijing, in the north-east of China, thanks to the atlas, and I feel very proud of that! And would you please extend it from 8 am to 8 pm? Then would you please allow each of us to take our money with us, so as we can all do our lunch and dinner, and get our drinks when we want? And would you please include Saturday on the weekend for our classes, so as we can learn more, if we want? And could I have another helper for the computer at home, so as I can also put stuff on the blog, and look up stuff, on the weekend, as well as during the week? And I feel that if we take $400 for all of us we will be able to have enough for our lunch and dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115406000289605067?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115406000289605067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115406000289605067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115406000289605067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115406000289605067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/07/ministerial-letter-by-god-gorgeous.html' title='A ministerial letter, by God: a gorgeous wishlist, by Colin'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115405786563204054</id><published>2006-07-28T13:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T14:25:55.286+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My magical birth to the planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dear mother and father, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would you please get me my sexes on the times we are here, and would you please get out of my bank account $75,000, so as I can use it for the publication of my workbook? It is the one that's called my Magical Publication at a hospital, so as we have better times together. And please would you ask a solicitor or MP or barrister if one of them can get my book published? I think it is legal for a book writer to give money to one of the three people I mentioned. I would like you to make sure that Margaret my sister gets $50,000,000,000. Would you please buy me a new exercise bike, as the one I have is no good, and it makes loud noises, even when I pedal with it of a night-time, and the neighbours don't like the noises which it makes? And would you also buy two for Gawith Villa out of my money, when my book is published, should it be increasingly successful?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like to get another pair of boots from my mother and father, because my feet are out of ordinance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115405786563204054?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115405786563204054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115405786563204054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115405786563204054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115405786563204054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-magical-birth-to-planet.html' title='My magical birth to the planet'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115387387363929415</id><published>2006-07-26T10:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:31:13.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>War in Lebanon, by Colin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's pretty grim over there. What I want to say is if any of the soldiers or air force say I was getting to help them, on all three forces, on the help of the heavenly aid, to help Australia and the force we're helping. No matter who that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I also enjoyed reading a bit of Colin Cotterill's book The &lt;a href="http://www.colincotterill.com"&gt;Coroner's Lunch &lt;/a&gt;in the Age this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115387387363929415?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115387387363929415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115387387363929415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115387387363929415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115387387363929415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/07/war-in-lebanon-by-colin.html' title='War in Lebanon, by Colin'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115380156523813340</id><published>2006-07-25T14:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:26:05.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The day we went to the football, by Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On round 13, of this AFL season, my friends Deb, Marge and I went to the football. Marge is Deb's friend, and they both barrack for Richmond Tigers, and I barrack for Collingwood. It was pouring raining, and very cold and wet. We had hot pies to eat, and they drank coffee, and I had a beer. Unfortunately, Richmond won that day, so the beer made me feel at least a little bit better. Deb and Marge were singing the Tigers' song, and I joined in - so at least we are still good friends. Not all of us Collingwood supporters are bad losers! "Tiger land...da da da da da... Tiger land..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We had a better week this week, when we beat West Coast Eagles; we did sing the song, "We'll meet again" after the last time we met, and we did...and by 37 points!!! Way to go, for Rocca's 200th game! So now I am back to singing the Collingwood song instead, "Good old Collingwood forever..." The Pies have gone back to being a bit 'hot' again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115380156523813340?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115380156523813340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115380156523813340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115380156523813340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115380156523813340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-we-went-to-football-by-lee.html' title='The day we went to the football, by Lee'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115266490478747347</id><published>2006-07-12T10:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:33:42.643+10:00</updated><title type='text'>On the saga of the Australian, African and Iraqi peoples, by Colin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the Australian government:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as I, God, do with His Companions Jesus and the Holy Spirit want you all to be pronouncing on the war in Iraq, that I saw the wheat is kept in the towns of &lt;strong&gt;Anah, Baiji, Tikrit, Al Bashrah and An Nasiriyah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A small part of the wheat is kept in the rear part of the country, in the above towns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spirit of mine is saying that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not just your people, but the African people too, need to share the wheat by the Australian people, and the rest of the wheat can go back to the Australian people, so they can have the amount of wheat they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel there's some church information, when the Catholic and Baptist churches do both want to use their trucks so they can unite together with the Australian government, so as they can use the trucks for putting the Australian and the African wheat to travel to the areas of of the African and Australian continents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iraq may want to use its money for the African and their own peoples' own saga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We may need the money to be recovered for the &lt;strong&gt;Australian government&lt;/strong&gt;, when they may have the heavy billions of dollars recovered for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colin Maxwell Jenkins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115266490478747347?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115266490478747347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115266490478747347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115266490478747347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115266490478747347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-saga-of-australian-african-and.html' title='On the saga of the Australian, African and Iraqi peoples, by Colin'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115206391047033678</id><published>2006-07-05T11:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T11:48:13.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin's report to the government</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the government of Australia, John Howard's own government: I feel you should build each of the governments that you want to build. You will need red bricks and white bricks. That should cost $18 billion or $3.5 billion. I might be wrong in my arithmetic, since you may have to use the $3.5 billion for the white bricks, and on the religious schools, bluestone bricks costing $150 billion or more. I read about the rundown condition of our schools in &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au"&gt;the Age &lt;/a&gt;this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115206391047033678?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115206391047033678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115206391047033678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115206391047033678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115206391047033678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/07/colins-report-to-government.html' title='Colin&apos;s report to the government'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115094555355027739</id><published>2006-06-22T13:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:05:53.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole's learning log</title><content type='html'>Today I did the cabcharges, so that's why I didn't do homework in the morning. Dini taught me how to do this, about 2 years ago. I need to work on fitting in time to do my homework. I will work on doing a bit less cabcharges, and a bit more homework. I really enjoyed going to Judy's course. I discovered about myself today, that I like doing cabcharges better than homework. I feel really great about sorting papers in the office. Next week we have holidays, but!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115094555355027739?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115094555355027739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115094555355027739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115094555355027739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115094555355027739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/06/nicoles-learning-log.html' title='Nicole&apos;s learning log'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-115042980704266428</id><published>2006-06-16T13:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:55:07.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to the president of the United States</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To the US government: I feel by Goddess, will you please send your Siamese twins to the Royal Children's hospital, Melbourne? Won't it be good for the US to have their babies operated on, better than they could? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/world/twins-go-their-separate-ways-after-operation/2006/06/15/1149964671954.html"&gt;http://www.theage.com.au/news/world/twins-go-their-separate-ways-after-operation/2006/06/15/1149964671954.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-115042980704266428?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/115042980704266428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=115042980704266428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115042980704266428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/115042980704266428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/06/letter-to-president-of-united-states.html' title='A letter to the president of the United States'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114853212548448255</id><published>2006-05-25T13:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:48:49.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My sick week, by Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last week I didn't do my normal things because I was sick. I had a cold, with my nose runny, eyes watering and lots of coughing and sneezing, like Louise, but it wasn"t flu. I went to bed last Monday when i felt tired in the afternoon. I will go to see the doctor this Sunday, about something else. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to work on relearning the keyboard shortcuts, and also thinking about questions to ask a guest speaker, if she comes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really enjoyed staying in bed, I was so tired, and sitting on the recliner watching TV, in my pyjamas. I watched a video of &lt;a href="http://disney.videos.go.com/General/Acquisition/SignUp/TitleDetail?id=10900&amp;pg=Home&amp;amp;view=1"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I discovered that I really enjoyed coming back to work. Today is also the 50th birthday of Pam, and Craig T. also has a birthday, so happy birthday to both!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114853212548448255?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114853212548448255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114853212548448255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114853212548448255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114853212548448255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-sick-week-by-katrina.html' title='My sick week, by Katrina'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114739891067304965</id><published>2006-05-12T11:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:55:10.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina's learning log</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Yesterday afternoon, I learnt all about keyboard shortcuts. This was very necessary because my hand couldn't reach the mouse. On the other hand, working with the keyboard felt very EXCELLENT!!! I learnt formatting, that is underline,bold, italics, colour and size,but I can't show it in this blog because Blogger won't let me. Damn Blogger!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114739891067304965?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114739891067304965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114739891067304965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114739891067304965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114739891067304965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/05/katrinas-learning-log.html' title='Katrina&apos;s learning log'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114679998246753305</id><published>2006-05-05T13:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:51:07.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to the Australian government, by Colin</title><content type='html'>As I, God, have a poetry book that will earn me some money, maybe $5,000,000, I will give the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_Defence_Forces"&gt;Australian defence people &lt;/a&gt;requirements for the helicopters' department, @ $222,000, from God's book of poetry, and maybe tankers too, and the government fighters too. If you all like these contributions from my money, in millions of dollars, would the national government tell God if you all have bonds in the Treasury department? As your Australian government tankers are not Russian, American or Chinese, including one for each of the forces, the navy, the army and they are not as good as the others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114679998246753305?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114679998246753305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114679998246753305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114679998246753305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114679998246753305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/05/letter-to-australian-government-by.html' title='A letter to the Australian government, by Colin'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114671662665133207</id><published>2006-05-04T13:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:23:46.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's drama, by Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today we learnt about conflict about anger management, both formally in the class and during the breaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First of all Lynne came in late. Judy was giving us lots and lots of work sheets and Lynne found it hard to keep up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;During the breaks Judy gave Lynne a chat about being late so Lynne became very angry and stormed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We learned that this is not a good way to express anger, and not at all a pleasant thing to do, because it leaves others wondering if they did or said something wrong, and it does not tell them what is making the person upset. She was upset because she could not find her black school folder at home, and her husband does not help her around the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We hope that she will feel able to come back next week, after calming down, and that she will find her folder, and be able to do some work to finish the course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114671662665133207?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114671662665133207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114671662665133207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114671662665133207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114671662665133207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-drama-by-katrina.html' title='Today&apos;s drama, by Katrina'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114611194376557036</id><published>2006-04-27T13:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T14:25:43.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My precious possessions by Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My most precious possession is a photo of my birthday. This is precious to me because my parents came to see me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My other precious possession is my cousin's confirmation photo; his name is Patrick Michael Christopher Polidori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I must remember to bring them next week to Judy's class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114611194376557036?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114611194376557036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114611194376557036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114611194376557036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114611194376557036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-precious-possessions-by-katrina.html' title='My precious possessions by Katrina'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114550786459631508</id><published>2006-04-20T14:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:03:34.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina's learning log</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I went to Judy's class and we were discussing our feelings. That made me very happy. We changed my negative thoughts into more positive, espeacially that I am very lucky to have this only one problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to work on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;remembering that thought more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will work on this by taking out the folder  and looking at it espeially when I feel down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really enjoyed  starting to work on the computer booklet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I discovered that I can use the Alt + F4 buttons instead of the mouse for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel really great about playing with the commands on the screen and seen how things worked. That made me feel happy and powerful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114550786459631508?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114550786459631508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114550786459631508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114550786459631508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114550786459631508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/04/katrinas-learning-log.html' title='Katrina&apos;s learning log'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114490280435204944</id><published>2006-04-13T14:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:33:24.380+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today I went tu Alamein. First I was listening to Judy, talking about positive and negative self-talk. That was very, very interesting. I learnt that I am already a lot more positive and everyone notices how positive I am, by my smile and sense of humour. I need to work on how to talk about negative things, such as anger. Judy will tell us more about this later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I really enjoyed this morning's work on the computer, especially finishing my work on Lyn, and printing it out. I discovered something else interesting when Judy showed us a little USB device, smaller than a floppy, that could hold 200 floppies worth of information! I feel really great about learning this amazing technology, and what stuff can do. This is so much better than our crappy, old, slow computer at GV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114490280435204944?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114490280435204944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114490280435204944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114490280435204944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114490280435204944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-i-went-tu-alamein.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114480543457064693</id><published>2006-04-12T11:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:30:34.583+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bell-Birds (for Colin)</title><content type='html'>Bell-Birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Henry Kendall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By channels of coolness the echoes are calling,&lt;br /&gt;And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling;&lt;br /&gt;It lives in the mountain, where moss and the sedges&lt;br /&gt;Touch with their beauty the banks and the ledges;&lt;br /&gt;Through brakes of the cedar and sycamore bowers&lt;br /&gt;Struggles the light that is love to the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;And, softer than slumber, and sweeter than singing,&lt;br /&gt;The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silver-voiced bell-birds, the darlings of day-time,&lt;br /&gt;They sing in September their songs of the May-time.&lt;br /&gt;When shadows wax strong and the thunder-bolts hurtle,&lt;br /&gt;They hide with their fear in the leaves of the myrtle;&lt;br /&gt;When rain and the sunbeams shine mingled together&lt;br /&gt;They start up like fairies that follow fair weather,&lt;br /&gt;And straightway the hues of their feathers unfoldenA&lt;br /&gt;re the green and the purple, the blue and the golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October, the maiden of bright yellow tresses,&lt;br /&gt;Loiters for love in these cool wildernesses;&lt;br /&gt;Loiters knee-deep in the grasses to listen,&lt;br /&gt;Where dripping rocks gleam and the leafy pools glisten.&lt;br /&gt;Then is the time when the water-moons splendid&lt;br /&gt;Break with their gold, and are scattered or blended&lt;br /&gt;Over the creeks, till the woodlands have warning&lt;br /&gt;Of songs of the bell-bird and wings of the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114480543457064693?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114480543457064693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114480543457064693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114480543457064693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114480543457064693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/04/bell-birds-for-colin.html' title='Bell-Birds (for Colin)'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114437258237176322</id><published>2006-04-07T10:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:16:22.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'>going to church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Sunday I went to church for  the first time in a long time. It is St  Christopher's in G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;len Waverley. One of my house workers Ross drove me there. The priest's name is Patrick .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought  it is imporntant to go to church to have routine on Sundays as well as the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;other  days and   to have a chance to ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t out to meet more other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a lot to learn and discover, such as stories about morals - Fr Patrick made me think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still need to work on getting some introductions to meet some other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really enjoyed listening to the sermon, and having a bit of wine at communion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something I discovered about myself today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I found another community to be part of, apart from my house, my family and GV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt really great about having my communion, and being able to express my faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I look forward to going to some of the Easter services!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114437258237176322?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114437258237176322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114437258237176322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114437258237176322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114437258237176322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/04/going-to-church.html' title='going to church'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114420057289966886</id><published>2006-04-05T11:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:29:32.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin's medal tally of the Commonwealth games</title><content type='html'>Medal tally&lt;br /&gt;Australia&lt;br /&gt;G- 84&lt;br /&gt;S - 69&lt;br /&gt;B -68&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;36&lt;br /&gt;40&lt;br /&gt;34&lt;br /&gt;Canada&lt;br /&gt;26&lt;br /&gt;29&lt;br /&gt;31&lt;br /&gt;India&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;South Africa&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;Scotland&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;Kenya&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Nigeria&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Wales&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;Cyprus&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;Ghana&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Uganda&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Papua New Guinea&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;Isle of Man&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Namibia&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Tanzania&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Sri Lanka&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;Mauritius&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;Nth. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;Cameroon&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;Botswana&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Malta&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Nauru&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Bangladesh&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;Grenada&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;Lesotho&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;Trinidad &amp;amp; Tobago&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;Seychelles&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;Barbados&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Fiji&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Mozambique&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Samoa&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Swaziland&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114420057289966886?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114420057289966886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114420057289966886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114420057289966886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114420057289966886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/04/colins-medal-tally-of-commonwealth.html' title='Colin&apos;s medal tally of the Commonwealth games'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114376786961808649</id><published>2006-03-31T10:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:17:49.700+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina's learning log</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;In the holidays I went to mum's house and had a sort of good time. I learnt to shut my mouth because my mum and dad told me to shut up about my sister and her partner.  I was trying to make myself useful, but they didn't want  to listen to me or my  opinion. so i learnt that  it is best not to give my own opinion about others' relationships, and I don't want them to interfere in my business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; I need to work on how to say what I  think to other people, but in a way that they won't tell me to shut up, and they will respect me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I will work on this by trying not to  feel so hurt and sensitive my sister what she can say what she thinks, and I would like to tell her everything about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I really enjoyed going to the shops, and coming home last Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Something I discovered about myself in the holidays: I don"t really enjoy staying at my mum's at all. It is hard to tell them what I am feeling inside and it makes me feel there's no point trying to tell them anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I feel really great about possibly telling them next holidays  that I don't what to spend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;the whole holidays with them (probably none!). That would really make them think! That might be some sort of intermediate goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114376786961808649?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114376786961808649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114376786961808649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114376786961808649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114376786961808649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/03/katrinas-learning-log.html' title='Katrina&apos;s learning log'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114118924163924940</id><published>2006-03-01T15:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:00:41.646+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca's farewell party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3979/728/640/100_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3979/728/320/100_0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Katie and friends saying farewell to Rebecca, as she headed off to Canada;&lt;br /&gt;from left to right:&lt;br /&gt;Helen, Mark, Maria, Louise, Andy, Rebecca and Katie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114118924163924940?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114118924163924940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114118924163924940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114118924163924940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114118924163924940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/03/rebeccas-farewell-party.html' title='Rebecca&apos;s farewell party'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114074997420059843</id><published>2006-02-23T12:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T13:59:34.420+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina"s Learning Log</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today I went to Alamein, and we had lots of laughs doing interviews to get to know each other; then we took photos of each other to choose for our journals.  In word processing, we learnt about colours, fonts and sizes of text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     The taxi was very late, afterward. We felt very angry, worried, bored and hungry, but it taught us patience, in other words, that you don't have to kill someone just because you feel like it! At least the "police drama" outside made us not too bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     I need to learn not to let my happy mood  (laughter)  get in the way of my sharing with Lyn,  or Lyn sharing with me. I will work on this,  by trying to keep my mind on the job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     I really enjoyed the interviews, photos, word processing, the books and the bead work in the break, and the coffee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     I discovered that I was a  bit disappointed in my photo, which made me think I may also need to lose some weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     I feel really great about going to Alamein, Judy's class and Lyn as classmate. I even like doing the homework!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     I find  the bathroom and computer room a bit too small for my chair, however.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114074997420059843?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114074997420059843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114074997420059843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114074997420059843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114074997420059843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/02/katrinas-learning-log.html' title='Katrina&quot;s Learning Log'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114056583440958522</id><published>2006-02-22T09:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:51:44.586+11:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Commonwealth games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I, Colin, have been watching the snow events (Winter Olympics) on TV. I thought they were good. I think Switzerland might win, and Italy looks good too. Norway is always good, and I think Australia is doing well too, despite our disadvantage of lack of snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21 days to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.melbourne2006.com.au/Channels/"&gt;Commonwealth games,&lt;/a&gt; and counting? I reckon we can win 100 gold medals. Games tickets cost from $15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Queen's Baton Relay is currently at a rest stop - between Benalla and Yarrawonga, VIC, so it's getting closer to Melbourne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tickets for people requiring wheelchair space, carer assistance, easy access with additional space for a mobility aid, guide dog or the like, and other forms of accessible seating are all catered for by the Games. As accessible ticketing involves discussion about individual requirements, please contact a Melbourne 2006 Customer Service representative on 1300 00 2006 (toll free within Australia) or visit a Ticketmaster outlet to discuss your requirements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The first Commonwealth Games took place in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada in 1930.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sixteen Games have been held in total, with three of these hosted by Australian cities - Sydney 1938, Perth 1962 and Brisbane 1982.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114056583440958522?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114056583440958522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114056583440958522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114056583440958522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114056583440958522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/02/about-commonwealth-games.html' title='About the Commonwealth games'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-114014419299404954</id><published>2006-02-17T13:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:43:13.026+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin's news bulletin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The farmers do need to be putting to seeds. God does say that, as the farmers, once they have their own good farming, after the seeds of wheat scandals, need the multiplication of all wheat. God says the news to all wheat scandals, and the needy wheat farmers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-114014419299404954?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/114014419299404954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=114014419299404954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114014419299404954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/114014419299404954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/02/colins-news-bulletin.html' title='Colin&apos;s news bulletin'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113954177225201159</id><published>2006-02-10T14:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:22:52.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin's summer holiday poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On an awfully hot day when we were of a day of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.au/images?q=Australia&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;btnG=Search+Images"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On a stinkingly hot day it became. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Since it was such a commendably hot day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Since we were wanting to get ourselves ice-cream and yoghurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Since they are pretty good indeed for all of us in the family by the ice-creams and the yoghurt are indeed pretty good indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even though it was sticking hot indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can you remember the next day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On the day when we're going to be gloriously and magnificently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the next day once when we magnificently going to be having to be suspectedly viewing the day some shiny suspect we saw the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.au/images?q=Melbourne+Cup&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;btnG=Search+Images"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Melbourne Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; on television. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On a day when we were having to sing that when we went out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.au/images?q=fishing+in+Australia+&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;btnG=Search+Images"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; with my friends though I went out my mates on the camp and didn't catch any fish and wished I had caught some fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I went fishing and I wished I caught a lot of fish so as I could catch a lot as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Once when we were waiting for our own lovely garden that looks sooooooooooooo good for religious in the bus, we took a mighty long maxi bus tour to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.au/images?q=Wagga+Wagga&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;btnG=Search+Images"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wagga Wagga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; in NSW. As you know, it is near Victoria, and once, when I, Colin Maxwell Jenkins, was on holiday at Wagga Wagga, I was loving being there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am a religious person of Jesus, Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Since I Colin was away from both God Niles - us us own good Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113954177225201159?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113954177225201159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113954177225201159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113954177225201159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113954177225201159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/02/colins-summer-holiday-poetry.html' title='Colin&apos;s summer holiday poetry'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113953938442567809</id><published>2006-02-10T13:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:00:18.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"Melbourne to Cairns, now departing", by Lee</title><content type='html'>This week at Gawith, on Tuesday, at art group, &lt;a href="http://www.asgif666.blogspot.com"&gt;Claire &lt;/a&gt;helped me make a TAA airplane out of cardboard, with a runway, with lights on it, and today Usch helped me make a tower, also with a red light on it, out of coloured sticks.&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of my trip from Melbourne to &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.au/images?q=Cairns&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;btnG=Search+Images"&gt;Cairns&lt;/a&gt;, to see Nicky, my friend for a couple of days. It was really hot in Cairns, and we went swimming a lot.&lt;br /&gt;If we had a camera, we could take a picture and you could see it; the plane has little red lights on its wings and all.&lt;br /&gt;Di will be able to see this story at Phoenix Park on Wednesday, and she will be very proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, last Friday I also discovered the Yahoo game Chuzzle, and got a hi-score of 73, 435 on my very first try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113953938442567809?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113953938442567809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113953938442567809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113953938442567809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113953938442567809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/02/melbourne-to-cairns-now-departing-by.html' title='&quot;Melbourne to Cairns, now departing&quot;, by Lee'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113875231202932440</id><published>2006-02-01T10:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T15:45:08.280+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapunzel's "bad hair" day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://taroteca.multiply.com/photos/photo/105/89.jpg"&gt;http://taroteca.multiply.com/photos/photo/105/89.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On Monday and yesterday I was full from breakfast but i don't want to eat today. Maybe I'm feeling strange. I really am feeling down inside of myself. Maybe I am worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What if Trish wants to find out why is this happening to my appetite? I guess it is a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bad hair" day too. When I get stressed my body feels sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;with it. Am I red in the face? I am not feeling very myself at all. I only ate my prunes today. I feel like I don't feel too crash hot. I feel I don't belong at Gawith Villa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113875231202932440?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113875231202932440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113875231202932440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113875231202932440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113875231202932440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/02/rapunzels-bad-hair-day.html' title='Rapunzel&apos;s &quot;bad hair&quot; day'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113772802717947088</id><published>2006-01-20T14:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:55:14.580+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina's hairy, scary nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last night i was really having a nightmare. It was about me, falling out of bed on to the floor. I was screaming out to get someone to give me a help. I was on the ground but i was not feeling well i just had a big headache. The nightmare was about me not only falling out of bed, but also hitting my head on the bedhead. In the nightmare, I saw a ghost. It was red, all shaggy red. It was hurting me by biting me, for some reason. It was really getting on my nerves. I don't know what it was saying or doing. It wasn't the same as the one the other night, about the man with the gun. It was inside of me. The unusual thing about it was that it was hairy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Possible message of the dream: maybe, if,when people say, "I see red", they mean they feel anger, this dream could be about anger locked up inside me, which I obviously feel scared about letting out, to scare other people, in turn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when today's Tarot said I was in for a stroke of luck, it meant that I would be the lucky one to get to be the first to blog in the Gawith blog for 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113772802717947088?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113772802717947088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113772802717947088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113772802717947088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113772802717947088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2006/01/katrinas-hairy-scary-nightmare.html' title='Katrina&apos;s hairy, scary nightmare'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113503865517510656</id><published>2005-12-20T11:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:41:47.513+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas message to Leanne's dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am already having a good Christmas, and today I made an angel to remember you on Christmas day. You were going to stand in the middle of our table at Christmas dinner, as the "spirit in the sky", so we won't forget you, Dad. I changed my mind and have decided to leave it here on our beautiful new, real Christmas tree, instead. Happy Christmas, my old "hippie" dad and "spirit in the sky"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113503865517510656?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113503865517510656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113503865517510656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113503865517510656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113503865517510656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-message-to-leannes-dad.html' title='A Christmas message to Leanne&apos;s dad'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113454557256724259</id><published>2005-12-14T18:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:07:20.820+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna  has outdone herself!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anna (now beast master jnr) has achieved a new hi-score in Noah's Ark, of 93,870 points, and reaching level 19, of Master Zoo Keeper... Congratulations, Anna, and move over, the rest of the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113454557256724259?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113454557256724259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113454557256724259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113454557256724259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113454557256724259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/12/anna-has-outdone-herself.html' title='Anna  has outdone herself!!!'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113409693459711452</id><published>2005-12-09T13:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:55:34.610+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday news</title><content type='html'>Leanne achieved a hi-score of 3666 points in Noah's Ark today, even more than her score last week (also in the 3000's), saving a grand total of 158 animals, including elephants, on level two, and graduating from the rank of "stable boy" to "animal handler"! Well done, Leanne, going from computer game strength to strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina's message for Daniel: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine;&lt;br /&gt;you make me happy, when skies are grey.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know, dear, how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;please don't take my sunshine away" *singing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113409693459711452?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113409693459711452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113409693459711452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113409693459711452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113409693459711452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/12/friday-news.html' title='Friday news'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113341646125696728</id><published>2005-12-01T16:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:03:27.290+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack of Sheryl's horseriding performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/163/2763/640/Sheryl%20II.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle Of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music by Elton John&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Tim Rice&lt;br /&gt;Available on the soundtrack The Lion King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day we arrive on the planet&lt;br /&gt;And blinking, step into the sun&lt;br /&gt;There's more to be seen than can ever be seen&lt;br /&gt;More to do than can ever be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say eat or be eaten&lt;br /&gt;Some say live and let live&lt;br /&gt;But all are agreed as they join the stampede&lt;br /&gt;You should never take more than you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the circle of life&lt;br /&gt;It's the wheel of fortune&lt;br /&gt;It's the leap of faith&lt;br /&gt;It's the band of hope&lt;br /&gt;Till we find our place&lt;br /&gt;On the path unwinding&lt;br /&gt;In the circle, the circle of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us fall by the wayside&lt;br /&gt;And some of us soar to the stars&lt;br /&gt;And some of us sail through our troubles&lt;br /&gt;And some have to live with the scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's far too much to take in here&lt;br /&gt;More to find than can ever be found&lt;br /&gt;But the sun rolling high through the sapphire sky&lt;br /&gt;Keeps great and small on the endless round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;� 1994 Walt Disney Music Company&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113341646125696728?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113341646125696728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113341646125696728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113341646125696728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113341646125696728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/12/soundtrack-of-sheryls-horseriding.html' title='Soundtrack of Sheryl&apos;s horseriding performance'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113341591098151606</id><published>2005-12-01T16:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:45:11.420+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/163/2763/640/Sheryl%20II.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/163/2763/320/Sheryl%20II.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl riding high in the saddle as the Lion King - knock 'em dead again, Shez! ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113341591098151606?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113341591098151606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113341591098151606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113341591098151606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113341591098151606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/12/sheryl-riding-high-in-saddle-as-lion.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113287717406752136</id><published>2005-11-25T11:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T11:06:14.080+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Star: today's Tarot, by Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://taroteca.multiply.com/photos/photo/105/35.jpg"&gt;http://taroteca.multiply.com/photos/photo/105/35.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night about changing my name from Katrina to Ruth Jane, my middle names. It made me sound proud, perfect and short, because I would really, really like to be called Ruth. So today we are sending a letter to the Victorian Registry of Births, Deaths and Marriages, about the possibility of changing it by deed poll in the future, and the star is good for giving a really happy feeling about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113287717406752136?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113287717406752136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113287717406752136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113287717406752136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113287717406752136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/11/star-todays-tarot-by-katrina.html' title='The Star: today&apos;s Tarot, by Katrina'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113278606034897808</id><published>2005-11-24T09:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T09:47:40.363+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Original song lyrics by the Gawith music group</title><content type='html'>EATING A SOGGY BUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re at the madhatter’s tea party&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the sun&lt;br /&gt;With the kangaroos at the zoo&lt;br /&gt;Eating a soggy bun&lt;br /&gt;We’re at the madhatter’s tea party&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the sun&lt;br /&gt;With the kangaroos at the zoo&lt;br /&gt;Eating a soggy bun&lt;br /&gt;Eating a soggy bun&lt;br /&gt;Eating a soggy bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we run, yum yum&lt;br /&gt;While we run, yum yum&lt;br /&gt;While we run, yum yum&lt;br /&gt;While we run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the Danni sings her elephant song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we run, yum yum&lt;br /&gt;While we run, yum yum&lt;br /&gt;While we run, yum yum&lt;br /&gt;While we run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOCK ON THE DOOR&lt;br /&gt;This song came after we were singing The Beatles “When I’m Sixty Four”. George started singing “Knock on the door, sixty four…” and then we made it into a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock on the door, sixty four&lt;br /&gt;Knock on the door, sixty four&lt;br /&gt;Knock on the door, sixty four&lt;br /&gt;Knock on the door, sixty four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock, who’s there?&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock, who’s there?&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock, who’s there?&lt;br /&gt;It’s Kosta  at the door&lt;br /&gt;It’s Kosta  at the door&lt;br /&gt;It’s Kosta  at the door&lt;br /&gt;It’s Kosta  at the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look through the window, sixty four&lt;br /&gt;Look through the window, sixty four&lt;br /&gt;Look through the window, sixty four&lt;br /&gt;Look through the window, sixty four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock, who’s there?&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock, who’s there?&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock, who’s there?&lt;br /&gt;It’s Michelle at the door&lt;br /&gt;It’s Michelle at the door&lt;br /&gt;It’s Michelle at the door&lt;br /&gt;It’s Michelle at the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN JOHNNY SMELLS PEPPER&lt;br /&gt;(to the tune of “When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Johnny smells pepper on his food&lt;br /&gt;“Achoo, achoo”&lt;br /&gt;He spreads germs and turns to blue&lt;br /&gt;“Achoo, achoo”&lt;br /&gt;All the people at the table cried and said&lt;br /&gt;“Boohoo”&lt;br /&gt;And we all went marching&lt;br /&gt;Out of the room today&lt;br /&gt;Ole!!&lt;br /&gt;Out of the room today&lt;br /&gt;Ole!!&lt;br /&gt;Out of the room today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Johnny&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Johnny&lt;br /&gt;Get well Johnny&lt;br /&gt;So long, so long, so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME A HAND&lt;br /&gt;John wrote most of the lyrics for this song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right on the tip of my tongue&lt;br /&gt;All these words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have a bit of trouble talking&lt;br /&gt;And then somebody comes&lt;br /&gt;To give me a hand&lt;br /&gt;And then somebody comes&lt;br /&gt;To give me a hand&lt;br /&gt;And then somebody comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a hand&lt;br /&gt;Come up the country&lt;br /&gt;Give me a hand&lt;br /&gt;Come up the country&lt;br /&gt;Give me a hand&lt;br /&gt;Come up the country&lt;br /&gt;Give me a haaaaaaand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALO TAXIDI&lt;br /&gt;Everyday John brings in a small piece of wood.&lt;br /&gt;We started writing this song about John’s carpentry class.&lt;br /&gt;“Kalo taxidi” is Greek for “Have a good trip”.&lt;br /&gt;Translations by George and Kosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made something with soft wood&lt;br /&gt;It was a plane with wings&lt;br /&gt;That could fly up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And do all kinds of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo taxidi, Have a good trip&lt;br /&gt;Kalo taxidi, Have a good trip&lt;br /&gt;Kalo taxidi, Have a good trip&lt;br /&gt;Kalo taxidi, Have a good trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Aeroplane Jelly&lt;br /&gt;Aeroplane Jelly for me&lt;br /&gt;I like Aeroplane Jelly&lt;br /&gt;Aeroplane Jelly for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo taxidi, Have a good trip&lt;br /&gt;Kalo taxidi, Have a good trip&lt;br /&gt;Kalo taxidi, Have a good trip&lt;br /&gt;Kalo taxidi, Have a good trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(then George does a monologue in Greek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAIL POLISH&lt;br /&gt;This song was  inspired by Danielle’s habit of putting on&lt;br /&gt;nail polish  at the start of the music class every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail polish, nail polish&lt;br /&gt;Put it on your fingers&lt;br /&gt;And dry it out&lt;br /&gt;Nail polish, nail polish&lt;br /&gt;Dry it out, dry it out&lt;br /&gt;Nail polish, nail polish&lt;br /&gt;Put it on your fingers&lt;br /&gt;And dry it out&lt;br /&gt;Nail polish, nail polish&lt;br /&gt;Dry it out, dry it out&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shave, after shave&lt;br /&gt;Put it on your face&lt;br /&gt;It smells good&lt;br /&gt;After shave, after shave&lt;br /&gt;It smells good, smells good&lt;br /&gt;After shave, after shave&lt;br /&gt;Put it on your face&lt;br /&gt;It smells good&lt;br /&gt;After shave, after shave&lt;br /&gt;It smells good, smells good&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE&lt;br /&gt;Words by Kosta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise&lt;br /&gt;Here I am singing on the stage&lt;br /&gt;With a lady friend&lt;br /&gt;Different songs about the countryside&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise&lt;br /&gt;Here I am singing on the stage&lt;br /&gt;With a lady friend&lt;br /&gt;Different songs about the countryside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend our money in the town&lt;br /&gt;On clothes and drinks&lt;br /&gt;And then go for a horse ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DRINK WHISKEY IN THE WINTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drink whiskey in the winter&lt;br /&gt;We drink whiskey in the cold&lt;br /&gt;We drink whiskey in the winter&lt;br /&gt;We drink whiskey getting old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter is cold&lt;br /&gt;The winter is cold&lt;br /&gt;So close all the doors&lt;br /&gt;So close all the doors&lt;br /&gt;Put on your jacket&lt;br /&gt;Put on your scarf&lt;br /&gt;Put in your jeans&lt;br /&gt;And have a good laugh&lt;br /&gt;Haaahaaahaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drink whiskey in the winter&lt;br /&gt;We drink whiskey in the cold&lt;br /&gt;We drink whiskey in the winter&lt;br /&gt;We drink whiskey getting old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think this is cold&lt;br /&gt;It’s even colder in Greece&lt;br /&gt;(Last line written by Kosta.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN MAREA IS TIRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Marea is tired&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the cricket&lt;br /&gt;John reckons he does too&lt;br /&gt;But when Danni is tired&lt;br /&gt;She goes to her bed&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what the rest of us like to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re all sleeping in our beds&lt;br /&gt;We’re all sleeping in our beds&lt;br /&gt;We’re all sleeping in our beds&lt;br /&gt;Except Marea at the cricket&lt;br /&gt;And John’s flown to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When John is asleep&lt;br /&gt;He dreams he is flying&lt;br /&gt;He says “I wanna get down&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like heights&lt;br /&gt;(and I wanna have a smoke)”&lt;br /&gt;When the rest of us sleep&lt;br /&gt;We forget all our dreams&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard we try&lt;br /&gt;We can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re all sleeping in our beds&lt;br /&gt;We’re all sleeping in our beds&lt;br /&gt;We’re all sleeping in our beds&lt;br /&gt;Except Marea at the cricket&lt;br /&gt;And John’s flown to the moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113278606034897808?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113278606034897808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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I, Colin, had an uncle who died as a soldier in World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113166811118389119?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113166811118389119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113166811118389119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113166811118389119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113166811118389119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/11/colins-poem-of-day-for-remembrance-day.html' title='Colin&apos;s poem of the day, for Remembrance Day'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113166735741545947</id><published>2005-11-11T11:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T11:02:37.436+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113166735741545947?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113166735741545947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113166735741545947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113166735741545947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113166735741545947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113166414403778287</id><published>2005-11-11T09:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:09:04.060+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie the Wizard, by Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/163/2763/640/19.0.jpg"&gt;http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/163/2763/640/19.0.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a funny dream of a wizard named Charlie. It was a strange dream for me. I was very, very conscious, so I said to him, "Wizard, why can't I walk?" So he was really, really making me do a lot of things, like having a walk, and exercises. Then I realised that when I woke up this morning, he disappeared.  He had a wand, a colourful wand. The wand was making me do a lot of things, running, jumping over the sea and swimming, going into the pool. I only go swimming once a week, but once a day would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113166414403778287?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113166414403778287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113166414403778287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113166414403778287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113166414403778287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/11/charlie-wizard-by-katrina.html' title='Charlie the Wizard, by Katrina'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113160081298538699</id><published>2005-11-10T16:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:33:32.993+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/163/2763/640/79.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/163/2763/320/79.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina's world of psychic and lucid dreams ;-))&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113160081298538699?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113160081298538699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113160081298538699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113160081298538699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113160081298538699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/11/katrinas-world-of-psychic-and-lucid.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113157896569079126</id><published>2005-11-10T10:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:28:25.593+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Two dreams, by Katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="797682d8"&gt;&lt;blockquote id="ae64c09e"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" unselectable="on" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="100%" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" width="100%" height="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" unselectable="off" background="" height="250" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, I dreamt that I woke up, feeling scratchy: this is the first time I have had a dream like that, of dreaming I wake up!&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a dream that the bed was solid.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a dream about a boy who wet himself, in bed, but that wasn't me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also dreamt about a little mouse, as in the picture, only it wasn't coming out to eat the peas, but some cheese!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today's Tarot, the 4 of Swords, turns into the story of the Princess and the Pea. Even though I don't feel "over-sensitive" today, my dreams were!&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;It feels gorgeous, and funny, to be a fairytale princess! I also had another dream about a feeling that I didn't know, inside of me, and I didn't wake up till this morning, which is also unusual. I really wanted to stay in bed this morning, just like the princess, but I had to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 1pt;" unselectable="on" height="1"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113157896569079126?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113157896569079126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113157896569079126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113157896569079126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113157896569079126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-dreams-by-katie.html' title='Two dreams, by Katie'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113153479413992767</id><published>2005-11-09T22:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:13:14.146+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/163/2763/640/02-the-beatles-lennon-mccartney-harrison-starr-1024x768.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/163/2763/320/02-the-beatles-lennon-mccartney-harrison-starr-1024x768.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Joy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113153479413992767?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113153479413992767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113153479413992767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113153479413992767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113153479413992767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113106474922883675</id><published>2005-11-04T11:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:48:10.393+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night's dream</title><content type='html'>Last night i had a good night dream about going to my mums hoI thought that i herd my cat spoke to me she was lieing down on my bed and when i woke up i thought that the cat was on my bed. This dream gave me a comforting feeling. This dream also seems to have something to do with today"s Tarot of the Empress, which is about the Great Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Empress: The essence of femininity and matriarchy. Creativity, productivity, and the foundation of civilization. Initiative and practical actions that promote prosperity, comfort and luxury. Fruitfulness and motherhood."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113106474922883675?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/113106474922883675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=113106474922883675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113106474922883675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/113106474922883675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-nights-dream.html' title='Last night&apos;s dream'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-113097735608736778</id><published>2005-11-03T11:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:23:35.910+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's alphabet of cricket</title><content type='html'>A: Adam Gilchrist, Allen Border, anthem, Ashes, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: batman, batting, Blues, bowling, bowler, boxing kangaroo, Brett Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: catching, caught out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: eleven, England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: fine weather, flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Gabba, Glenn McGrath, green and gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: India, innings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Kiwis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: lunch, Lords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: maiden over, Matthew Hayden, Mike Hussey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: not out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: out for a duck, over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Pakistan, pitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Queensland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Red Blacks, Ricky Ponting, runs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: scores, Shane Warne, Shane Watson, skipper, spin-bowling, sponsors, Stewart McGill, superseries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Test, toss trophy, twelfth man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: umpire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: Vegemite, Victoria Bitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: wave, West Indies, wicket, wicket-keeper, willow, Windies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: siX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-113097735608736778?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday when i was having a foot spa i was very happy to sing a happy song: "when i see someone very happy, i feel very happy too." I heard the song from play school and i was extremely pleased. My mum used to sing it to me when I was little, and she still does. So it gave me a really happy feeling, and that happy feeling is still with me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112986831077841650?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112986831077841650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112986831077841650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112986831077841650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112986831077841650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-by-katie.html' title='Yesterday, by Katie'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112978922336603156</id><published>2005-10-20T16:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:11:14.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's alphabets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;People:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Adriane, Alana, Alister, Allison, Anna, Annabelle, Andy.&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys, Barry, Ben, Bevan, Bill, Brian, Brygida.&lt;br /&gt;Carmine, Charles, Charmaine, Claire, Colin, Craig.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, Danni, David, Dean, Deanna, Denise, Diane, Donna.&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor.&lt;br /&gt;Francis.&lt;br /&gt;Garry, George, Graham, Grant, Greg.&lt;br /&gt;Harry D., Heather, Helen.&lt;br /&gt;Ian.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, John, Julie.&lt;br /&gt;Katie, Katrina, Kerry, Kevin, Kylie Minogue.&lt;br /&gt;Lana, Leanne, Lisa, Louise, Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Maria, Marina, Michael, Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;Natalie, Nick, Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;Olive Oyl.&lt;br /&gt;Pam, Pamela, Patty, Peter, Petra.&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca, Rita, Robert, Robyn, Rosie, Rudy.&lt;br /&gt;Samy, Sandy D, Sarah, Serena, Sheryl, Simone.&lt;br /&gt;T = Tom.&lt;br /&gt;Ursula, Usch.&lt;br /&gt;Valda, Valmai, Vivienne, volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;William.&lt;br /&gt;X = Xena.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;Z = ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you read this, and especially if you have a name beginning with Z, please let me know in the comment box and I will add you to this list!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Armadale, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Balwyn, Brighton, Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;Chadstone, Cheltenham, Collingwood, Cranbourne.&lt;br /&gt;Dandenong.&lt;br /&gt;England.&lt;br /&gt;Frankston.&lt;br /&gt;Gawith, Geelong.&lt;br /&gt;Hawthorn.&lt;br /&gt;Iceland, Ireland, Italy.&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica, Japan.&lt;br /&gt;Kensington.&lt;br /&gt;London.&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;North Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;Optus Oval.&lt;br /&gt;Paradise, Patterson Lakes, Perth, Poland, Port Adelaide, Port Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;Richmond, Rosebud.&lt;br /&gt;South Melbourne, St Kilda, Subiaco, Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;Telstradome.&lt;br /&gt;USA (United States of America).&lt;br /&gt;Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;Washington.&lt;br /&gt;Xanadu.&lt;br /&gt;Yellowstone park.&lt;br /&gt;Zimbabwe, zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112978922336603156?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112970029082187293</id><published>2005-10-19T15:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:46:50.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin's excellent idea for making rain by magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/Cumulo-nimbus%20clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/Cumulo-nimbus%20clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cumulo-nimbus clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;  -  I, Colin Maxwell Jenkins, did on Monday 17th October, 2005, think on the drought we are in, the awful tormenting drought, and that what we need is to get our water from outer space, by making rain come out of our atmosphere, from clouds like our nimbus clouds. Once I had some beautiful good ideas when I saw some cumulus clouds. I might also form some hail and snow for making this come out in a beautiful, good way, and gorgeously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112970029082187293?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112970029082187293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112970029082187293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112970029082187293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112970029082187293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/10/colins-excellent-idea-for-making-rain.html' title='Colin&apos;s excellent idea for making rain by magic'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112925855403949770</id><published>2005-10-14T12:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:55:54.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit in the Sky, by Leanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Artist: Norman Greenbaum Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Song: Spirit in the Sky Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When I die and they lay me to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gonna go to the place that's the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When I lay me down to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Goin' up to the spirit in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Goin' up to the spirit in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;That's where I'm gonna go when I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When I die and they lay me to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gonna go to the place that's the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Prepare yourself you know it's a must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gotta have a friend in Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So you know that when you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He's gonna recommend you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;To the spirit in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gonna recommend you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;To the spirit in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;That's where you're gonna go when you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When you die and they lay you to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You're gonna go to the place that's the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Never been a sinner I never sinned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I got a friend in Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So you know that when I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He's gonna set me up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The spirit in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oh set me up with the spirit in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;That's where I'm gonna go when I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When I die and they lay me to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm gonna go to the place that's the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Go to the place that's the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;That was a favorite song of my dad's, and they sang it at his funeral when he went up to the spirit in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112925855403949770?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112925855403949770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112925855403949770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112925855403949770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112925855403949770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/10/spirit-in-sky-by-leanne.html' title='Spirit in the Sky, by Leanne'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112924150272137937</id><published>2005-10-14T08:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:04:28.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot vocabulary link for Colin, and everybody else!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arcamax.com/cgi-bin/news/story/1019/33497/791552"&gt;http://www.arcamax.com/cgi-bin/news/story/1019/33497/791552&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Colin did enjoy this page, and so did Leanne, who won her first game of Hangman with the word "banana" (a seems her lucky letter!). And Katie won with "sheep" (so e seems her lucky letter!). And Sheryl won with "window" (lucky letter w, for her last name), and a bit of help from Katie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112924150272137937?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112924150272137937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112924150272137937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112924150272137937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112924150272137937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/10/hot-vocabulary-link-for-colin-and.html' title='Hot vocabulary link for Colin, and everybody else!'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112918899647703455</id><published>2005-10-13T17:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:36:36.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/topaz.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/topaz.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topaz...the birthstone of Anna, and all other Scorpios!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112918899647703455?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112918899647703455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112918899647703455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112918899647703455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112918899647703455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/10/topaz.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112899925526728758</id><published>2005-10-11T12:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T12:54:15.273+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad, look at me now! by Leanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dad, up in heaven, look at me now! You would be so proud to see me playing Noah's Ark (the story you used to tell me) in Yahoo games, and also sending emails to Carmine! Your little girl is a computer freak now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112899925526728758?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112899925526728758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112899925526728758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112899925526728758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112899925526728758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/10/dad-look-at-me-now-by-leanne.html' title='Dad, look at me now! by Leanne'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112864990407271386</id><published>2005-10-07T11:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T11:51:44.080+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the kookaburra, by Colin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kookaburra sits on the electric wire, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;laughing with his pants on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Laugh, kookaburra, laugh, kookaburra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Gay your life must be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A beautiful girl had her pants on fire, and another girl had her skirt on fire *Colin laughs wickedly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112864990407271386?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112864990407271386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112864990407271386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112864990407271386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112864990407271386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/10/kookaburra-by-colin.html' title='the kookaburra, by Colin'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112864392978161146</id><published>2005-10-07T10:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:49:20.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The four Scorpios, by Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anna is fantastic at dog grooming and just finished her course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Michelle is a groovy ABBA fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pattie is a legend Scorpio and still thinks I am her mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heather is born on the 2nd of November (racing time all through this time) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Scorpio horoscope for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thought about buying some land or making another investment? Well, think a bit longer. This isn't the right time to put your signature to any manner of official document that will bind you to another. Wait. Do some investigating. - Kelli Fox from Astrology.com&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope content © Astrology.com 1996 - 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The enduring symbol of love and affection, the topaz is believed to bring the wearer friendship and ensure fidelity. Available in a wide array of colors, topaz is the birthstone for November and the suggested gift for the twenty-third anniversary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112864392978161146?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112864392978161146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112864392978161146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112864392978161146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112864392978161146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/10/four-scorpios-by-anna.html' title='The four Scorpios, by Anna'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112863772976604557</id><published>2005-10-07T08:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:28:49.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/Yom%20Kippur.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/Yom%20Kippur.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna wishes David Feigenbaum, Nicole, Denise and the pie man a happy Yom Kippur: may it find you all inscribed in the Book of Life for a wonderful year ahead! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112863772976604557?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112863772976604557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112863772976604557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112863772976604557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112863772976604557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/10/anna-wishes-david-feigenbaum-nicole.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112743723260528782</id><published>2005-09-23T10:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:02:05.763+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gallstones update, by Katie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Last time I posted, I was in agony with gallstones. Since then, they haven't taken them out yet, but I do not feel the agony quite so much. Last week, I was home in agony, at my mum's. She is going away on a holiday to Italy, tomorrow. Don't you think it interesting that my gallstones always feel worse before my mum goes away? The gallstones cannot know about my mum going away. I know about my mum going away. Therefore, the pain seems more mental than physical. In a sense, I thought myself into the pain. The good news is, I can also think myself out of it, but not concentrating on it so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112743723260528782?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112743723260528782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112743723260528782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112743723260528782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112743723260528782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/09/gallstones-update-by-katie.html' title='Gallstones update, by Katie.'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112709591341975709</id><published>2005-09-19T12:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:11:53.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/12_Apostles_Gt_Ocean_Rd.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/12_Apostles_Gt_Ocean_Rd.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re Colin's last post: he liked this pic to go with it! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112709591341975709?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112709591341975709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112709591341975709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112709591341975709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112709591341975709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/09/re-colins-last-post-he-liked-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112684252975151077</id><published>2005-09-16T13:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:48:49.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin's Musings from 2001</title><content type='html'>Writing, such as poetry, is very important to me. I wrote a poem about kookaburras, remembering when I went out with my father, mother, sister and brother. My parents took me out to my cousin and Uncle Norman's place. That was inspiration for the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a book of poems. I write about lots of things - surfing, waterskiing, a gorgeous painting a woman showed me. I saw ballet dancers in Victoria and South Australia. No one else in the family writes. My family are religious. Religion and writing mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin kindly agrees to show some of his poems on the pages to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny day one of my friends saw kookaburras with cobra snakes for a lovely meal. They called on the family's own for help, for the kookaburra's own needy assistance for them or their friend, called for another kookaburra's family to all of them. While the kookaburras saw a beautiful group of bellbirds singing beautiful songs in their nests, and making it happier for all the people, they were having the people feeding them food and milk. They got also a better-constructed nest for them. Their old one wasn't built so well; the people constructed it better for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one gloriously sunny day out towards the National Park of Victoria, like when I was a child, I saw koalas. I heard that like us they're wanting to go to the Dandenongs in Victoria and Moe, Traralgon and Morwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Victoria where I was in 1968 ot 1969 I had my birthday (27th April) out at a nice part of Daylesford and Hepburn Springs. These two towns in Victoria are gorgeously sweet as honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1998 or 1999 I saw the glorious Herald Outdoor art show. The Exhibition was enormously large. You needed endurance for seeing all those paintings. Gorgeous paintings, for today and yesterday and tomorrow. I still have some little photos from that in my photo album, such as the ship on the stormy sea. Right for all of us in today's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was my pleasure to talk with people at Gawith Villa. They revealed wide-ranging interests and abilities including love of family, nature and animals, gardening, Tai Chi and writing. I was grateful that the people felt they could talk with me about things that were important to them, from personal experiences to hobbies. I thank Colin Jenkins for sharing poetry that he has written over many years. I found the clients eager, involved and open. All of them expressed liking and gratitude for the staff at Gawith Villa, which highlights the caring atmosphere there that fosters warm and enthusiastic participation. I thank the staff and clients at Gawith Villa for the opportunity to work with them."&lt;br /&gt;- Jane LaMotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twelve Apostles revisited (just like Dylan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I, Colin Maxwell Jenkins, was happening to see the 12 Apostles along the Great Ocean Road between Princetown and Port Campbell, and as I travelled along the 12 Apostles, I saw a bridge which I remembered as a kid  and it was called London Bridge. When I noticed some of the 12 Apostles falling down on the news and on another day when I travelled to the 12 Apostles, when I noticed some of the sand bridges called London Bridge were falling down, of which I was not too sure about in the 1960's. I noticed that one, two or three of them were falling down to some other time, perhaps the 1970's were seen after I had perhaps I had reached the year 1974 of which I am not too sure about whether or not I was travelling in an early part of the 1960's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/4/2002&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112684252975151077?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112684252975151077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112684252975151077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112684252975151077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112684252975151077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/09/colins-musings-from-2001.html' title='Colin&apos;s Musings from 2001'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112682749244793876</id><published>2005-09-16T09:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:38:12.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of our beach houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;On another day once when I did notice Sorrento at seeing some little beautiful beach houses on the beach sand fronts, including Mornington Peninsula and beautifully constructed little beach houses in also Rye. These are also in Victoria. Having beach houses as that are smallest Mornington Peninsula by the way now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I saw the ferntrees and the Puffing Billy which is mighty small, as a steam train in Victoria. I also went to Lilydale, Belgrave, Olinda, Sassafras and Healesville when it was raining. Gosh, it was dark, alright, by the way. It had continued to rain mighty heavily all the more; as it was raining, which was so, so gorgeous but even more quaintly than usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When we were on our way home in that year, I did love a kind of wonderfully, gorgeously subtle kangaroos in Healesville Sanctuary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112682749244793876?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112682749244793876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112682749244793876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112682749244793876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112682749244793876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/09/days-of-our-beach-houses.html' title='Days of our beach houses'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112666147304611272</id><published>2005-09-14T11:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:31:13.053+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Puffing Billy pictures for Andy, Greg and Colin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hankstruckpictures.com/puff_bill.htm"&gt;http://www.hankstruckpictures.com/puff_bill.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112666147304611272?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112666147304611272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112666147304611272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112666147304611272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112666147304611272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/09/puffing-billy-pictures-for-andy-greg.html' title='Puffing Billy pictures for Andy, Greg and Colin'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112665744540513611</id><published>2005-09-14T09:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:48:30.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to the Victorian state police force, by Colin Maxwell Jenkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mark was another day, Mark Dowyer, that is. I wanted to wear a yellow shirt on a day to poetry, when I thought the weather was going to be hot. Once I heard from one of my friends and also channel 9 the weather report in the morning. Once when I was ultimately going to be able to wear the yellow shirt, but Mark wouldn't let me wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does notice that Stephen Gooding and Alan Davies, also Mark Doywer (his Christian name is Rick), and Maria Andy, do not want to give me more money on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, when I do require more. They only give me $4 or $5 on the Thursday of every week of the year. When Stephen gives me only $4 when I am naughty, and $5 when I am excellent, as if he thinks I am behaving wonderfully and doing better things for him, he will give me $5. Once when I was brushing my teeth, yesterday, on September 13th, or the 12th, I can't remember which date it is, Alan was telling me to stop brushing my teeth and to get the toothpaste out of my mouth this instant, and telling me I might get blood out of my mouth. He was also trying to stop me from brushing my teeth when I wanted to brush the front teeth, for while I was doing that, he wanted to get me to take out my toothbrush. He wanted me to spit out the toothpaste and swirl some water out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen was abruptful when the 9th month, meaning not September, but the 5th month. I was noticing that Stephen Gooding was pushing me very hard for once when I had wanted to have a second helping from my meal, he wouldn't let me. It was a beef meal, a roast. (8th of May)&lt;br /&gt;I want Mark to go to jail, and Alan and Stephen as well. I don't want them bothering me any more. I want to buy my mansion or palace, like the castle in Bairnsdale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary was also throwing chairs in the lounge room, near the kitchen, in which I did think it was. He hurt Robert Berkeley, and he was just as bad when Stephen had to on Michael, Robert and Garry. Yes, I will tell you the people that were reported to the police: Robert, Gary and Mark, and both Robert Brown and you are the two best people in the house, Colin, who don't behave badly! And Robert Berkeley shouts out loudly of a night-time, even during the day when we are wanting to be nice to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I remember that once when I was coming in the house and having my meals, and I wanted to be a good fellow, and all the fellows were not being good to me. And I tried to be a good fellow. And when I want to have more to eat, Stephen does shout at me and argue with me in the kitchen eating area, that I'm near. And I would like him to be a better person to me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112665744540513611?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112665744540513611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112665744540513611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112665744540513611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112665744540513611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/09/letter-to-victorian-state-police-force.html' title='A letter to the Victorian state police force, by Colin Maxwell Jenkins'/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112657558524557918</id><published>2005-09-13T11:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T11:39:46.723+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/SacredBondFigurineCT.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/SacredBondFigurineCT.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another beautiful horse picture from the link below, for Sheryl ;-))&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112657558524557918?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112657558524557918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112657558524557918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112657558524557918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112657558524557918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/09/yet-another-beautiful-horse-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112608288816930587</id><published>2005-09-07T18:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:52:17.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/UntamedSpiritsHC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/UntamedSpiritsHC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl may like this picture, from the blogger who commented on Eleanor's post! lol &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; http://www.horse-lover-gift-ideas-central.com/horse_figurine.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112608242302156007</id><published>2005-09-07T18:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:40:23.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/rosellas.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/rosellas.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosellas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112608242302156007?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112608242302156007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112608242302156007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112608242302156007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112608242302156007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/09/rosellas.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112608239390620726</id><published>2005-09-07T18:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:39:53.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/cockatoos.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/cockatoos.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cockatoos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112608239390620726?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112608239390620726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112608239390620726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112608239390620726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112608239390620726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/09/cockatoos.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112608231375752228</id><published>2005-09-07T18:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:38:33.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/kookaburra_small.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/kookaburra_small.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kookaburras...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112608231375752228?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112608231375752228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112608231375752228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112608231375752228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112608231375752228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/09/kookaburras.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112608228170812644</id><published>2005-09-07T18:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:38:01.713+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/nanny%20goat.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/nanny%20goat.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanny goats...all seen and wondered at by Colin, in Cockatoo township&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112608228170812644?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112608228170812644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112608228170812644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112608228170812644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112608228170812644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/2005/09/nanny-goats.html' title=''/><author><name>asgif666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189818056958780833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112608174110152242</id><published>2005-09-07T18:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:29:01.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/castle.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/castle.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to illustrate Colin's poem &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112608174110152242?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112608150746336423</id><published>2005-09-07T18:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:25:07.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem by Colin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Twas a hassle in the castle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;at Northcote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It was dark in the park, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;to leave your mark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112608150746336423?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112598336014352245</id><published>2005-09-06T15:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:09:20.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/freekstyke1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/320/freekstyke1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a Bat Out of Hell (for Leanne)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112598336014352245?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/2763/640/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13580767.post-112597485430051880</id><published>2005-09-06T12:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:47:34.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Bat out of hell, Meatloaf</title><content type='html'>The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling&lt;br /&gt;Way down in the valley tonight&lt;br /&gt;There’s a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye&lt;br /&gt;And a blade shining oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;There’s evil in the air and there’s thunder in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And a killer’s on the bloodshot streets&lt;br /&gt;And down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising&lt;br /&gt;Oh I swear I saw a young boy&lt;br /&gt;Down in the gutter&lt;br /&gt;He was starting to foam in the heat&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby you’re the only thing in this whole world&lt;br /&gt;That’s pure and good and right&lt;br /&gt;And wherever you are and wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;There’s always gonna be some light&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta get out&lt;br /&gt;I gotta break it out now&lt;br /&gt;Before the final crack of dawn&lt;br /&gt;So we gotta make the most of our one night together&lt;br /&gt;When it’s over you know&lt;br /&gt;We’ll both be so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be gone when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;When the night is over&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be gone gone gone&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be gone when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;And the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;And the moonlight’s shining through&lt;br /&gt;Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven&lt;br /&gt;I’ll come crawling on back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna hit the highway like a battering ram&lt;br /&gt;On a silver black phantom bike&lt;br /&gt;When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry&lt;br /&gt;And we’re all about to see the light&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever grows in this rotten old hole&lt;br /&gt;And everything is stunted and lost&lt;br /&gt;And nothing really rocks&lt;br /&gt;And nothing really rolls&lt;br /&gt;And nothing’s ever worth the cost&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I’m damned if I never get out&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I’m damned if I do&lt;br /&gt;But with any other beat I got left in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You know I’d rather be damned with you&lt;br /&gt;If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned&lt;br /&gt;Dancing through the night with you&lt;br /&gt;If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned&lt;br /&gt;If gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned&lt;br /&gt;Dancing through the night&lt;br /&gt;Dancing through the night&lt;br /&gt;Dancing through the night with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby you’re the only thing in this whole world&lt;br /&gt;That’s pure and good and right&lt;br /&gt;And wherever you are and wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;There’s always gonna be some light&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta get out&lt;br /&gt;I gotta break it out now&lt;br /&gt;Before the final crack of dawn&lt;br /&gt;So we gotta make the most of our one night together&lt;br /&gt;When it’s over you know&lt;br /&gt;We’ll both be so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be gone when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;When the night is over&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell I’ll be gone when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;But when the day is done&lt;br /&gt;And the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;And the moonlight’s shining through&lt;br /&gt;Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven&lt;br /&gt;I’ll come crawling on back to you&lt;br /&gt;Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven&lt;br /&gt;I’ll come crawling on back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself&lt;br /&gt;Tearing up the road&lt;br /&gt;Faster than any other boy has ever gone&lt;br /&gt;And my skin is rough but my soul is ripe&lt;br /&gt;And no one’s gonna stop me now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta make my escape&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;And I never see the sudden curve until it’s way too late&lt;br /&gt;I never see the sudden curve until it’s way too late&lt;br /&gt;Then I’m dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun&lt;br /&gt;Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike&lt;br /&gt;And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing I see is my heart&lt;br /&gt;Still beating&lt;br /&gt;Breaking out of my body&lt;br /&gt;And flying away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;Then I’m dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun&lt;br /&gt;Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike&lt;br /&gt;And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing I see is my heart&lt;br /&gt;Still beating&lt;br /&gt;Still beating&lt;br /&gt;Breaking out of my body and flying away&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;Like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat Loaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="blue" title="Bat Out of Hell Lyrics" href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/meat-loaf/91332.html"&gt;Bat Out of Hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13580767-112597485430051880?l=gawith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gawith.blogspot.com/feeds/112597485430051880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13580767&amp;postID=112597485430051880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13580767/posts/default/112597485430051880'/><link 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