<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925</id><updated>2009-02-20T17:02:34.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Evanescence, Nightwish &amp; Whitin Temptation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925.post-115746570855381986</id><published>2006-09-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:15:08.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spring day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For the Spring's day I'll go to the park with my friends. I' m sure there are going to be a lot of people. Here in Bahia Blanca  Spring day is special, the students go to Monte Hermoso (a famouse big beach) or they go to May Park in big groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But it is not all fun all the time, most of these places are overcrowded and there are lots of fights between groups (not all of them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway, I never mind, I'll go with my friend to that park, and if it is full of people, we will go to the city centre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is not only one way to enjoy this day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24415925-115746570855381986?l=9evanescence9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/115746570855381986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24415925&amp;postID=115746570855381986' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/115746570855381986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/115746570855381986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/2006/09/spring-day-for-springs-day-ill-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09595886437496751249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925.post-115686129233063759</id><published>2006-08-29T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:21:32.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to change my blog's name, I only love nightwish, I'm tired of evanescence and within temptation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for someone post. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24415925-115686129233063759?l=9evanescence9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/115686129233063759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24415925&amp;postID=115686129233063759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/115686129233063759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/115686129233063759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-to-change-my-blogs-name-i-only.html' title=''/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09595886437496751249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925.post-115504546242519841</id><published>2006-08-08T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T06:57:42.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coming back from holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I don't know why I contineu posting, because anybody read or post something on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I came back from holidays, they were really funny so I don't want to have classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really inspired, I'm waiting for this classes end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24415925-115504546242519841?l=9evanescence9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/115504546242519841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24415925&amp;postID=115504546242519841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/115504546242519841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/115504546242519841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/2006/08/coming-back-from-holidays-really-i.html' title=''/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09595886437496751249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925.post-115058290686409115</id><published>2006-06-17T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T15:21:46.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3664/2531/1600/nightwish475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3664/2531/400/nightwish475.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; (In the sheltering shade of the forest&lt;br /&gt;Calling calming silence&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied only by the full moon&lt;br /&gt;The howling of a night wolf&lt;br /&gt;And the path under my bare feet...&lt;br /&gt;...The Elvenpath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing music from the deepest forest&lt;br /&gt;Songs as a seduction of sirens&lt;br /&gt;The elf-folk is calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapio, Bear-king, Ruler of the forest&lt;br /&gt;Mielikki, Bluecloak, Healer of the ill and sad&lt;br /&gt;Open the gate and let me follow the uncarven path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to the lands&lt;br /&gt;Where as a hero I stand&lt;br /&gt;The path where Beauty met the Beast&lt;br /&gt;Elvenpath&lt;br /&gt;It's the honesty of these worlds&lt;br /&gt;Ruled by magic and mighty swords&lt;br /&gt;That makes my soul long for the past&lt;br /&gt;Elvenpath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moonwitch took me to a ride on a broomstick&lt;br /&gt;Introduced me to her old friend home gnome&lt;br /&gt;Told me to keep the sauna warm for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the grove I met the rest - the folk of my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Bilbo, Sparhawk, goblins and pixies&lt;br /&gt;Snowman, Willow, trolls and the seven dwarves&lt;br /&gt;The path goes forever on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to the lands&lt;br /&gt;Where as a hero I stand&lt;br /&gt;The path where Beauty met the Beast&lt;br /&gt;Elvenpath&lt;br /&gt;It's the honesty of these worlds&lt;br /&gt;Ruled by magic and mighty swords&lt;br /&gt;That makes my soul long for the past&lt;br /&gt;Elvenpath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Long ago,&lt;br /&gt;In the early years of the second age,&lt;br /&gt;The great elven-smiths forged the Rings of Power.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I return to my room&lt;br /&gt;And as sleep takes me by my hand&lt;br /&gt;Madrigals from the woods&lt;br /&gt;Carry me to neverland&lt;br /&gt;In this spellbound night&lt;br /&gt;The world's an elvish sight&lt;br /&gt;In this spellbound night&lt;br /&gt;The world's an elvish sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But then the dark lord learned the craft of ring-making,&lt;br /&gt;And made the Master Ring.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24415925-115058290686409115?l=9evanescence9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/115058290686409115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24415925&amp;postID=115058290686409115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/115058290686409115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/115058290686409115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-sheltering-shade-of-forest-calling.html' title=''/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09595886437496751249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925.post-114843688048502991</id><published>2006-05-23T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:14:40.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3664/2531/1600/jukka-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3664/2531/400/jukka-1024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best week I have had in this month, because I started piano and I bought 2 DVD of Nightwish ^^. But I'm also having social science tests Tomorrow and on Friday so it is also the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Equally this is not &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the end&lt;/span&gt; of the week, so I'm waiting for some  good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24415925-114843688048502991?l=9evanescence9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/114843688048502991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24415925&amp;postID=114843688048502991' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114843688048502991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114843688048502991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-best-week-i-have-had-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09595886437496751249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925.post-114730298680863277</id><published>2006-05-10T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:16:26.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that the story Whose Face Do You See is really cool, because you don’t know what will happen after that happen. I also liked when Marianne was “sleeping” and she could see and hear what her family said, and when the story start that you don’t know who and what Marianne was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tuesday we were in the computer lab posting blogs (Trying to posting blogs) because there was a problem on the Internet and we couldn’t open ours blogs to leave a message. So, now I’m writing this comment in my best friend computer. ( My computer also has a problem whit the connection to the service)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24415925-114730298680863277?l=9evanescence9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/114730298680863277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24415925&amp;postID=114730298680863277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114730298680863277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114730298680863277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-that-story-whose-face-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09595886437496751249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925.post-114617048742086569</id><published>2006-04-27T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:41:27.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the answers for the activity conect to the book "WHOSE FACE DO YOU SEE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We will ask "whose face do you see?"  in the case that somebody has a dream or a nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * In the picture we see 5 faces, two women and two men and the face that is formed with their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a- We think that the person who is speaking is Marianne (we suppose she is the main character of this story).&lt;br /&gt;b- Maybe  Marianne wasn't able to recognize her identity, so she was talking to herself in front of a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;c- Probably she is in her bedroom, in front of a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a- She does all those things because she never controlled her acts.&lt;br /&gt;b- She used the sense of sight, because she could see  all the things that were held in front of her. She also used the sense of  hearing sense when she listened to the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  "Hospitals have always made me anxious" --&gt; anxious    &lt;br /&gt;"Surely if you go into a hospital you'll fall ill and die yourself" --&gt;fear     &lt;br /&gt;"This hospital is different" --&gt; acceptance    &lt;br /&gt;"This hospital is warm and smells of disinfectant and boiled cabbage-school's meal smell" --&gt; conformism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24415925-114617048742086569?l=9evanescence9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/114617048742086569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24415925&amp;postID=114617048742086569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114617048742086569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114617048742086569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-are-answers-for-activity-conect.html' title=''/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09595886437496751249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925.post-114536914866130720</id><published>2006-04-18T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T07:05:48.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Next week we are going to read a story called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Whose Face Do You See?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.contemporarywriters.com/authors/?p=auth260"&gt;Melvin Burgess&lt;/a&gt;.I think that this story is about a group of thieves who are being chased by the police, so the policemen put posters of this robbers, and if a person see theirs fase, it can call the police. That's why this story  is called Whose Face Do You See? ( in relation with the question: What thiefe have you seen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24415925-114536914866130720?l=9evanescence9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/114536914866130720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24415925&amp;postID=114536914866130720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114536914866130720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114536914866130720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/2006/04/next-week-we-are-going-to-read-story.html' title=''/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09595886437496751249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925.post-114460723718371847</id><published>2006-04-09T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T11:27:17.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You can shake hands with a clenched fist"&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this phrase becauseit's one of the best I read in the web page. It has an interesant meaning for me, you can't have friends or be in peace if you are all time aggressive or distrustful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step"&lt;br /&gt;It also has an important meaning, if you want to get along or complicated way you all time have to start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NiCo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24415925-114460723718371847?l=9evanescence9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/114460723718371847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24415925&amp;postID=114460723718371847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114460723718371847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114460723718371847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-can-shake-hands-with-clenched-fist.html' title=''/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09595886437496751249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925.post-114306125384774205</id><published>2006-03-22T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:00:53.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a summary of the letter that Nightwish's musicians send to Traja Turunen (the singer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tarja, It’s time to choose whether the story of Nightwish ends here or whether it will still continue an undetermined period of time. We’ve been working with this creation for 9 years and we are not ready to give up yet. Nightwish is a way of life, something to live for, and we’re certain we can’t let it go.Equally certain are the fact that we cannot go on with you and Marcelo any longer. During the last year something sad happened, which I’ve been going over in my head every single day, morning and night. Your attitude and behaviour don’t go with Nightwish anymore. There are characteristics I would never have believed to see in my old dear friend.People who don’t talk with each other for a year do not belong in the same band.We are involved in an industry where the business-side of things is a necessary evil and something to worry about all the time. We are also a band which has always done music from the heart, because of friendship and the music itself. The mental satisfaction should always be more important than money! Nightwish is a band, it’s an emotion.To you, unfortunately, business, money, and things that have nothing to do with those emotions have become much more important. You feel that you have sacrificed yourself and your musical career for Nightwish, rather than thinking what it has given to you.This attitude was clearly shown to me in the two things you said to me in an airplane in Toronto:”I don’t need Nightwish anymore.” and ”Remember, Thomas, that I could leave this band at any time, giving you only one day’s warning in advance”.I can’t simply write any more songs for you to sing.You have said yourself that you are merely a ”guest musician” in Nightwish. Now that visit ends and we will continue Nightwish with a new female vocalist. We’re sure this is an equally big relief to you as it is for us. We have all been feeling bad long enough.You told us that no matter what, the next Nightwish album will be your last one. However, the rest of us want to continue as long as the fire burns. So there’s no sense in doing that next album with you, either.The four of us have been going over this situation countless times and we have realized that this is the thing we want to do in life. It´s all we can do. In December 2004, in Germany, you said that you will never tour again for more than two weeks at a time. You also said that we can forget about U.S. and Australia because the fees and the sizes of venues are too small.In interviews I’ve mentioned that if Tarja leaves, that would be the end of the band. I understand that people will think this way. Nightwish is, however, a scenery of my soul and I’m not ready to let go because of one person. A person who wants to focus her creativity to somewhere else, a person whose values don’t match mine.We were never bothered by the fact that you didn’t participate in writing/arranging songs, you never in 9 years came to rehearse the songs with us before going to the studio. Not the fact that whiles on tour you always wanted to fly, separately from us with your husband. Not the fact that you are an undisputable front image of the band.We accepted and felt ok about everything except greed, underestimating the fans, and breaking promises. It was agreed by the five of us that Nightwish would be the priority in everything that we do during 2004-2005. Still so many things were more important to you. The ultimate example being the already sold-out show in Oslo, which you wanted to cancel because you needed to rehearse for your solo concerts, meet friends and go to the movies. Those were the words Marcelo used in an e-mail explaining the cancellation. This being just one example of so many. I couldn’t think of a worse way of being selfish and dismissing our fans.Nightwish is a way of life and a job with many obligations. To each other and to the fans. With you we can’t take care of those duties anymore.Deep within we don’t know which one of you drove us to this point. Somehow Marcelo has changed you from the lovely girl you were into a diva, who doesn’t think or act the way she used to. You are too sure of your irreplaceable ness and status.It’s obvious that you blame your stress and misery on us four. And you think we don’t respect or listen to you. Believe us; We have always had the uppermost respect towards you as a wonderful vocalist and as a friend. And very often during the past couple of years the plans were made according to your decisions only. You were always the only one who wanted more money from the shows. This ”compensation and more money from everything” –attitude is the fact that we are most disappointed of!We wish that from now on you will listen to your heart instead of Marcelo. Cultural differences combined with greed, opportunism and love is a dangerous combination. Do not wither yourself.This decision is not something we are especially proud of but you gave us no choice. The gap between us is too wide. And the decision is made by us four unanimously. We are beyond the point where things could be settled by talking.All the best for your life and career,&lt;br /&gt;Tuomas&lt;br /&gt;Emppu Jukka Marco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really this is not a summary ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye&lt;br /&gt;Nico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24415925-114306125384774205?l=9evanescence9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/114306125384774205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24415925&amp;postID=114306125384774205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114306125384774205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114306125384774205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-summary-of-letter-that.html' title=''/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09595886437496751249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925.post-114294992757052333</id><published>2006-03-21T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T06:05:27.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, this is my second post, I hate this blog because the first time it doesn't add my photo.&lt;br /&gt;Well but now I'm posting to talk you somethins about my favorites bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evanescence is a gothic rock band compouse by 1 singer call Amy Lee and the rest of the band that play the guitar, bass and drumm. I'm very happy because in march they are making a new record. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nightwish is also a gotich rock band, but the singer have a row with the band and now they are separate. ¬¬&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know so much about Whitin Temptation becuase I start listening to it this mont. But it's really cool.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24415925-114294992757052333?l=9evanescence9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/114294992757052333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24415925&amp;postID=114294992757052333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114294992757052333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114294992757052333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-this-is-my-second-post-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09595886437496751249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415925.post-114288410055750400</id><published>2006-03-20T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:48:20.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm Nicolás, I live in Argentina and I'm 13.&lt;br /&gt;I love gothic tock and punk rock, like evanescence, nightwish and within temptation^^.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know what to post in this coment, I have a Fotolog, and I all time have this problem.&lt;br /&gt;I have to study a lot, so this is the end of mi first coment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24415925-114288410055750400?l=9evanescence9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/feeds/114288410055750400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24415925&amp;postID=114288410055750400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114288410055750400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24415925/posts/default/114288410055750400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9evanescence9.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi-im-nicols-i-live-in-argentina-and.html' title=''/><author><name>9evanescence9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112557509075174481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09595886437496751249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>