<?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-2329598802787281381</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:06:58.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Slaughter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Manga Critic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkmGThDzcs/Twqj9ROJ3LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XihBqZhAgto/s220/53%2Bmisc.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329598802787281381.post-3366794332373127410</id><published>2011-06-03T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T02:30:33.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American idol S10 LOLments.</title><content type='html'>Casey: The other contestants can't make fun of me, look at this face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty: Casey Abrams, is.... unusual. (Strokes fake beard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: (Puts on fake beard) And he's SO talented, doesn't even realize how talented he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey: (put on fake beard on his real beard and wears sunglasses) He, is weird sometimes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty: (getting ready to play the melodica; looks at the melodica) I'm not putting my mouth on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: (Plays "mary had a little lamb")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: I don't think I'll go with the beard this week! (Grabs and throws fake beard on the floor; plays the melodica crazily) Scoody bee bu MMMM!!!! MMM!!!!! AAAAH! AAAAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey: You think it's funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: Oh yeah, I think it's really funny, heheheheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey: (slaps James on the cheek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty: I don't NEEEEED no doctor! Ooooh! (Gets chased by Casey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;/HR&gt;Scotty: Everybody's gonna try to pull some jokes on me. They gonna try to be funny. Probably won't be funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley: The Scotty McCreery guide to holding the microphone. (Shrugs eyebrows) Yeah baby. (evil laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefano: Scotty McCreery (shrugs eyebrows) Scotty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty: Now who doesn't want to hold their mic like a flute? I think it has character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;/HR&gt;Scotty: I think the universal term for Jacob Lusk... is diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey: Yegidy yegidy ye&lt;br /&gt;James: Yegidy yegidy&lt;br /&gt;Haley: Yegidy yegidy ye ye yeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey and Scotty: yaaa aaaa aaaaaaahh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;/HR&gt;Lauren: I already fell down, 10 flights of stairs on national television, so what more can they do to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty: Lauren Alaina, do we have enough tape to do this? (evil grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: I can't reeeeely dow lauuuren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty: She'll talk your ears off, whether you WANT to hear it, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty: Hey America, how ya'll doing? I'm just great talking to you guys. Just like Lauren Alaina's always talking to me during class, (scenery changes) just talking about absolutely nothing at all, she's just talking, talkin', talkin', talkin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;/HR&gt;Scotty: YAAAHHHH!!! (bends backwards onto the bed) Look at that back bend! James, are you kidding me????? Where you at, James? Where am I at? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: Once the scarve is perfectly placed, you are ready to rock it. (Places scarves) Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey: whats up﻿ with the scarves James Durbin, stop it! (Goes dancing around with a bunch of scarves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;/HR&gt;Scotty: Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: Meoawrrr (Does cat paw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: If Haley says something and nobody hears it the first time, she's gonna say it again. Eha, hey, did ya'll see that? (looks down in silence) Eha, hey, did ya'll see that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;/HR&gt;James: I'm not gonna say that STEFANO IS A REALLY BIG FLIRT. I'm not gonna sa that STEFANO IS A REALLY BIG FLIRT. I'm not gonna say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty: He's... very confident about himself. He's not afraid to go to the pool and take his shirt off sloooooowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329598802787281381-3366794332373127410?l=x-ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/feeds/3366794332373127410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329598802787281381&amp;postID=3366794332373127410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/3366794332373127410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/3366794332373127410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/2011/06/american-idol-s10-lolments.html' title='American idol S10 LOLments.'/><author><name>The Manga Critic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkmGThDzcs/Twqj9ROJ3LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XihBqZhAgto/s220/53%2Bmisc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329598802787281381.post-1697856978464301843</id><published>2011-03-17T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T06:53:38.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love like no other.</title><content type='html'>When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "why?" I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "you are not a man!" That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. &lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. &lt;br /&gt;Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, "daddy is holding mommy in his arms!" His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, "don't tell our son about the divorce." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. &lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. &lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all her dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me, she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart that it was killing her from the inside out. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, "Dad, it's time to carry mom out." &lt;br /&gt;To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly. It was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, "I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy." I drove to office, jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind. I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, "sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore." She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. "Do you have a fever?" She asked looking puzzled. I moved her hand off my forehead. "Sorry, Jane", I said, "I won't divorce." "My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart." I added softly. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way back, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, "I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart." &lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home smiling, flowers in my hands, I run upstairs, only to find my wife in bed - dead.&lt;br /&gt;My wife had been fighting cancer for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce. At least, in the eyes of our son, I'm a loving husband. The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329598802787281381-1697856978464301843?l=x-ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/feeds/1697856978464301843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329598802787281381&amp;postID=1697856978464301843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/1697856978464301843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/1697856978464301843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-like-no-other.html' title='Love like no other.'/><author><name>The Manga Critic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkmGThDzcs/Twqj9ROJ3LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XihBqZhAgto/s220/53%2Bmisc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329598802787281381.post-6042286165894157279</id><published>2011-03-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:39:49.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Japan.</title><content type='html'>People normally ask what religion are you, they don't ask why you're that religion. Asking that would just make someone look rude. But, let's say someone does ask that question. Doesn't take a person with the IQ of Einstein to guess that the most probable reply to why someone is that particular religion is "My parents are ABCians so I'm ABCian too."&lt;br /&gt;That's not very logical now is it? For instance, what if I said, "my XXX is ?? years old and he/she takes drugs, smoke and is now in jail so when I reach the same age that XXX is now, I'll take drugs, smoke and go to jail too. Yippee, doesn't that sound fun? Let's all do that and fill up the creepy looking hotel!"&lt;br /&gt;What about this, "I go to church so I'm Christian. I go to the temple so I'm a Buddhist/Taoist." Isn't that like saying "I was born in Africa so I'm Black", "I was born a Gemini so since I don't currently have a twin, my mum must have killed the poor dude... police!!!" or "I joined the Leo Club so now I'm a lion, hear me roar!" Really now, going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car. &lt;br /&gt;Or say the reply goes as follows, "I sincerely believe I am ABC even though I don't act like a/an ABCian, but in the end, it's the sincerity that matters ain't it?" That's basically saying "I sincerely think this is water, so instead of checking whether or not it really is water, I drink it. Too bad it turned out to be rat poison and now I'm sincerely dead." It's like someone saying "3 time's a charm so I tell myself I'm 40 kilos 3 times a day to make myself believe it." &lt;br /&gt;Take this other example of an answer. "The ABCian's book of ABCness says I cannot drink alcohol, smoke or flirt with pretty women. Since I don't do that, I'm an ABCian. All I do is sniff glue and annoy the neighbors with my Karaoke prowess."&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S: Prayers for Japan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="329" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/80CH_XkpSCE" title="YouTube video player" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Japan's most powerful earthquake since records began has struck the north-east coast, triggering a massive tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;Cars, ships and buildings were swept away by a wall of water after the 8.9-magnitude tremor, which struck about 400km (250 miles) north-east of Tokyo. A state of emergency has been declared at a nuclear power plant, where pressure has exceeded normal levels. Officials say 350 people are dead and about 500 missing, but it is feared the final death toll will be much higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-pacific-12709598"&gt;» Continue reading.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329598802787281381-6042286165894157279?l=x-ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/feeds/6042286165894157279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329598802787281381&amp;postID=6042286165894157279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/6042286165894157279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/6042286165894157279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/2011/03/religion.html' title='Prayers for Japan.'/><author><name>The Manga Critic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkmGThDzcs/Twqj9ROJ3LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XihBqZhAgto/s220/53%2Bmisc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/80CH_XkpSCE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329598802787281381.post-2331938384391825210</id><published>2011-03-05T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:20:43.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/281/2198/400/101.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best A.I Quotes from the contestants:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovany: You want me to look at the red light... or the camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey: I think me and Randy have this connection since we both play bass... I think I might play upright bass a little bit better than him... We should have a bass off! That's the only way to settle it. You hear that Randy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey: I look like a guy who slacks... and is very lazy, and I look like someone who couldn't do anything in life but maybe... serve burgers? I do not have the traditional 'American Idol' look. I'm a lumberjack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Like a, like a.. some kind of chicken arm going on or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: There's a blue carpet. It's kinda like a red carpet... only it's blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: James! Look over here, Country Living! It's like... why would I want to be in Country Living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett: This whole thing has brought me from being a burnt cookie in the batch to being a burnt cookie with frosting on top. I'm like the rainbow cookie in a pile of chocolate chip cookies. I'm like that cookie cupcake with the frosting on it and designs. Hehee, I like cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL xDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329598802787281381-2331938384391825210?l=x-ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/feeds/2331938384391825210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329598802787281381&amp;postID=2331938384391825210&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/2331938384391825210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/2331938384391825210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/2011/03/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>The Manga Critic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkmGThDzcs/Twqj9ROJ3LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XihBqZhAgto/s220/53%2Bmisc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329598802787281381.post-2348630108710161150</id><published>2011-02-26T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T07:01:20.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's on drugs, this I'm sure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/ashley-sullivan-hollywood-week-ai10-500x424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/ashley-sullivan-hollywood-week-ai10-500x424.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/02/24/article-1360129-0D554E15000005DC-843_634x428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/02/24/article-1360129-0D554E15000005DC-843_634x428.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See? Doesn't she look like she's been on drugs or should at least have been featured in the movie "Psycho"? Ha ha, okay, very mean, insensitive and cruel of me. But I have to say, I pity her new husband.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, she got married on the very day she had her last audition. And in the exact same wedding chapel where Britney Spears had her 55-hour marriage to Jason Alexander. But of course, she did say Britney Spears was her idol. And I don't think she meant the "early" Britney either. From what I can see, she probably meant the bald, umbrella wielding, car-smashing Britney. After all, you don't see many brides that would tell their sweet hubby-to-be "Now I don't care if you get cold feet, you're going through with this, or I'll kill you in your sleep...... my precious." Oh yeah, the last bit definitely makes the poor guy feel much more secure. And in typical kooky fashion, one of the witnesses to the wedding is Dave The American Idol Cameraman! Why not? I think this Iraq War veteran (David Suraiva) is having second thoughts. I mean, what bride says "This has been great and fun, and getting married was a blast, but I have a really big day tomorrow so bye!" and then proceeds to leaves their new husband standing at the altar looking like an idiot? Yup, romance is dead to me. I mean, come on, look at the poor guy! He looked so lost. You can't honestly say you don't feel the slightest sympathy for him. &lt;i&gt;D:&lt;/i&gt; Oh well, all good things must come to an end. The "emotional time-bomb (dubbed by Ryan Seacrest) was sent packing that very night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Medina won Lopez's heart and touched viewers with the heart-breaking story of his fiancé Juliana, who suffered severe brain damage in a car crash shortly before their wedding in 2009. Now confined to a wheelchair she cannot live independently, and needs round the clock care from the devoted Medina, along with her mother. But with just 24 places to fill, Lopez and her fellow judges had to be ruthless after hearing the final 63 perform on the stage in Las Vegas. Chris took the news with grace but Jennifer was reduced to sobbing after his departure. Steven Tyler and Randy Jackson tried in vain to console her as she questioned the manner in which she broke the news, wishing she had handled it differently. Idol ends before the resolution of Lopez's emotional outburst, suggesting that perhaps JLo may not be able to go on with her job. Lopez sobbed 'I don't want to do this anymore', as she was comforted by fellow judges Steven Tyler and Randy Jackson. She told Medina "It was honestly a pleasure to meet you, someone like you, that was a blessing for me." After he walked away she sobbed "I just feel like I didn't tell him in the right way. I felt so bad. I don't want to do this anymore...I can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1360129/American-Idols-24-Sobbing-Jennifer-Lopez-sends-home-Chris-Medina.html"&gt;» Continue reading.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Chris Medina getting cut made me cry. It's just so sad, but I'm glad the judges were being honest, though I did think he should have made it through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329598802787281381-2348630108710161150?l=x-ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/feeds/2348630108710161150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329598802787281381&amp;postID=2348630108710161150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/2348630108710161150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/2348630108710161150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/2011/02/shes-on-drugs-this-im-sure.html' title='She&apos;s on drugs, this I&apos;m sure.'/><author><name>The Manga Critic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkmGThDzcs/Twqj9ROJ3LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XihBqZhAgto/s220/53%2Bmisc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329598802787281381.post-8051938800864766350</id><published>2011-02-18T23:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:05:03.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Flint area ‘American Idol’ fans were amused by their favorite judge Steven Tyler going center stage with Lauren Alaina and her gang during Hollywood group rounds last night.  One local viewer said, ‘That number was terrific.  It was fun to see Steven soak up the attention.  I loved the one girl playing with his hair.  He really is some kind of wonderful for the show.’  Another Flint ‘Idol’/Tyler fan said, ‘Steven Tyler was such a good sport.  I loved him singing along.  Lauren seems like such a natural.  I think Steven was right and she’s going to go really far.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/tv-in-flint/american-idol-fans-dub-steven-tyler-some-kind-of-wonderful"&gt;» Continue reading.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the group that serenaded Steven Tyler were good &lt;i&gt;D:&lt;/i&gt; But I guess not good enough huh? Or maybe there was a little jealousy? But I wouldn't know. &lt;i&gt;-shrugs-&lt;/i&gt; Ha ha, I love Steven Tyler's expressions! &lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="540" height="329" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YX-F7iEjCME" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, all the remaining contestants take on tunes from &lt;b&gt;"The Beatles"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;List of people I hope go through to the next round: Casey Abrams, Scotty McCreery, Jacee Badeaux, Brett Loewenstern, Jacob Lusk, Chris Medina and Thia Megia.&lt;br /&gt;List of people that I wished went through to the next round: Rob Bolin, Chelsee Oaks, Jacqueline Dunford, Mark Gutierrez, Aaron Gutierrez, Emily Anne Reed, Paris Tassin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Casey Abrams &lt;i&gt;:D&lt;/i&gt; He's awesome, he's voice is like the reincarnation of amazing! Oh, and his expression is beyond description, ha ha. He doesn't look 19 though. How does his eyes turn so moon-shape? LOL, "Am I like Neil Armstrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="540" height="329" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h53sjzphlCI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329598802787281381-8051938800864766350?l=x-ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/feeds/8051938800864766350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329598802787281381&amp;postID=8051938800864766350&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/8051938800864766350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/8051938800864766350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/2011/02/sing-for-laughter-sing-for-tears.html' title='Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears.'/><author><name>The Manga Critic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkmGThDzcs/Twqj9ROJ3LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XihBqZhAgto/s220/53%2Bmisc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YX-F7iEjCME/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329598802787281381.post-6554426906989640893</id><published>2011-02-16T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T06:08:08.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He jacked the little bitty baby.</title><content type='html'>Yay, American Idol today (and tomorrow). LOL, that's the only two days I get my Steven Tyler fix &lt;i&gt;:x&lt;/i&gt; Not only that, school's Accounts class has been canceled for today. Oh well, can't be helped, I'm such a weirdo that way. Having tuition tonight, ain't life a *itch sometimes? Good thing there was assembly and Physics class today, less homework, less books to bring and less stress. Dammit, my time table's so pack this year. &lt;i&gt;-sad face-&lt;/i&gt; Tuition everyday, Sunday included. Taking 2 extra subjects (Chinese and Accounts) besides all my already-screwing-with-my-brain science stream subjects. I'm dying a slow and painful death. Figuratively speaking of course.&lt;br /&gt;As some people would have realize, (no, you don' even have to be particularly observant, it's everywhere.) &lt;b&gt;VEVO&lt;/b&gt; has bought a lot of music so that it would be legal on Youtube. The pro's and con's come naturally. &lt;b&gt;Pros:&lt;/b&gt; Plenty of music is now &lt;b&gt;legal&lt;/b&gt; to be watched on Youtube. &lt;b&gt;Cons:&lt;/b&gt; A lot of music videos other Youtube member's put up have been deemed illegal and has been banned because of copyright reasons. Apart from that, music videos which have generated a lot of hits have been removed/ taken down so it looks like he "views" only rose after VEVO took over. But in truth, it had more hits/views than that originally, VEVO is just jealous and is having their *other*ucker moment because they(?) want to make sure VEVO posts videos with the most hits/views. It makes them look good, and feel good and so in their twisted mind, they think they're good. &lt;i&gt;-shrugs-&lt;/i&gt; Who doesn't want popularity eh? Too bad they seem to be generating more hate than love. But of course, their advertising is mostly to blame for this. I mean, seriously, no matter how coincidentally appropriate, I don't find a background advertising "&lt;s&gt;One Time - Justin Bieber&lt;/s&gt;" very appealing when I'm watching the music video of "&lt;font color="#B38481"&gt;Dude looks like a lady - Aerosmith&lt;/font&gt;". Neither do I want an advertisement for "&lt;s&gt;Not afraid - Eminem&lt;/s&gt;" to pop-up when I'm absorbed in the music video for "&lt;font color="#B38481"&gt;Janie's got a gun - Aerosmith&lt;/font&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329598802787281381-6554426906989640893?l=x-ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/feeds/6554426906989640893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329598802787281381&amp;postID=6554426906989640893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/6554426906989640893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/6554426906989640893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-jacked-little-bitty-baby.html' title='He jacked the little bitty baby.'/><author><name>The Manga Critic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkmGThDzcs/Twqj9ROJ3LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XihBqZhAgto/s220/53%2Bmisc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329598802787281381.post-2665951430961913612</id><published>2011-02-14T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:30:45.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to miss a thing.</title><content type='html'>Hello, quick post here to wish everyone, whether single or attached a very &lt;b&gt;Happy Valentine's Day ♥&lt;/b&gt; Enjoy yourselves but don't eat too much chocolate or drink too much beer or you'll get fat fat fat :D Anyhow, I've got to go, having classes today. (I know, sucks right?) Pining for Ferrero Roche and some Heineken now.&lt;br /&gt;Was re-watching American Idol episodes and found the beggining of on particular episode pretty funny, though not for the person who was video-ed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;"Just because someone farts, let them finish singing OKAY??" Rofl, no class.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Seoson 10 of American Idol Part 7 too. Inessa Lee is undoubtedly cute with her baby doll face, large blue eyes, canine fangs and nice accent, but she can't really sing. She does do very good Betty Boop impressions though (Boo Boo Bi Dupe), and she's a good belly dancer. :P For all the guys, you can look for her music videos on Youtube and her "shower scenes". Honestly, her words, not mine. Type in "Inessa Lee" and it should give you quite a plentiful result. And if you're wondering why a Ukrainian has the surname "Lee", that's because she's married to a Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Let me know what you think of my new blogger layout :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329598802787281381-2665951430961913612?l=x-ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/feeds/2665951430961913612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329598802787281381&amp;postID=2665951430961913612&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/2665951430961913612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/2665951430961913612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day-everyone.html' title='I don&apos;t want to miss a thing.'/><author><name>The Manga Critic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkmGThDzcs/Twqj9ROJ3LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XihBqZhAgto/s220/53%2Bmisc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329598802787281381.post-1406577871960287958</id><published>2011-02-10T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:30:35.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steven Tyler.</title><content type='html'>I ♥ Steven Tyler!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I wanna marry him, haha, even if he &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; old enough to be my grandpa :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've accomplished today:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, bathe, ate breakfast, went to church, ate Japanese meal for lunch, came back, bathe and then I've been online all the way up to now. What the falala, my exam's coming soon, but that information hasn't sunk in yet which explains my super lax mood. I've got Malay tuition tonight but I don't feel like going :/ The only tuition I ever enjoy going to is my Japanese language class, yeah, *ucked up right? The only language I suck to the extreme at and I enjoy going for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Tyler Quotes:-&lt;br /&gt;"Sing like you do, when no one is watching"&lt;br /&gt;"Did you eat a lot of paint chips as a child?"&lt;br /&gt;"What we have here is a failure to communicate."&lt;br /&gt;"Whats with the joo-joo-bees on your ooh-ooh-bees?"&lt;br /&gt;"We're all here because we're not all there."&lt;br /&gt;"You know what they say about little hats...they're great for a little ****"&lt;br /&gt;"Slap that baby on the a** and call me Christmas"&lt;br /&gt;"Well hellfire saved matches, f*** a duck and see what hatches"&lt;br /&gt;"So coach, did you ever paddle his a**?"&lt;br /&gt;"My hair conditioner is called -makes chicken noises-. That's actually written on the bottle"&lt;br /&gt;"All of the isms and non of the wasms"&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, did you hit your head on the way in here?"&lt;br /&gt;"You should be arrested for that voice... Do you have handcuffs?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329598802787281381-1406577871960287958?l=x-ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/feeds/1406577871960287958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329598802787281381&amp;postID=1406577871960287958&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/1406577871960287958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/1406577871960287958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/2011/02/american-idol.html' title='Steven Tyler.'/><author><name>The Manga Critic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkmGThDzcs/Twqj9ROJ3LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XihBqZhAgto/s220/53%2Bmisc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329598802787281381.post-1673583952541024009</id><published>2011-01-01T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:30:26.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New year means: booze, new clothes, fireworks, money, champagne, holiday, cheer, beer, friends, liberty, grape wine, going crazy, new resolutions, growing older etc. So in other words, new year is a time for fun fun, not to be left out like a dumb dumb. &lt;i&gt;-smiley face-&lt;/i&gt; It's also for the "anti-social" to have their annual socializing. (I'm not sure whether I'm talking about myself or my brother because I've become pretty anti-social of late.) But of course, for people in Asia, 1st of January isn't exactly New Year so... what we think of is: school's reopening soon, new class, new books, more subjects to take, starting tuition, busy busy bee. Yup, I'm such a killjoy. Anyway, enjoy your New Year everybody, let the festive mood run wild for just a little longer. Hopefully it'll be contagious enough that the authorities decides to give us an extra week of holiday. Har har, yeah right, no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, the fireworks are scaring my poor Tracy. All my dogs are fireworks-phobic. I guess they'll all be sleeping in my room tonight, Dumpy won't like that. Too bad, you can't please everybody, heheh. There's a gloom settling on me today, what a *ucking party pooper. &lt;i&gt;-thumbs down-&lt;/i&gt; Listen to a really interesting song today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="540" height="329" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tGpLHj-MVtk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329598802787281381-1673583952541024009?l=x-ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/feeds/1673583952541024009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329598802787281381&amp;postID=1673583952541024009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/1673583952541024009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/1673583952541024009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-wearing-out-things-that-nobody.html' title='New Year.'/><author><name>The Manga Critic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkmGThDzcs/Twqj9ROJ3LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XihBqZhAgto/s220/53%2Bmisc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tGpLHj-MVtk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329598802787281381.post-8690049175612995237</id><published>2010-12-24T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:30:18.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List.</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas I would like: one Canon EOS 5D Mark II, an iPhone 4, a HTC Pure, a Samsung Focus, one Xbox 360, a MacBook Pro 17-inch, a Lenovo ThinkPad T400, a Monster Hunter Freedom Unite (PSP Game, ha ha), one Apple MC497LL/A Tablet, 1 Adobe Photoshop CS5, and also Adobe Illustrator CS5, and Paint Tool SAI, oh, oh, and a cute female German Shepherd :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, ♥ Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if angels did not pay attention to &lt;br /&gt;All the things that we wished they would always do&lt;br /&gt;What if happiness came in a cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;Then I think there is something we all forgot&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if presents all went away&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what would you find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd see that today holds something special&lt;br /&gt;Something holy, not superficial&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives&lt;br /&gt;It's something we all try to ignore&lt;br /&gt;And put a wreath up on your door&lt;br /&gt;So here's something you should know that is for sure&lt;br /&gt;Christmas must be something more"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329598802787281381-8690049175612995237?l=x-ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/feeds/8690049175612995237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329598802787281381&amp;postID=8690049175612995237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/8690049175612995237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329598802787281381/posts/default/8690049175612995237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-ss.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas List.'/><author><name>The Manga Critic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PkmGThDzcs/Twqj9ROJ3LI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XihBqZhAgto/s220/53%2Bmisc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
