<?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-20583122</id><updated>2011-11-15T10:02:01.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Place the Roses and Chocolates on the Piano</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-3113120828205183011</id><published>2008-10-15T11:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:32:12.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoning this blog...</title><content type='html'>It's senior year in college, and i've gone back to good ol' pen and paper for my diary purposes. I am not cooking this semester as it's a hobby that takes up an entire closet, but we do have a clean kitchen so perhaps next semester. I'm just having this thing to comment on FoodWishes and Lightningismygirl. Toodles ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burdastyle.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.burdastyle.com/images/badges/burdastyle_badge300x250_ani.gif" width="300" height="250" border="0" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-3113120828205183011?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3113120828205183011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=3113120828205183011' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/3113120828205183011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/3113120828205183011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2008/10/abandoning-this-blog.html' title='Abandoning this blog...'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-1322013172070302068</id><published>2007-09-11T18:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:54:41.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Junior Year!</title><content type='html'>It's my third year at college, and I thought, after two years of being forced to eat the school food, that I would gradually add in a little cooking to my schedule. The very first thing I cooked was plain ol' spaghetti! But boy was it delicious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Barilla thin spaghetti noodles and Barilla sauce. I added this fancy organic, Italian Extra Virgin Olive Oil with the fancy top spout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/31AQGQ8XJ0L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/31AQGQ8XJ0L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to the pasta water. Then I added more EVOO to the sauce. And cut up a piece of fried chicken breast (ingenious use of Cracker Barrel leftovers, if I do say so myself), and it became the best tasting thing I’ve ever consumed on campus! I didn't even add any spices (I don't have any, limited space (dorm room) and poor organizational skills). My boyfriend said it was way too olive-oily. This is probably because his mom has a very light touch when it comes to flavor intensity. However, I am the chef, I make it to MY tastes, and I could barely even taste the olive oil (I only used about two tablespoons total one for pasta water, and one for sauce). It freaks me out how much he disliked it, and how varying tastes can be (especially because I’m just starting this whole cooking thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second attempt was.... ew. I made Japanese curry the same way I always do (except with chicken instead of beef). I think the chicken made the sauce less robust. It just tasted off. This has been my favorite dish for the past decade and I haven't touched my most recent attempt since I've made it (over a week ago). I put the container in the freezer, hoping the colder weather will made me crave stew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only other recipe is ramen. It's okay all by itself, but drop in an egg to poach (or strips of fried egg), green onion, or spam (yes, spam. It's good if you fry it with jasmine rice also - try it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I am armed with, cooking-wise is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-one pot w/lid&lt;br /&gt;-a nonstick crepe pan (I have no idea, we use it to cook breakfast food on : eggs, scrapple, bacon, pancakes. It is probably horrible misuse, but hey! It’s getting used!)&lt;br /&gt;-a vegetable peeler&lt;br /&gt;-the smallest cutting board you've ever seen ever&lt;br /&gt;-a chopping knife&lt;br /&gt;-I had a wooden spoon, but bits of it broke off in to the curry (scary! i threw that cheapie away!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-1322013172070302068?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1322013172070302068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=1322013172070302068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/1322013172070302068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/1322013172070302068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-junior-year.html' title='It&apos;s Junior Year!'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-2038013167362650841</id><published>2007-03-22T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T01:25:04.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Spring Break, bored as hell</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to get back to my dorm so that I can add on 200GB! and here my music on my new speakers. Still can't figure out the iAudio thinger. I think I have permanent brain damage from having an iPod (that crappered out) first. I got a kick out of seeing "Root" on my screen, how lame is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom come baaaaack, I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-2038013167362650841?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2038013167362650841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=2038013167362650841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/2038013167362650841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/2038013167362650841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-spring-break-bored-as-hell.html' title='On Spring Break, bored as hell'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-7704522781938835019</id><published>2007-03-14T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:19:38.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuffle Survey!</title><content type='html'>time to relax....&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How am I feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Howl - Queensriche (yeah, I totally am feeling that, in so many ways)&lt;br /&gt;2. Will I get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Slaves Shall Serve - Behemoth (fuck, not very far)&lt;br /&gt;3. How do my friends see me?&lt;br /&gt;Dirrty - Christina Aguilera (they do? but I'm so innocent...)&lt;br /&gt;4. Will I get married?&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I did it again - Children of Bodom (guess it won't work out so well :/)&lt;br /&gt;5. What's my theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Sweating Bullets - Megadeth (I'm not sure what this phrase means, nervousness? well, then, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Communication Breakdown - Sebastian Bach (*tear*, yeah, boys don't do that well)&lt;br /&gt;7. How am I in bed?&lt;br /&gt;Brave New World - Charlotte Church (um, not really)&lt;br /&gt;8. How can I get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Better - The Postal Service (er.. makes no sense)&lt;br /&gt;9. What is my best feature?&lt;br /&gt;Time To Say Goodbye - Sarah Brightman (no! I'm better at saying "Hello")&lt;br /&gt;10. How is today going to be?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell the man in the street - Kristen Chenoweth&lt;br /&gt;11. What is my life like at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;[i will love you] Till the End of Time - Mariah Carey (yesssss!!!)&lt;br /&gt;12. What song describes my secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Casualy of Love - Charlotte Church&lt;br /&gt;13. What is my current lover like?&lt;br /&gt;Cosmos - t.A.T.u (lol, an alien!! rwar!)&lt;br /&gt;14. What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Burning my Soul - Dream Theater (oh no, the WORST possible song. *tear*)&lt;br /&gt;15.How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me- Destiny's Child (too shy, I suppose)&lt;br /&gt;16. Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Trust - Megadeth (as long as I have this?)&lt;br /&gt;17. What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;The Flower Duet - Charlotte Church (um)&lt;br /&gt;18. Will I accomplish my goals in life?&lt;br /&gt;Why Not - Hillary Duff (I'll have to take some chances)&lt;br /&gt;19. Will I find true love?&lt;br /&gt;Wierd Divide - The Shins (I don't like the sound of that)&lt;br /&gt;20. How do I treat others?&lt;br /&gt;Redeemer - Marilyn Manson (erm?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-7704522781938835019?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7704522781938835019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=7704522781938835019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/7704522781938835019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/7704522781938835019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2007/03/shuffle-survey.html' title='Shuffle Survey!'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-7846436990105856690</id><published>2007-03-14T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:54:29.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please do us all a favor</title><content type='html'>I'm annoyed to no end of the constant and blatant misspelling and short-hand on comments and in forums. The subject no longer is the picture, video, or the topic, it's momentarily interrupted by huge and ignorant mistakes in grammar and spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, in God's name, do you expect your opinion to be recognized if you're giving yourself the air of* ignorance and stupidity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cool-teens.com/forum/showthread.php?t=57662&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(french expression, sorry, don't know how to put it into American colloquialism)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-7846436990105856690?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7846436990105856690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=7846436990105856690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/7846436990105856690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/7846436990105856690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-do-us-all-favor.html' title='Please do us all a favor'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-1863217450310142019</id><published>2007-03-13T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:25:27.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's having kids before getting married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://perezhilton.com/upload/2007/03/family_day_out/brangelinaaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://perezhilton.com/upload/2007/03/family_day_out/brangelinaaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand this new trend of having kids without being married! My puzzlement has nothing to do with religion, it has to do with lack of security. Perhaps it's because my mom and my dad were just going out when they had me, and soon split, but I just don't get it. It's happening all in Hollywood and all in my family too. I guess no one else sees it like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are both the legal parents of Madix, Zahara, Shiloh, and a new kid, Tax from Vietnam. First of all, normal people can't adopt children unless they are married, because it is a secure environment, so they faniggled some strange agreement, AND had their very own baby that Angelina gave birth to. Yet, they don't feel the need to get married, because they aren't tied to each other, they are tied to their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even have 3 cousins who each have 2 children with their significant other. One of them has been dating the same guy since I could remember (over 11 years) and now have children, but aren't married yet. They might say that they just "know" that they are going to get stay together forever, but why not proclaim is openly and make a promise in front of everyone if you know that so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnD8k8U2m0A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnD8k8U2m0A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the lovely Charlotte Church is going to have a child with the guys she's been dating for 2 years, and living with for a year, Gavin Henson. Since she's at the very beginnings of her pregnancy, I wonder if they will get married before she gives birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the perspective of someone who has a single parent, i don't get it. There's almost nothing holding someone from leaving someone else if they aren't married. If you're reading this, please openly proclaim your love for someone by marrying them before you have a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-1863217450310142019?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1863217450310142019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=1863217450310142019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/1863217450310142019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/1863217450310142019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2007/03/everybodys-having-kids-before-getting.html' title='Everybody&apos;s having kids before getting married!'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-3176928088395140989</id><published>2007-02-24T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:32:03.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosplay is incredible</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how people can transform themselves to look like animé characters. Beautiful and strange when done with care and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/ReD0S_oVi-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/iBpBTM1Q4Nw/s1600-h/Chun-Li_(CvS).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/ReD0S_oVi-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/iBpBTM1Q4Nw/s400/Chun-Li_(CvS).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035292990555655138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/ReD0FfoVi9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/XE-BElJwcPw/s1600-h/Cosplay_by_Ruri_Ume.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/ReD0FfoVi9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/XE-BElJwcPw/s400/Cosplay_by_Ruri_Ume.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035292758627421138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/ReD0qPoVi_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/DECAvZl84fw/s1600-h/Past__Present_and_Future_by_WindoftheStars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/ReD0qPoVi_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/DECAvZl84fw/s400/Past__Present_and_Future_by_WindoftheStars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035293389987613682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/ReDz9_oVi8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VnI-Zzfxh6U/s1600-h/Orochimaru_Cosplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/ReDz9_oVi8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VnI-Zzfxh6U/s400/Orochimaru_Cosplay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035292629778402242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I miss Japan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-3176928088395140989?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3176928088395140989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=3176928088395140989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/3176928088395140989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/3176928088395140989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2007/02/cosplay-is-incredible.html' title='Cosplay is incredible'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/ReD0S_oVi-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/iBpBTM1Q4Nw/s72-c/Chun-Li_(CvS).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-1239385440024782545</id><published>2007-02-08T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:13:52.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of things have been bothering me lately</title><content type='html'>You know what's wierd?... being shutup by your boyfriend whenever you make a comment. Yes, whenever I have been seeing obscene things lately and start to comment, he puts his hand over my mouth. I mean, there's usually other people in the room. But is it so ridiculous to go "ew" when there's "Gay Hard" thrusting girating his groin into some 4 year old's face (while in black leather hot pants). Apparently I'm too christian and it's just supposed to be "funny" so "lighten up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in books in movies and there might be a characer who's kept his opinions to himself and when he finally stands up for himself, the crowd and reader cheer him on. Well I want to speak my mind and I don't want to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really gets me is when people bash Christianity, we're just supposed to sit there and take and, lest we have the audacity to speak up for ourselves, then we're just being "racist" and "judgemental" and "trying to control everyone". *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-1239385440024782545?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1239385440024782545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=1239385440024782545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/1239385440024782545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/1239385440024782545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2007/02/lot-of-things-have-been-bothering-me.html' title='A lot of things have been bothering me lately'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-2539181936255467869</id><published>2007-02-01T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:51:22.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Hello Kitty as much as much as any cuteness-obsessed person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/RcKY7m8CWuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pigmhAcuVCc/s1600-h/Hello_Kitty_Wedding_Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/RcKY7m8CWuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pigmhAcuVCc/s400/Hello_Kitty_Wedding_Dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026748283930958562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is just ridiculous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-2539181936255467869?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2539181936255467869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=2539181936255467869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/2539181936255467869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/2539181936255467869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-hello-kitty-as-much-as-much-as.html' title='I love Hello Kitty as much as much as any cuteness-obsessed person...'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/RcKY7m8CWuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pigmhAcuVCc/s72-c/Hello_Kitty_Wedding_Dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-6813185046297912675</id><published>2006-12-19T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:41:28.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up, Parents</title><content type='html'>In the days of kings and queens, couple got married in their teens. Ignore the short life span, the famines, and the arranged marriages because the one positive thing is that they didn't have to suppress their sexual feelings for very long. I mean, about the time that they started wanting some whoopy, they got it. There was no coersion about waiting for some 10 years before you got married or some crazy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today's society is the "ideal christian environment".  We have to wait longer and longer until we get married, ie sex. And it's hard to supress something like that, if you've got a good head on your shoulders or not, it's a little difficult to ignore a natural instinct that seems so wonderful and misterious. It's like a pandora's box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't even let me get started when the parents get angry about it. First of all, it's none of their business, second they more than likely didn't wait until marriage or were perfect angels. That whole "Do as I say do, not as I do" is bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-6813185046297912675?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6813185046297912675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=6813185046297912675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/6813185046297912675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/6813185046297912675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2006/12/shut-up-parents.html' title='Shut up, Parents'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-718875093937411994</id><published>2006-12-11T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T03:38:10.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a minute ago...</title><content type='html'>I got toothpaste on my shirt for the first time. And as I stood there thinking and staring at the seafoam green against amethyst I verified that it was indeed the first time I'd EVER done that. and you know what?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucked&lt;br /&gt;:-p night, night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-718875093937411994?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/718875093937411994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=718875093937411994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/718875093937411994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/718875093937411994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-minute-ago.html' title='Just a minute ago...'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-1566655674722102366</id><published>2006-12-07T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T08:32:11.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caridee Won!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/page/images/topmodel/photos/CariDee_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/page/images/topmodel/photos/CariDee_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddities of Oddities Google &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2079747/"&gt;bought blogger&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho yay! for Caridee. I love that girl... &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HEATHE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/page/images/topmodel/photos/CariDee_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/page/images/topmodel/photos/CariDee_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/page/images/topmodel/photos/CariDee_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/page/images/topmodel/photos/CariDee_11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/page/images/topmodel/photos/CariDee_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/page/images/topmodel/photos/CariDee_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/page/images/topmodel/photos/CariDee_11.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sure that Tyra would have Eugena in the top 2 just because she needed to "represent" or whatever, but shocked me when she chose Melrose. I loved the face of Caridee and Eugena when that happen. Like "No way! That bitch". But Melrose really did have some fabulous pictures and might have been one of the few human fashion encylopedias in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anyone else think that Caridee is like Adrianne from season 1, and Melrose is like Lisa from season 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Adrianne and Caridee have huge personalities, are tall and awkward and unafraid to be goofy. And both anything but dainty and both wanted it so bad. They both overcame huge obstacles (poorness and a skin disease). If you don't think so, go back and watch season 1. And Adrianne has been widly successful since then. I really, really hope Caridee does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melrose and Lisa were both not the most gorgeous girls in the house (first impression of Lisa was and old, old rat). Both were not liked, hardly at all. They both knew their fashion stuff backwards and forwards and they both turned out some suprisingly amazing pictures. besides all that, they both lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-1566655674722102366?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1566655674722102366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=1566655674722102366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/1566655674722102366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/1566655674722102366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2006/12/cardee-won.html' title='Caridee Won!'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-116537924066139610</id><published>2006-12-05T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:27:26.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized something. All this time I thought that I had a normal family and a good mom (and a bad, distant father), but all along I should have been one of those kids whose parents are so irresponsible that they have to pay the bills, and get a job, and cook and not be dependent on their parents at all. I never figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being selfish?? All I want is money for college, a measly amount if you ask me. I know this sounds horrible, HORRIBLE, but she gives WAY more money to her church than towards my education. And she's going on a trip that costs exactly the same amount as what I need for next semester. She claims she paid for private school (for 1.5 years) and gives me PLENTY (and this is true) of clothes(totally unneccessary considering the closets I have amassed) , magazine subscriptions fancy food and trinkets.  Then she gives herself gifts all the time. We live a very cushy life, but I have to fend for myself??? Where are her priorities. If I knew where my life would lead I would have refused every little unnessessary thing she threw my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, trying to do school work, but I can't because I am wondering how I'm going to pay for next semester. It's so messy. I already took out my first loan, it was for 9,000, by the time I pay it back, it will reach 27,000. I won't be able to sleep if I keep this up. Don't think that I'm poor scum. I'm drenched in white gold and diamonds right now, and I've read James Joyce. I'm going  to take Calc 2 next semester and own it. But none of that matters. I might have to drop out of college becauase I can't afford it! I feel like curling up and crying because it doesn't make any sense. I know life isn't all fairness, but from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's absurd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-116537924066139610?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/116537924066139610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=116537924066139610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/116537924066139610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/116537924066139610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-realized-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-116278442650858436</id><published>2006-11-05T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:40:26.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the laziest person on earth</title><content type='html'>When did I become this person?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so young and capable of doing ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;I'm swimming in a sea of oppurtunity&lt;br /&gt;but I choose to dismiss it&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather play it safe,&lt;br /&gt;and boring&lt;br /&gt;this sloth isn't me.&lt;br /&gt;am I really the jack of all trades,&lt;br /&gt;or do can I do just that one special thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm immobile, so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;I might not pretend to be worried now,&lt;br /&gt;but with this mullstone,&lt;br /&gt;and with my conscience waving a white flag,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I don't end up on the streets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-116278442650858436?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/116278442650858436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=116278442650858436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/116278442650858436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/116278442650858436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-laziest-person-on-earth.html' title='I am the laziest person on earth'/><author><name>Blood Red Roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709102090936891193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFGS8FLQwy0/SPTMmprrLjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cALNecH774o/S220/Fairy_by_Skepticalus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20583122.post-116002980678721915</id><published>2006-10-05T02:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T02:30:06.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>breaking ties has been my recent activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel in control,&lt;br /&gt;no one really does,&lt;br /&gt;but I could do better,&lt;br /&gt;and yet, I CAN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urged for pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;but didn't expect love,&lt;br /&gt;and a future.&lt;br /&gt;It's better than in stories,&lt;br /&gt;but for now it's just a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I'm anticipating the days&lt;br /&gt;where actions will show his true self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother wants to run away,&lt;br /&gt;I told her that i'm older it's okay&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful how many lives you can have in just one.&lt;br /&gt;Each one is a chance for renual.&lt;br /&gt;Just go back to Okinawa,&lt;br /&gt;where life is easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-116002980678721915?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/116002980678721915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=116002980678721915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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dark twinkling sky,&lt;br /&gt;There are fairies watching from every corner,&lt;br /&gt;But they won't tell.&lt;br /&gt;You're here as well, will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20583122-113648476796421645?l=myglasspiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myglasspiano.blogspot.com/feeds/113648476796421645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20583122&amp;postID=113648476796421645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/113648476796421645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20583122/posts/default/113648476796421645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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