<?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-4313452649992050198</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:47:59.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTITUTE OF MUSIC .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ahmad!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15309789841377438105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SRw_LVzTDqI/AAAAAAAAACY/j2vuAoTQDaY/S220/PINK+VADER+!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313452649992050198.post-7602050400483459318</id><published>2009-07-18T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:37:44.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me tell you; jamming purely rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from there. having a band seriously cool ah. better than those fuckers at school. :/ Not going to elaborate. have a sudden craving for audition. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4313452649992050198-7602050400483459318?l=iom-ahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/7602050400483459318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313452649992050198&amp;postID=7602050400483459318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/7602050400483459318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/7602050400483459318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-me-tell-you-jamming-purely-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmad!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15309789841377438105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SRw_LVzTDqI/AAAAAAAAACY/j2vuAoTQDaY/S220/PINK+VADER+!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313452649992050198.post-6542241294282556104</id><published>2009-07-01T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T04:09:57.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Okay. today was fun. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so was yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;haha. i forgot how fun school is. just the friends part. I SO love my school and friends. they are so loving, and caring.. emphasis on the LOVING and CARING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just these three days, i went out with friends after school. i so miss them all, and getting to see them is great. though, the mega-change of teachers suck. :/ what to do. but still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I SO LONG NEVER PLAY VOLLEYBALL ALREADY. Like, OMG LA. i play, at least i still can HIT the ball. i didnt miss it. :D see all the irfan play, they all so pro already. so jealous. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then, even liyana i think should be good at it already. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;on monday, met up with her ( her, can refer to two people. one, is the one i hate. the other, is the one i love. if its HER, its the one i hate. if its her, its the one i like. ). then went to school. wah, i so long never sign in, that i forgot which finger. first i used my thumb. then it access denied. then i remembered it was my index. lol. until she pass me until so far already, then i finish signing in. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;first person i saw in class? Joanna. Doing what? English composition. sitting where? her seat la, abodhen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then met with... HAZIQQQQ ! at one-oh-six. they were like copying maths. cheaters. -.-" then saw wei chun. i soo forgot how huggable that guy was. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;first period was english. but then did some admin crap. so, no english. GOOD. thank god. blablabla tiger talktalktalk, TheLee talktalktalk.. then take temperature. at first. i was so fucked man. i thought i didnt bring my thermometer. i was like.. SHIT. im so dead. then i forgot it was in my pocket. T.T like stupid like that. inside my POCKET you know. zzz. then take temp, then when i finish, cheryl was like. still measuring. omg? take so long sia she. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then it was HMT. like stupid sia. we go to EMAS, then mr sazali was there. i was like. crap la. now go where. so i called ckg marlina. then she say meet at library. then blablabla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then it was recess. woah. forgot how deli the food at school was. haha. and i had to drink green tea, due to a bet. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then it was geog. teacher the name JENNIFER. HAHAHAHA. then it was art, do some photoshop. then went to eat at lot 1. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then it was tuesday. yesterday. okay. first was HMT. omg, so not fun sia do some stupid thing online. T.T then it was BIO. learn about our favourite topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then like very pervertic. the question was like. Have you undergone puberty. -.-" then mr lee, say you can know if a guy has started puberty by looking somewhere. hahah. wont tell you where. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then recess.. saw them play volleyball at the courtyard. when they play at indoor sports, its fine. but when they play at the courtyard, its name is WARZONE. let me tell you why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was walking there, and someone spiked a ball wrongly, ALMOST hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;charmaine, threw the netball, shimin didnt catch it, and ALMOST hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then, another one. someone SPIKED UNTIL THE CONTACT CAN HEAR the volleyball. the sound made me turn. hit my fucking face. (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then, another one, ian go spike the ball, go hit MY ball. (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then, another one, some other sec2 dude go and set wrongly and flew BACK, bounced on my head. (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;lastly, was walking back to class, as it just finished raining, i slipped on the slippery floor. almost fell. (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;adding with the close calls, thats 6, in ten minutes. the first half hour of recess i ate. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then it was EL, watch some MJ on youtube. haha. ms tan rocks. then it was math and IPW. blehhh.. both mr ng and no break. chibai that guy la. then YMPNE was changed to MTread. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THEN, FINALLY.. the bell rang. we all like rushed out. haha. then me irfan they all.. "The Clique", went to rooftop garden at lot 1, then like do some stuffs. haha. :D freeshow i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then today. went to school with irfan. damn funny sia. met junhao at cck station. then talk about what wrestling toy. haha. i was still worrying about my english hw, maths hw, mt hw, and bio test. ugh. i die already.. anyways. first period was like DNT. fun sia. drawdraw, cause only one period. HAHA. i drew this failure cube. so funny sia. then during english, which was the next period, people all not listening to ms tan. most of us were drawing. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i drew this robot. called it.. Winx Club 2: The Last Generation. Haha. the picture was like the devastator from transformers 2, but only its made out of shapes and forms, and it has wings. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then recess. blabla. lucky today at indoor sports. then was FT, get another booklet. crap la. then biology.. uhoh. that was when i sooo urgently needed to pee. lucky mr lee, not like that mr ng, give break. :D so the 2nd floor toilet was washing. so went to third floor. then it was full of 05-es. so i gave up. just went to class and studied the female and male reproductive systems. and. read jill's notebook on bio. instead of sperm duct, she wrote sperm duSt. haha. okay. ;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then was maths. blabla talk about what shit. then was physics. somehow, this was the most fun time of the day. mr hisham was like okay. i have to go to an important meeting. i know you people can behave yourselves. then, we all at first.. about 5 mins we can control. then after that. chaos broke loose. some were talking, some were drawing the DNT, some were doing  their homework obediently, some were looking at class photos. and guess what i was doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was playing Bluff, with "05 Clique". weird. haha. then the bell rang. we all packed up. then i went to canteen put my bag. waited for her. then she took so long i grew bored, and i went to the indoor sports. then played some volleyball. then i sweated until my BO so high siol. then she called, and told me to go to the busstop outside. i washed up first. my BO damn bad ah. anyway. met her then went to lot 1 rooftop garden. for awhile. then go to cck park, walk around. then to limbang park. wanted to vandalise the bridge, but then got alot of ppl there somehow. so we just sat there. haha. not at the bridge, but at the little house there. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then i sent her home. now im here, tadaa! magic. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;toodles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4313452649992050198-6542241294282556104?l=iom-ahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/6542241294282556104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313452649992050198&amp;postID=6542241294282556104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/6542241294282556104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/6542241294282556104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmad!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15309789841377438105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SRw_LVzTDqI/AAAAAAAAACY/j2vuAoTQDaY/S220/PINK+VADER+!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313452649992050198.post-159247735487859492</id><published>2009-06-26T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T05:05:35.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SkS3cBthk-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/EwlkmKKYT7s/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SkS3cBthk-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/EwlkmKKYT7s/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351603949346591714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my aim. I dont care if it doesnt have bluetooth. its so dweamy. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll just switch it with my current one. its faster, better, and all sorts of crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like now, to say, good luck out there, michael jackson. as you all should probably, know, he is DEAD. if you dont, click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_jackson#2009:_Death"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. okay, if you already know, then good. good luck out there michael jackson. May you burn in hell. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, am now aiming to buy two other albums. Relapse by eminem, and Thriller by michael jackson. I'll just keep the album and wait till years later and sell it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to admit something. i kindof like taylor swift already now. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have my reasons;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) She appeared in MTV movie awards at the starting video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) She appeared in Hannah Montana The movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) In the Hannah Montana Movie Album, her song Crazier is in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Her song Crazier and You Belong With Me was kindof good. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See! Im NOT a hater of the name Taylor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: toodles~. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4313452649992050198-159247735487859492?l=iom-ahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/159247735487859492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313452649992050198&amp;postID=159247735487859492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/159247735487859492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/159247735487859492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-my-aim.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmad!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15309789841377438105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SRw_LVzTDqI/AAAAAAAAACY/j2vuAoTQDaY/S220/PINK+VADER+!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SkS3cBthk-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/EwlkmKKYT7s/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313452649992050198.post-6218838552274362818</id><published>2009-06-24T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:19:17.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SkL6Nx42e2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ucEPYv7zpos/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351114421906602850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SkL6Nx42e2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ucEPYv7zpos/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie and i were going crazy. and my comp had a problem. ;O cant show the emoticon. see see the picture. all were just :D and not the real smiley. and, the thing surrounding my picture is pink, cause i was... not online. not busy. not away. not in a call or what shit... but... i was... PINKY! lol. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4313452649992050198-6218838552274362818?l=iom-ahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/6218838552274362818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313452649992050198&amp;postID=6218838552274362818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/6218838552274362818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/6218838552274362818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/2009/06/natalie-and-i-were-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmad!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15309789841377438105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SRw_LVzTDqI/AAAAAAAAACY/j2vuAoTQDaY/S220/PINK+VADER+!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SkL6Nx42e2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ucEPYv7zpos/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313452649992050198.post-3142977689098239575</id><published>2009-06-24T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:04:30.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SkLaugxWLiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/im4ebTQy4f4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351079799875317282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SkLaugxWLiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/im4ebTQy4f4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie and i were talking. but i couldnt understand her gibberish language. Look at that! thats pure sh** ! i couldnt understand a single word she was trying to say! And yes. i was doing Elearning. and im not going to tell you what time we did this conversation. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4313452649992050198-3142977689098239575?l=iom-ahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/3142977689098239575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313452649992050198&amp;postID=3142977689098239575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/3142977689098239575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/3142977689098239575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/2009/06/natalie-and-i-were-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmad!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15309789841377438105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SRw_LVzTDqI/AAAAAAAAACY/j2vuAoTQDaY/S220/PINK+VADER+!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SkLaugxWLiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/im4ebTQy4f4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313452649992050198.post-495072336344612807</id><published>2009-06-24T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:57:17.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SkJMZdPfP9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/S0IfQQxP9Wk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350923307499601874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SkJMZdPfP9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/S0IfQQxP9Wk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Natalie, you betrayed us all anti-green tea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cant believe it. Vernice05 will be the only one who hates green tea. i made a bet to cheryl, that on monday, 29th june, i will drink green tea. sorry all anti-green tea people. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4313452649992050198-495072336344612807?l=iom-ahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/495072336344612807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313452649992050198&amp;postID=495072336344612807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/495072336344612807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/495072336344612807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/2009/06/natalie-you-betrayed-us-all-anti-green.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmad!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15309789841377438105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SRw_LVzTDqI/AAAAAAAAACY/j2vuAoTQDaY/S220/PINK+VADER+!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SkJMZdPfP9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/S0IfQQxP9Wk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313452649992050198.post-2563561267398427792</id><published>2009-06-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:02:39.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/Sjez8jUmL5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/gIyuazkgY9Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347940935380905874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/Sjez8jUmL5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/gIyuazkgY9Y/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAA had nothing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4313452649992050198-2563561267398427792?l=iom-ahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/2563561267398427792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313452649992050198&amp;postID=2563561267398427792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/2563561267398427792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/2563561267398427792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/2009/06/hahaa-had-nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmad!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15309789841377438105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SRw_LVzTDqI/AAAAAAAAACY/j2vuAoTQDaY/S220/PINK+VADER+!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/Sjez8jUmL5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/gIyuazkgY9Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313452649992050198.post-8191028492414215646</id><published>2009-06-16T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:37:09.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First things first. Im not attached, im just running for her. If youre reading this, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second things second. I changed song cause mine wasnt loading properly. and jaiho, cause its my hockey team theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third things third. Tomorrow i going to the hockey match again, so i wont be home. woo~, but i'll be sms-able. i still dont get why i need to go to these matches. it seems pointless. going with friends, during the match is just talking, and not learning from what is happening in the pitch. oh, who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth things fourth. okay, i seriously need a mcbook air. this thing, i cant call it a laptop, is breaking apart. i cant download from either limewire or imesh. i cant go online cause of some fucking ip address. and i had problems with my blog just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth things fifth. Bi, if i can still call you that, i love you, forever. whatever he or she, or your parents, or my parents, or anyone says. i love you, just keep that in mind. sorry about just now, simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth things sixth. I MET ADAM SWANDI. woah, i so long never meet him already. met him with rudy, at sheng siong superrrrrmarket. haha. he changed his number. and i know it~ kenneth, eat shit ah i want give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh things seventh. i didnt know that i was falling behind. all my friends, primary school friends, are all so far ahead. i didnt notice, cause i was too focused on one thing at one time, and not at multiple things at one time. and im also falling apart on the homework. its so HEAVY. oh well, at least i already read my 'Millions' book. stupid book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah montana was good. at least. transformers2, newmoon[aka. twilight2], are the two next movies im going to look forward to. aweesomee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to make this post longer already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and did i say that i bought the 21st century breakdown(green day), RSVP music compilation(98.7fm), Fearless(taylor swift), did you forget(demi lovato), the fame(lady gaga), Want!(3oh!3), big bad world(plain white tees), boomboompow(black eyed peas), insomnia(craig david), Metro Station(metro station), CD's in a radius of 2 weeks. thats about 300 bucks. but some is not important, like taylor swift, demi lovato, black eyed peas. still, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress la. just now go lan, and my NO FAM, COUPLE, TEAM campaign failed. i found a couple just now, cause she say she searching until give up. then i pity her, so i couple with her. :D her name is uh. ---BEARx3. level 19, and im only level 18. her name is C****. and she v. pro. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat. I was thinking of you throughout writing this post. i love you, but there are just some things in life that we cant get. like each other. its hard to let you go, and to think i wont be with you ever again hurts. I know how you feel, cause i feel it too. you dont have to hold it in, you can shout it out loud. its not easy, but youll overcome it. you just SAY that i'll be your one and only, but just watch. you'll find someone better than me, than anyone you have ever had. i know youre reading this, cause you already read until here. i know you can stop thinking about me, cause you were the one who helped me overcome someone else. if you can help me, you can help yourself. i understand if it takes years, months, days, hours, seconds to overcome me. but in the end, i know you can do it. You'll always have a place in my heart, and because of that, it makes it hard for me too. i love you, thank you, for everything you gave me. ily.&lt;br /&gt;26 May, 19:23(7.23pm). ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4313452649992050198-8191028492414215646?l=iom-ahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/8191028492414215646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313452649992050198&amp;postID=8191028492414215646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/8191028492414215646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/8191028492414215646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-things-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmad!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15309789841377438105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SRw_LVzTDqI/AAAAAAAAACY/j2vuAoTQDaY/S220/PINK+VADER+!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313452649992050198.post-368742786967883206</id><published>2009-06-14T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:41:31.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHH HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, ive been neglecting my blog for awhile now. but, who cares. its my blog. e-learning, maths, geography, malay, ALL PURE SHIT. and i already missed the deadline for a bio online thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dont know what to do with that homework pile. Today is like the third week already. and i will miss some days cause i'll be going to the junior hockey world cup. (YEAH, THE ONE SINGAPORE SUCKED) 8-0, 10-0, 2-1, 3-1. So dissapointing. that comes out to 23 - 2. You think they going to round 2 this week? dont think so.. my coach is coach for the german team. they tied australia 1 -1 that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One word to sum it all. " unbelievable. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that word can sum up another thing. Life. I have a VERY THE AWESOME person in my life, but we keep fighting. and i keep sleeping when we talk. i dont know why. then, i lost my psp. BOTH, my psp. my phone cocks up now and then. my earpiece sony thingy is bursting out of its socket. and now, i have tons of homework. how great is that? at least my adi watch doesnt cock up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to have a sense of humour. now, i have a sense of mood swings. my sense of humour is totally gone. and my mood swing frequencies are increasing. i have no crap idea why. at least my campaign to speak less vulgarities is working. thanks farah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH. You all should watch.. HannahMontana the movie, drag me to hell, terminator salvation, NATM2 and monsters vs aliens.&lt;br /&gt;and look out for UP, newmoon, half blood prince and transformers2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know the hannahmontana sounds weird, but really, its good. i hate taylor hicks, and guess what. now i hate taylor swift. drag me to hell, according to my sources, is really good and scary. terminator.. well. what can you say. action throughout. natm2, is one of the greatest movies. its so good, i watched it thrice. monsters vs aliens.. its funny, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP is a new movie from disney. watch the trailers yourself. newmoon(AHHHH!), is scheduled to premiere at 20th november. already have plans to watch it. the trailers at the mtv movie awards 2009 was greeeaaaaattttt. half blood prince, omg, the guy who plays ron in the show is SO TALL. like liyana like that. freaky. taller than the main person. transformers2, was the movie i was looking forward to since the moment i finished watching the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another movie. BEN 10! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a mcbook air. the thinnest in the world laptop. OH-ME-GODS, its so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FT ISLAND COMING TO SINGAPORE! Whhoooo. but still cant meet them. nevermind. when i go back to school, i can be entertained by xintong and vernice singing fahrenheit songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talking about songs. my blog song, the we made you and crack a bottle by eminem is specially remixed by me to merge together. i wanted to follow the way eminem did it in the mtv movie awards. so.. yeah. the green day 21st century breakdown, the starting is abit long. so, mind it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ethan says ; Ciao` ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4313452649992050198-368742786967883206?l=iom-ahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/368742786967883206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313452649992050198&amp;postID=368742786967883206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/368742786967883206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/368742786967883206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/2009/06/arghh-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmad!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15309789841377438105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SRw_LVzTDqI/AAAAAAAAACY/j2vuAoTQDaY/S220/PINK+VADER+!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313452649992050198.post-5136041263934088101</id><published>2009-04-24T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:54:15.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New blog, new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new start is not that positive.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to start to hold a grudge on my english teacher, MsTanSuperSpastic. She fucking called my mother, and now i cant fucking play the fucking computer and my fucking psp cause of one fucking summary. Bitches. Sluts. What do old women have against me? Im going to start to not be attentive in class, and not answer or ask any questions. That slut, is going to haaaaate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blog, has no links. Kindly insert your link on the cbox when you tag. When i have above 20 links, i'll put up the links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song on the blog is DaDoubleDeeDoubleDa. hahaha, no. Its called Sugar, by FloRida, and the second song is Insomnia by Craig David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be the first, and probably the last post, so enjoy this post, and read it ... S...L...O...W...L...Y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Thats kindof it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you MissTan. You so old, not even married. NO GUY LIKES YOU CAUSE YOU ARE A FUCKER AND A SLUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand, dont ever let go. Please? I love you. A lot. Too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4313452649992050198-5136041263934088101?l=iom-ahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/5136041263934088101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313452649992050198&amp;postID=5136041263934088101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/5136041263934088101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313452649992050198/posts/default/5136041263934088101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iom-ahmad.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-blog-new-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmad!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15309789841377438105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXG9uVByPZM/SRw_LVzTDqI/AAAAAAAAACY/j2vuAoTQDaY/S220/PINK+VADER+!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
