<?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-6774571698535262368</id><updated>2012-02-17T21:22:58.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hina Project : Kentaro's Quarters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774571698535262368.post-4627628054788793106</id><published>2012-02-17T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T21:22:39.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean tell us already!</title><content type='html'>It's weird, I tell you! Keitaro went to me for an advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I call it an advice? It seems so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me that if it's a good thing to announce some bad news to his friends. I told them since it's a news, it's only right to tell everybody. But I have a feeling Keitaro's real question for me is how he should break this 'news'. He didn't tell me anything else afterwards. It got me curious that I told Kitsune-san about this matter and I know she likes spicy stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even mention Valentine's Day to me. I just hung out at campus. Mutsumi-chan passed by and she didn't even know that it was Valentine's Day. Both of us had nothing to do. Sigh. I know right! How can a stud like me, and a beauty as Mtutsumi-san have nothing to do on Valentine's Day?! I'm glad it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just received a text message from Kitsune-san and she said that she's the case. If I knew any better, she'll be able fish out what this 'news' is about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774571698535262368-4627628054788793106?l=kentaroquarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/feeds/4627628054788793106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-mean-tell-us-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/4627628054788793106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/4627628054788793106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-mean-tell-us-already.html' title='I mean tell us already!'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774571698535262368.post-7160004982235747702</id><published>2011-11-22T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:26:25.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>put your brain on percolate</title><content type='html'>For days, I've been wondering what Mutsumi-san told me, 'make time to do nothing'. I have been scrubbing dishes, writing notes, reading books, commuting, and watching the TV with her advise running around my mind. So I planned to do nothing today. I went to tell Mutsumi-san about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been thinking what you said, Mutsumi-san. And I've decided not to do anything today, nor tomorrow. How is that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good work, Kentaro-kun. Would you like a cup of--" Mutsumi-san shook and wobbled on the front door. It looked like she almost lost her balance. Upon closer look, I noticed that Mutsumi-san looked sick; she caught a fever. Her eyes were red, she had a bed head, she was teary, pale and she also had a somewhat runny nose. She looked awfully under the weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mu-Mutsumi-san!" I felt her forehead. "Yikes! You're burning up!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" It turned out that it's a good thing that I visited. And speaking of weather, it's probably the change of the temperature, that's why Mutsumi-san is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ahead and said that I'd stay and look after her for today. I just want to make sure she's okay. I've had an experience where I had a fever and threw up without anyone at home. It was a miserable feeling. And I couldn't leave her on that state. I mean, I'd really feel bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should go to bed. I'll keep you company just in case something happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? I thought you wouldn't do anything today." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes yes, I'm not going to do anything today. Staying over until your fever subsides is nothing. So please lie down and I'll make some porridge." I made sure she was lying down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. But I thought you--" argh! Mou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, like I said, I'm not doing anything. Cooking nothing means not doing anything. But cooking porridge is nothing. So I'd rather cook porridge and it's doing nothing with a benefit! Plus I want to have porridge as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing kitchen work for a long time and it's practically not a big deal for me to prepare food. And I was also in the mood for porridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my touch phone to browse web 'how to make the best porridge for a fever'. Then when Mutsumi-san sneezed, I searched again for 'how to make the best porridge for a cold'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, I did nothing. I did nothing today. I just waited for a couple of hours. I was alone in my thought. And the apartment was quiet. I had some of my porridge; it came out well. And I bookmarked the website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutsumi-san slept almost immediately with a smile on her face after having porridge. I told her to sit up for a couple of minutes, but there's no stopping a sick person to fall asleep. So I waited and let these thoughts cook as well. Yes! Put your brain on percolate! I think I know what to do now. I left past 7pm, when Mutsumi-san woke up. She looked better than this morning. I told her that I'd stop by tomorrow too. This doing nothing business is really handy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774571698535262368-7160004982235747702?l=kentaroquarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/feeds/7160004982235747702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/11/put-your-brain-on-percolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/7160004982235747702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/7160004982235747702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/11/put-your-brain-on-percolate.html' title='put your brain on percolate'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774571698535262368.post-7627198188240984167</id><published>2011-11-04T02:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T03:01:14.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one after another</title><content type='html'>The exam's over. Whew. I can breathe again. I have to admit that I wasn't able to finish it, but I'm sure that I didn't fail. I'm just so happy! You know, it's funny. Before the exam, I did nothing but contemplate whether to study or not. I did a lot of stuff before actually reading my notes, like watching TV, playing videogames, and surfing the Internet; I've been dying to finish the exam. Now that the exam's over, I don't know what I want to do. What a fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally feel the Christmas season! There's a lot of gadgets waiting for me. I wonder if father is willing to lend me some money. Ever since he discovered that I'm working as a waiter on some dinky teahouse, he hasn't called. He never returned my calls either. Great, I just solved my midterm crisis and now another problem comes barging in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's 2:53AM, huh?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774571698535262368-7627198188240984167?l=kentaroquarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/feeds/7627198188240984167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-after-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/7627198188240984167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/7627198188240984167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-after-another.html' title='one after another'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774571698535262368.post-6919783718096531934</id><published>2011-11-02T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T01:55:42.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the mess of me</title><content type='html'>I have this term test coming up on Microeconomics and I missed 3 lectures already. Including the last lecture leading up to the term test. It's tomorrow and, man, I don't know why but I'm not feeling any pressure. Microeconomics is simple but the stupid graphs are the only things that make it complicated. Take for example when a tax is introduced to the buyers, how much would the supply and demand curve shift. So confusing. Sigh. I'm way past the withdrawal date without academic penalty. But It'll be painful after I fail the term test-- that is if I fail it. I don't know. I'm wondering why I don't have a sense of reality or sense of urgency about these things. I have my book next to me but I'm not reading it. How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm burned out from school. Life has become monotonous again that I've become numb to feel any urgency or reality. My priorities in life are skewed. I don't know what to do except wake up, take a bath, eat, go to school, go to work, eat, sleep. Over and over and over... I'm so tired. I just seriously want to pass this exam. I don't care. I just want to pass. And I know this grade would be recorded. If my future boss sees this grade, I'll just tell him that I became bored. Sigh. What am I doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774571698535262368-6919783718096531934?l=kentaroquarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/feeds/6919783718096531934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/11/mess-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/6919783718096531934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/6919783718096531934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/11/mess-of-me.html' title='the mess of me'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774571698535262368.post-4970336422184054194</id><published>2011-05-07T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T00:09:00.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to fire up</title><content type='html'>Ahh. My life has become so boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? How did I end up in such a slump? I am now on the lowest level of my life with my face flat on the lowest floor imaginable. I have no girlfriend. I work no near the minimum wage. And to think that I was once an one of the most outstanding gentleman in the planet. I ASK YOU, KENTARO! HOW?! HOW DID YOU END UP BEING THIS PATHETIC?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah. Good evening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shinobu-chan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're wrapping up the teahouse? Thanks for the hardwork. Here, I made donuts. Please help yourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? For me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course." she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"U... Uuuugh. Arigato."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kentaro-san?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's nothing! Hayaku! Leave now! I want to get out of here as fast as possible! Thanks for the donuts!" and then I pushed her out with a big question mark on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not hopeless for me yet. Yosh! I'll show that bastard Keitaro what I'm truly capable! He'll be amazed that he'll feel sorry for himself and force to change his name; because he cannot compare to Kentaro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Donuts. They're good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THOSE ARE MINE, HARUKA!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774571698535262368-4970336422184054194?l=kentaroquarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/feeds/4970336422184054194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-to-fire-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/4970336422184054194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/4970336422184054194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-to-fire-up.html' title='time to fire up'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774571698535262368.post-611007660397149263</id><published>2011-03-01T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:45:41.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the golden giving week</title><content type='html'>March is here? I just slept for one night and March is already here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait... Argh. It's golden week!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize that today's the day to charm thy princesses of Hinata kingdom. And possibly appease Haruka as well. Yeah, well let's throw her one present along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH SO THAT'S WHY HARUKA GAVE ME TWO DAYS OFF!" so that I could buy something nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left my conceited but humble apartment, I was greeted with a bad omen. Keitaro. Pshah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohayo." I said with a monotone voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hey, Kentaro, good morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see that you're awfully... what are all those?" he was carrying a lot of stuff. "Are those for--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep. I bought sweets for Kaolla-chan and Sara-chan, eto... a set of expensive pen for Kitsune-san, a muffler for Moto-chan, a manga for Shinobu-chan, a black teddy for  Kanako, a watermelon plushie for Mutsumi-chan and uhm... something for Narusegawa." wow. He's on a roll. Keitaro was all set and I couldn't do anything but make criticism. I was a bit jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You bought a muffler for Motoko-san? It's March already, Keitaro. Sweets cause cavity. Expensive pens don't make good gifts. Isn't Shinobu-ch-- san too old for mangas? You could've been more creative with plushies and teddies, Keitaro and something for Narusegawa is overrated-- Keitaro? Keitaro?" he left me already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know what Keitaro got them, I should kick it up a notch for my gifts. Chotto. What did Keitaro get Narusegawa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774571698535262368-611007660397149263?l=kentaroquarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/feeds/611007660397149263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/03/golden-giving-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/611007660397149263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/611007660397149263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/03/golden-giving-week.html' title='the golden giving week'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774571698535262368.post-1286286619660576610</id><published>2011-02-18T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:55:28.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shine, embrace and a muffin</title><content type='html'>It was time to close and I was collecting all the cups and glasses when Haruka called me. She said it was time for a raise. I almost dropped one of the glasses. I mean it's about time! I hurried closing the shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here. I'm officially giving you a 50 yen raise." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 yen. Very funny. A 50 yen raise. Congratulations to me. whoop de doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally enjoyed a day-off. Imagine, you wake up in the morning and you realize there's no school, no upcoming midterms, no work, no worries, and it's still early. I love such a feeling, I wish to marry it. I thought that since it's still early -- I woke up about 7AM -- I should make use of this time to do what I'd really love to do on such a day-off. Stay in bed and sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy. I was laughing in my bed until I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitsune said that she's going to have to stay away from drinking for a while. I guess she wants to be careful of her health. But my guess is wrong because Kitsune said that she had a terrible hangover recently where she saw a walking muffin in her room. Not only that, the muffin talked to her too. I didn't know how I'd react to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774571698535262368-1286286619660576610?l=kentaroquarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/feeds/1286286619660576610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/02/shine-embrace-and-muffin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/1286286619660576610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/1286286619660576610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/02/shine-embrace-and-muffin.html' title='shine, embrace and a muffin'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774571698535262368.post-7874640430343726660</id><published>2011-01-29T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:15:06.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the movies are about to start</title><content type='html'>I want more fun in life, but I want lazy living as well. Is that a contradiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a dozen of movies and I'm gonna have a movie marathon tomorrow. It's sad that there's no one to watch the movie with. Hmm. Maybe if I invite a couple of people. Let's see, there's Naru, Kitsune, Shinobu, Kaolla, Kanako, Motoko, Mutsumi Naru's sister whatsername, oh and even Haruka- sure. Who else? I think that's about everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774571698535262368-7874640430343726660?l=kentaroquarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/feeds/7874640430343726660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/01/movies-are-about-to-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/7874640430343726660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774571698535262368/posts/default/7874640430343726660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentaroquarters.blogspot.com/2011/01/movies-are-about-to-start.html' title='the movies are about to start'/><author><name>kimikimkimster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Jed2004ph/eyeofgaara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
