Americans need their ears DUG!

I can't believe it, I can't believe it! America actually voted LATOYA off American Idol. I'm sorry man... Either there's something wrong with their sense of music, or they are tone deaf, or their ears are just blocked by shitloads of earwax.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU AMERICA????

First I thought it was bad enough that they voted Jennifer Hudson off the show. I mean seriously come on! She can easily replace Jasmine's place in the show. Apart from Jasmine's long straight hair, oh so sweet smile, and the flower that's almost perpetually stuck in her hair (until the last two episodes where somehow she got her hair straighten or something... I dun really care), she goes OFF KEY almost everytime she sings!!!! OH MY GOD! And she's stayed on long enough and NOW THIS!!!!

And I can't believe that Fantasia was in the BOTTOM two!! Okay, nothing against Diana because she really deserves some credit... despite her young age, she can really sing! She's taken the judges' comments really well and she's really come a long way. But hey! Fantasia's definitely a tat above her. And Fantasia's in the bottom two! TWICE!

AMERICA! You need some washing in the ears man!! Or Music classes!

I knew tonight's results since this morning around 11 plus from the net and I was really shocked... But when I was watching the program just less than an hour ago, I can't help but teared when Latoya sang after she knew she got voted off. I mean... YOU GO GAL! That's the spirit man... Can't help admiring her sense of how "the show must go on". She sang so well once again!

BUT it's ok... I'm very very sure that she'll be offered a contract anytime! But Jasmine not better be saved next weeeeeek!!!!!!!

Just for you Latoya!

"SHE" (Elvis Costello)
She
May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She, she, she