<?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-6787355580371932074</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:35:31.619+08:00</updated><category term='Willy Wonka'/><category term='Cry Baby.'/><category term='No Good.'/><category term='Beauty.'/><category term='Bullshit.'/><category term='My First.'/><category term='Another piece of Anger.'/><category term='Fucker.'/><category term='Go Cry.'/><category term='Sleep.'/><category term='So long for what.'/><category term='Fuck Aladdin.'/><category term='Open Ending.'/><category term='Enough for the day.'/><category term='Boohoo.'/><title type='text'>my blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-1299724721853988393</id><published>2008-11-05T05:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:11:40.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucker.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SRC6cEr7eCI/AAAAAAAAACw/VH1lU7Pa-WM/s1600-h/17_fleet_street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264912955853207586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SRC6cEr7eCI/AAAAAAAAACw/VH1lU7Pa-WM/s320/17_fleet_street.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asshole,Asshole,Asshole!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note,eh friends,you all don't care about me anymore issit??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-1299724721853988393?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/1299724721853988393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/1299724721853988393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/assholeassholeasshole-on-lighter-noteeh.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SRC6cEr7eCI/AAAAAAAAACw/VH1lU7Pa-WM/s72-c/17_fleet_street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-5595661063281459342</id><published>2008-09-17T07:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:44:45.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cry Baby.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-84fc0a46103d1c74" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D84fc0a46103d1c74%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331634601%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBC05869DA8DA06A576CE43006054912C60D346A.279A1CA8DDB75ED834322D4BB8E01A82AA93BADB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D84fc0a46103d1c74%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqi-mhx5orytkdJ0UJtE3cdIy7jk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D84fc0a46103d1c74%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331634601%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBC05869DA8DA06A576CE43006054912C60D346A.279A1CA8DDB75ED834322D4BB8E01A82AA93BADB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D84fc0a46103d1c74%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqi-mhx5orytkdJ0UJtE3cdIy7jk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the idea of this song.America's scene has so much fun to offer man,whenever i feel like eating a piece of that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cry-Baby(singing)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I ain't here 'cos I drive too fast. And I'm too young to have a criminal past. Some good behaviour would be all right. But I don't seem to qualify. I'm just out for a little fun. But I'm guilty till I'm twenty-one. I guess I'm doing time for being young. So cut these shackles off of me.&lt;br /&gt;Inmates(singing)&lt;br /&gt;Let me go. Let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Cry-Baby(singing)&lt;br /&gt;This kind of suit don't set me free.&lt;br /&gt;Inmates(singing)&lt;br /&gt;Set me free. Set me free.&lt;br /&gt;Cry-Baby(singing)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't live if I can't ride.&lt;br /&gt;Inmates(singing)&lt;br /&gt;Let me ride. Let me ride.&lt;br /&gt;Cry-Baby(singing)&lt;br /&gt;And I want my baby by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Inmates(singing)&lt;br /&gt;I want my baby by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Cry-Baby(singing)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm just out for a little fun. But I'm guilty till I'm twenty-one. I guess I'm doing time for being young. Now, I can't let the right thing stand in my way. Someday, baby, I'll know better. But right now I'm making them pay. What do I do, who do I thank?&lt;br /&gt;Inmates(singing)&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Cry-Baby(singing)&lt;br /&gt;To get me out of this stinking tank.&lt;br /&gt;Inmates(singing)&lt;br /&gt;Stinking tank. Stinking tank.&lt;br /&gt;Cry-Baby(singing)&lt;br /&gt;It's heartbreaking to be this age.&lt;br /&gt;Inmates(singing)&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a cage. Stuck in a cage. Cry-Baby(singing)&lt;br /&gt;Locked in the prison of teenage rage.&lt;br /&gt;Inmates(singing)&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a cage with a teenage rage.&lt;br /&gt;Cry-Baby(singing)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was out for a little fun. I guess I'm guilty till I'm twenty-one. I must be doing time for being young.&lt;br /&gt;Inmates(singing)&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a cage with a teenage rage.&lt;br /&gt;Cry-Baby(singing)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be doing time for being young. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-5595661063281459342?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/5595661063281459342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/5595661063281459342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-idea-of-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-5773308643104327986</id><published>2008-09-16T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:14:32.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So long for what.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SM6lhYkSqiI/AAAAAAAAACo/NLf4OOdB3K0/s1600-h/70588710_QRjODY0b_Sparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246312608882141730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SM6lhYkSqiI/AAAAAAAAACo/NLf4OOdB3K0/s320/70588710_QRjODY0b_Sparrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute right the sparrow.so fat for what.i could squeeze it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is not fair; get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;-Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up,Bill Gates.Yes,life is not fair,but don't be immune to it man,because that's when you join the group of people who make life unfuckingfair.That quote really should only be read by kids who whine and whine abt shit problems not for people like me or a couple of people i know.If you get used to this unfairness that's all over the earth,then you become dead.Most of them are dead anyway.Dead people,dont feel necessarily,feel unnecessarily(yes).But you know,come to think of it,maybe he says that cos his face looks like that?in that case,i understand la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night,i was thinking about my Biggest Fears....i have so many fears...my face doesnt show any of them at all..but i have so many fears man...here are my top 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-To Fall in Love-i love being in love with love,dont get me wrong,i love the idea of people helping ,sacrificing for people,comforting each other,friendships and all of that.But to be in love with a stranger?not for me man.it's the scariest shit.i would lose all my beliefs,identity..everything...and then be lost again.I love it when good people fall in love though.very nice.but just not for me.period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-To lose something precious-hey this is probably everybody's fear.haha.especially for people like me who hold onto only very few things,people.1 or 2.Life would be good to live without fear eh?like tyler durden(brad pitt) in Fight Club.It's when you lose everything,that you appreciate life.It's when you stop fearing death,that you start to live.normally it works the other way around for people.but i like this better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-To be satisfied-hey,being satisfied is the best feeling aka peace within yourself.but not for me man,again.when i get satisfied i become massively lazy and end up being a loser.i got satisfied before and it was horrible,the after effects.as long as i live,i dont want my satisfaction to last for more than an hour.i just want to keep doing things,keep being hungry for things to happen in this world,keep walking and do a couple of jumps in the middle.keep doing different movies,different characters,people...all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-To be not taken seriously-I probably look intimidating or scary now to most people only because i wasnt taken seriously at all when i was younger.i hated being looked at as a joke.i probably sub-conciously made up in my mind that i have had enough of this shit then.i care a lot abt what people think and all,tho it makes me feel fucking uncomfortable,but if they were to not take me seriously,im afraid even i wouldnt take my ownself seriously.hah.that's like the biggest problem in the world,to have a problem with yourself.if that's a problem,u cant even go on to solve any other problems or feed the hungry even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-5773308643104327986?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/5773308643104327986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/5773308643104327986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-not-fair-get-used-to-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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calling up most of them or even talking to them man.Still Waiting.I would upload a whole load of videos,haha...but i shall spare you...most are sacred anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-7107777315851401488?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=da3adcf40b5e5798&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/7107777315851401488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/7107777315851401488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-trailer-made-me-cry-manand-its.html' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKj0HAYAP-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/YZ6Y2e7PVhg/s1600-h/ap_jolie_survivor_060126_ssv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235702968015142882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKj0HAYAP-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/YZ6Y2e7PVhg/s320/ap_jolie_survivor_060126_ssv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKj0HK8xC7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ELG4a1UnGxc/s1600-h/apr_jolie_russia_060126_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235702970853690290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKj0HK8xC7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ELG4a1UnGxc/s320/apr_jolie_russia_060126_ssh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKj0HVhcraI/AAAAAAAAACI/B0M4njKDeHM/s1600-h/apr_thailand_kids_060126_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235702973691899298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKj0HVhcraI/AAAAAAAAACI/B0M4njKDeHM/s320/apr_thailand_kids_060126_ssh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKj0Hbx-abI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HQc1fLMn9k4/s1600-h/apr_jolie_pakistan_060126_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235702975371831730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKj0Hbx-abI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HQc1fLMn9k4/s320/apr_jolie_pakistan_060126_ssh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKj0HZgy2bI/AAAAAAAAACY/HsyCDe107LA/s1600-h/nm_jolie_darfur_050912_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235702974762899890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKj0HZgy2bI/AAAAAAAAACY/HsyCDe107LA/s320/nm_jolie_darfur_050912_ssh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that man,somehow i can only connect with  humanitarian work when SHE does it.Noone else.There are a few other random people.But the way she does it,comes from within.So fucking genuine.People like her give me a reason to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-8987529223329244808?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/8987529223329244808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/8987529223329244808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-at-that-mansomehow-i-can-only.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKj0U2Z3bNI/AAAAAAAAACg/Y9ZE4gIo0YY/s72-c/nm_jolie_iraq_071102_ssh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-4899428356825070485</id><published>2008-08-18T11:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:59:19.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boohoo.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKjzCtkfeHI/AAAAAAAAABw/r321htlLy08/s1600-h/apr_jolie_chad_050912_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235701794736142450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKjzCtkfeHI/AAAAAAAAABw/r321htlLy08/s320/apr_jolie_chad_050912_ssh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so first,i decided to dump my handphone,then i deleted a whole lot of people from msn,stopped talking to most of my close friends,and now it seemed only right to delete my friendster account as well.damn it because of all the older testimonials and all when i was still in school.it's time to let go tho.i have never felt so relieved before.to be honest,i don't need this blog either.i dont find the need to publish my thoughts through a blog.i have my sister for that.haha.give me 5 months,God.i'll show you.for all the other people out there,if you cant live without someone,then fine.just live with it.But stop complaining about it man.get a life.It's only because you dont have other important things to think about or whatever that all you can do is complain about your own damned life.*shows middle finger to random people*.I cant wait to belong somewhere,that's when i would really find peace within myself.and you know,i thank god that i am not His direct disciple or something,because the way 'PEOPLE' talk about god,i could turn into incredible hulk man. i would really shoot all of them first,then talk.fuck.yes,i am very protective of whoever,even God.Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-4899428356825070485?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/4899428356825070485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/4899428356825070485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-so-firsti-decided-to-dump-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKjzCtkfeHI/AAAAAAAAABw/r321htlLy08/s72-c/apr_jolie_chad_050912_ssh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-5378978611373312651</id><published>2008-08-13T03:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:16:24.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another piece of Anger.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKHhgkNXSxI/AAAAAAAAABo/35TA7ZT_7JA/s1600-h/lives2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233712191573019410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKHhgkNXSxI/AAAAAAAAABo/35TA7ZT_7JA/s320/lives2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 27-year-old actress recently commented on the need for male and female equality.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not competitive with them (actresses). I root for all of them because we definitely don’t have equality with men in this business,” Jessica said.&lt;br /&gt;“There are a lot more men making a lot more money and headlining movies than women, and the more of us who can come up and do that the better. I want my friends to produce, direct, act, write, all of it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed inside when i read this.Hollywood is the last place i thought that would have a problem with female and male equality.I don't see Angelina Jolie saying this,because it's not even a problem for her.Move on la.It's quite an embarassment actually,because Jessica Alba is seriously no fucking big deal when it comes to acting and headlining movies.I hate it that she makes this look like a problem because seriously,it isnt. If you want equality between the sexes that bad that u actually had to comment on it,then go do male roles.I'm sure she can't.She settles for stupid roles,she isn't that different or much of an individual.Whatever.I dont see Jodie Foster also talking abt these,only because she is capable of doing masculine roles without making a fool out of herself.Imagine Jessica Alba playing Jodie Foster's role in Panic room or flight plan,or even The Brave One.Bullshit man.Bottom line is don't talk about equality when u cant even deliver!you think what,just cos ur famous and all of that,you can immediately land all those brilliant roles and do a damn good job with it issit?dream on la.you have to be special to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-5378978611373312651?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/5378978611373312651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/5378978611373312651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/08/27-year-old-actress-recently-commented.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKHhgkNXSxI/AAAAAAAAABo/35TA7ZT_7JA/s72-c/lives2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-8297100404786311135</id><published>2008-08-12T09:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:52:07.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bullshit.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKDr1FailkI/AAAAAAAAABg/2to9ud3Gz9c/s1600-h/sangelina-jolie-brad-pitt-twins-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233442064223606338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKDr1FailkI/AAAAAAAAABg/2to9ud3Gz9c/s320/sangelina-jolie-brad-pitt-twins-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment,i am living on hope and only hope.Well,hope and food.Seriously,i don't think anyone would be crazy enough to live on hope only,because i am.In every aspect,friends,love,family,career(most importantly).Faith,plain old faith.Sometimes it makes me want to vomit,this overwhelming feeling,because everything else is blank.I feel like i am in an empty place.It sucks.People,my friends,whoever can easily think i am just being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking through a few fucked up local production companies on their websites like Dream Forest and all of that.There is a particular phrase they keep emphasising on '1% inspiration,99% perspiration'. They take pride in saying that cos it rhymes is it?Do they not understand that most of them are fucking robots?If you work hard 99% of the time,you can wave goodbye to the whatever small bit of inspiration you had.That's the reason why people like me will never get touched or inspired by their work,EVER. hardwork is important,yes.But quit thinking that if you work hard,then that's it.that's enough.All the actors who hail from these productions are shit.I still strongly believe that you have to be MEANT to do it if you are going to do it.Thank god, i dont hear Tim Burton saying ' 1% inspiration,99% perspiration,people,come on!' God.i feel so angry.And i was reading the actors' Q&amp;amp;A,haha,i can actually copy and paste their answers on to each other's.Their favorite movies were shows like Kung Fu hustle,Superman,Starwars and normal stuff like that.I really wonder why they even joined acting if they got their inspiration from movies like these.and also,there was a question asking about their secrets,each and every one of them said the same thing 'it wont be a secret if i tell you' or ' it's a secret' or ' how can i tell you my secret?' wtf?you know,i have a lot to say....really...a lot....im just damn pissed la.And one jackass said his pet peeves was 'people who have self doubt'.which human doesn't doubt himself ah?wow,his friends must be fucking interesting la being all self righteous and full of themselves.Fuck,you are an actor,your main job is to entertain people,give part of urself to them,and here u are saying 'my pet peeves is people who have self doubt' How can anyone choose to turn away someone because they doubt themselves??i pray to god that i will never have to speak with him.I am DAMN PROUD of my fellow singaporeans la.I would shoot myself if i were on the battlefield fighting for my country.but apart from the people,i really do love Singapore,the island,only because i was born here ,personal attachment shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-8297100404786311135?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/8297100404786311135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/8297100404786311135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-momenti-am-living-on-hope-and-only.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SKDr1FailkI/AAAAAAAAABg/2to9ud3Gz9c/s72-c/sangelina-jolie-brad-pitt-twins-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-4459662717877274820</id><published>2008-07-30T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:12:29.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Good.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SJBMkDdLbgI/AAAAAAAAABY/c5lED9riHjk/s1600-h/page7_blog_entry15_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228763349663837698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SJBMkDdLbgI/AAAAAAAAABY/c5lED9riHjk/s320/page7_blog_entry15_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SJBJjArhSHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2AzfNDa0Viw/s1600-h/page7_blog_entry15_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is old,but look at that!so fucking pretty.Both of them,especially the shy one.hahahahahahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,my birthbloodyday is coming soon,which is disgusting.i hate it.i am not going to go on about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh darling,She doesn't love you...she just wants to marry someone...Anyone!Hmmm....maybe you are the same too...in that case,Congratulations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-4459662717877274820?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/4459662717877274820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/4459662717877274820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-this-is-oldbut-look-at-thatso.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SJBMkDdLbgI/AAAAAAAAABY/c5lED9riHjk/s72-c/page7_blog_entry15_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-6699597938769297215</id><published>2008-07-24T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:15:33.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go Cry.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SIicRA80piI/AAAAAAAAABI/gCHK1wYPPCo/s1600-h/lion2cubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226599183690278434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SIicRA80piI/AAAAAAAAABI/gCHK1wYPPCo/s320/lion2cubs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out how he uses his paw to protect his cubs...that's like me.i might just get that done,but something abit more feminine.Maybe a lioness or something.Anyone who is good at modifying?I feel like i am the one with the problem here,thanks for discriminating me.I truly appreciate it.Without people like you,where am i going to get my fuel from??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hrm,I dont deserve this rubbish.And i don't accomodate to rubbish.For those who do not know how to make use of my energy,then just go back to the normal ones.I am not being paranoid here,i just react to the obvious.I find it pointless reading minds,unless you are that intriguing.Like Tim Burton.What's the fucking point in being nice to the imbeciles and being a fucker to the ones who dont deserve it?This is what i mean by Dumbness of the highest levels,people!Fuck this. I am destined for greatness.People don't know how to be nice to the Strong Ones right...they treat them like shit because they look like they can handle it.My arrogance is taking over .Don't cry when i say something mean to you.I dont give a damn about crocodile tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-6699597938769297215?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/6699597938769297215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/6699597938769297215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-out-how-he-uses-his-paw-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SIicRA80piI/AAAAAAAAABI/gCHK1wYPPCo/s72-c/lion2cubs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-843912099247047967</id><published>2008-07-23T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:46:57.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SIcn9XBNKjI/AAAAAAAAABA/Jh9CKRNjL-I/s1600-h/johnny%2520depp--not%2520pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226189827691326002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SIcn9XBNKjI/AAAAAAAAABA/Jh9CKRNjL-I/s320/johnny%2520depp--not%2520pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directors and Actors slave,put their blood and sweat into producing good work,and there is faezah who watches them to fall asleep.I hope she is the only one who does that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-843912099247047967?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/843912099247047967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/843912099247047967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/07/directors-and-actors-slaveput-their.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SIcn9XBNKjI/AAAAAAAAABA/Jh9CKRNjL-I/s72-c/johnny%2520depp--not%2520pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-3934828900932307021</id><published>2008-07-22T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:09:11.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SIV4Em7zbII/AAAAAAAAAA4/CxeCGhEtKow/s1600-h/marlboromenthol.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225714963199519874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SIV4Em7zbII/AAAAAAAAAA4/CxeCGhEtKow/s320/marlboromenthol.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...you all know that i smoke right...Well,faezah's dad doesn't know and that's good till faezah fucked it up. This was what happened,i warned faezah about the fags in the bathroom,on the sink.I told her if her father was to enter the room,make sure he doesn't see them and she was the one who told me earlier that she would lure him away from the bathroom if he ever came close to it.I don't think faezah's dad would say anything about my habit,but he might think that faezah was hooked onto it too.So,one day,her dad entered the room,and he was looking around.I immediately signalled to faezah and she immediately hid the ashtray and half-closed the bathroom door,just enough for the cigarette packet and ONLY the cigarette packet to be clearly visible enough.She did not realise.Suave.So her father saw la,and went on to asking if she smoked too,how much,where i bought it and bla bla.It is like,removing and disposing off a dead body that you just killed in a very brilliant way that noone would ever discover it,but forgetting to remove your fingerprints from it.The thing is,faezah is a very smart girl.Period.I shall be posting Faezah's facts daily for the week.1 fact a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-3934828900932307021?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/3934828900932307021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/3934828900932307021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SIV4Em7zbII/AAAAAAAAAA4/CxeCGhEtKow/s72-c/marlboromenthol.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-772014477688739253</id><published>2008-07-21T17:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:20:41.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal=Boring=Not Hannibal The Cannibal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SIRgXVp4SMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OvpLAleLYeM/s1600-h/anthony_hopkins_hannibal_lecter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225407421722675394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SIRgXVp4SMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OvpLAleLYeM/s320/anthony_hopkins_hannibal_lecter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay,my soul is not at peace right now.Faezah thinks Silence of the Lambs is boring and she thinks Hannibal Lecter is normal.NORMAL.N-O-R-M-A-L?!.I am okay with the fact that opinions differ amongst people.But to say that he is Normal?Call him a Psycho,i don't care.but never normal!I think he is the God amongst humans. Seriously,the way he is able to get through to you and play with your head.That obviously takes skill and it's fucking Art,i believe.That man is a masterpiece.Prodigy.Anthony Hopkins clearly did the role very well and the way he looks quite harmless but if you look at him long enough,there is something eerie within?I definitely think he is what life is all about,besides the cannibalism.Something so comforting about him.I am not hailing him here,i am just appreciating that fine piece of Art.Come on!Anyone wants to back me up on this?I didn't think so.If not,i would have married you already.So people,this is why i do not socialise or get out of the house even.I would literally die of boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S:Funny thing is,faezah hasn't bored me to death yet.I doubt she is capable of that.Let's not say too soon tho.Faezah,i want to use the toilet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-772014477688739253?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/772014477688739253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/772014477688739253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/07/normalboring.html' title='Normal=Boring=Not Hannibal The Cannibal.'/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SIRgXVp4SMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OvpLAleLYeM/s72-c/anthony_hopkins_hannibal_lecter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-1447631830730480273</id><published>2008-07-17T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:55:18.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SH8ilrDK3qI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sUfknSq7Eo0/s1600-h/soliders5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223932123379588770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SH8ilrDK3qI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sUfknSq7Eo0/s320/soliders5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think friends who are not protective of their other friends are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fucking pathetic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A lot who claim to be my own friends are like that.Disgusting.It's like,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?when you see your friend being dissed by someone else,you just stand there and say 'eh cool down' instead of defending your friend?Then what the fuck are you called a 'friend' for?I am a very protective person,i defend anyone who needs it.Even if it's a stranger.&lt;em&gt;Whatever&lt;/em&gt;.Bottom line is,dont call yourself a friend when you are not,if not,when people like me talk about real friends or claim to be a good friend, we stoop down to the same level as you.And that's just &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Also, i don't need pity when i am down,but i dont need another friend to also be oblivious of the fact that i am down.Please don't ignore the strong ones and just be there for the weak ones,because you dont really know who needs it more.Just remember,that when the strong one breaks down,the impact is harder and there is a &lt;strong&gt;damn good reason&lt;/strong&gt; behind it.So, friends of mine,dont worry,i will still be meeting you guys for coffee sessions every now and then in the hopes of imparting my knowledge to you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-1447631830730480273?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/1447631830730480273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/1447631830730480273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/07/freaks.html' title='Freaks.'/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SH8ilrDK3qI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sUfknSq7Eo0/s72-c/soliders5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-8262541244170567059</id><published>2008-07-16T07:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:07:14.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willy Wonka'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SH2QBFluCdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/enNfE500e24/s1600-h/willy-wonka-choc-factory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223489491174296018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SH2QBFluCdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/enNfE500e24/s320/willy-wonka-choc-factory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think people who are passionate about cooking and baking are of a different breed.Amazing,really.Like Chandee and my Sister,they just do it because they find some sort of escape in doing so.How lovely,i really wish i was a guy,so that i can appreciate them the right way.I mean,even when my sister doesnt have money,and i suddenly have a craving for cakes or whatever food,she goes all out to do it for me.Chandee too,whom i have never bought a single gift for in the past few years,but she keeps baking for me during my birthdays.How pretty is that?That's what i call Love.I am over the moon right now,because of these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-8262541244170567059?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/8262541244170567059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/8262541244170567059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-people-who-are-passionate-about.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SH2QBFluCdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/enNfE500e24/s72-c/willy-wonka-choc-factory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-187385028997249023</id><published>2008-07-14T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:49:44.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enough for the day.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone once told me that i was only qualified to be a roadsweeper and all i can say is that i can't and won't ever connect with her sense of humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-187385028997249023?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/187385028997249023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/187385028997249023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/07/someone-once-told-me-that-i-was-only.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-9056586486407375184</id><published>2008-07-14T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:06:38.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck Aladdin.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe i have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing against blogs,of course.&lt;br /&gt;Just that,i am not very good with words.&lt;br /&gt;Well,well,&lt;em&gt;certain things&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;certain people&lt;/em&gt; do has made me come to hate disney characters like Aladdin. Aladdin isn't even man enough to fulfill his own wishes,he needs the Genie.I love Disney,no offence,i love anything that has to do with fantasy.But fucking hell,some &lt;em&gt;bastards &lt;/em&gt;just ruin it for me. Thanks to these A-holes that i can never watch that movie ever again,introduce it to my sis' kids or visit disneyland and excitedly go like 'Oh look!Aladdin!' .Nevermind,i can introduce Nightmare before Christmas to the kids.Kids will like that right?&lt;br /&gt;Please dont feel pressured to understand what i just wrote.You are normal,i am the insane one and vice versa.haha!&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to go to Medan or Milan like Michelle says it.Good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-9056586486407375184?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/9056586486407375184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/9056586486407375184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-believe-i-have-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787355580371932074.post-8333518106820980669</id><published>2008-07-14T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:13:29.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My First.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SHrEOS71f4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/7v09KHXQjZ4/s1600-h/normal_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222702467769532290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SHrEOS71f4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/7v09KHXQjZ4/s320/normal_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                hehehehehehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787355580371932074-8333518106820980669?l=ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/8333518106820980669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787355580371932074/posts/default/8333518106820980669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotajarofdirt.blogspot.com/2008/07/hehehehehehehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12147688023380836282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sODyWSnYhIg/SHrEOS71f4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/7v09KHXQjZ4/s72-c/normal_0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
