<?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-4122617205670726546</id><updated>2011-12-04T18:02:56.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face The Music</title><subtitle type='html'>Plato once said "Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back."

This is my song. Or a part of it at least~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-6298714214975058453</id><published>2011-06-03T17:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T01:37:33.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day I: Our Names</title><summary type='text'>Well, I don't usually do things like this, but they say that part of the fun of growing up is that you can act like a kid and get away with it, right? No, they don't say that, I just made it up, but they should totally say that.Anyway, I was scrolling some Tumblr today, which I refuse to get even though my sayang is a massive fan of it. And I found this 30 Day Long Distance Relationship Challenge</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6298714214975058453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=6298714214975058453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6298714214975058453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6298714214975058453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-i-our-names.html' title='Day I: Our Names'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-6143607826324050939</id><published>2010-12-24T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T02:43:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Dark Of The Night</title><summary type='text'>"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."- Stephen King*****People get emotional in the night. Maybe it's that primal fear that every human being holds for the darkness. You don't know what's out there, waiting for you. Or maybe it's that, at the end of the day, we're winding down, tired and worn from whatever it was we happened to do (or not do) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6143607826324050939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=6143607826324050939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6143607826324050939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6143607826324050939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-dark-of-night.html' title='In The Dark Of The Night'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-7412464915217379705</id><published>2010-12-01T14:14:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:23:21.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt vs. Faith</title><summary type='text'>From yesterday, it's coming!From yesterday, the fear!From yesterday, it calls him,But he doesn't want to read the message here- 30 Seconds to Mars, From Yesterday*****Doubt is one of the most human emotions to experience. If it's an emotion that is. It seems to be an in-built part of of nature to question - well pretty much everything, really. From the moment we wake up to the moment we go back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7412464915217379705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=7412464915217379705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7412464915217379705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7412464915217379705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2010/12/doubt-vs-faith.html' title='Doubt vs. Faith'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-3491420539382955131</id><published>2010-11-20T02:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T03:01:12.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.A.L.T.</title><summary type='text'>Can you grow flowers in the plain old dirt?Can you get back up when you're feeling hurt?When life doesn't meet you great expectations?Can you turn lemons in lemonade?Can you face the dark when you feel afraid?When life doesn't meet your great expectations?- Ali Slaight, Great Expectations*****H.A.L.T. is a self examination tool. It stands for:HungryAngryLonelyTiredBasically it's a way of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3491420539382955131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=3491420539382955131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/3491420539382955131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/3491420539382955131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2010/11/can-you-grow-flowers-in-plain-old-dirt_20.html' title='H.A.L.T.'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-1249425729076302133</id><published>2010-11-17T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:34:59.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You vs. Reality</title><summary type='text'>This is what I want to be doing.This is what I am doing.*****ASSIGNMENTS FTL.I'll be glad once I'm done with this institutionalized thing called studying. Don't get me wrong, I love learning. But studying has never been my forté (incidentally the French word fort or "strength." See what I mean about learning? I didn't read that in any of the books I've ever had to do for school. ~_~) Thankfully, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1249425729076302133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=1249425729076302133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/1249425729076302133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/1249425729076302133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-vs-reality.html' title='You vs. Reality'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2StKXq6H-tM/TOORpyom0HI/AAAAAAAAAis/HhUjDnSwTQg/s72-c/Singing%2BMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-3204198117041255306</id><published>2009-07-08T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:16:08.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream!</title><summary type='text'>I don't know where to go, What's the right team? I want my own thing, So bad I'm gonna Scream! I can't choose so confused! What's it all mean? I want my own dream, So bad I'm gonna Scream!- Zac Efron, Scream! (High School Musical 3 OST)*****I find it very strange how the movie I identify with right now is High School Musical 3. no, not with the crappy acting. And not with the romance. Though in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3204198117041255306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=3204198117041255306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/3204198117041255306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/3204198117041255306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/07/scream.html' title='Scream!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-1841203747327123322</id><published>2009-06-23T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:25:00.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Heart</title><summary type='text'>Foolish heart, Hear me calling,Stop before,You start falling,Foolish heart, Heed my warning,You've been wrong before,Don't be wrong anymore- Steve Perry, Foolish Heart*****In the movie Hitch Will Smith brings Eva Mendez to this thing called the kissing post. He explains that when they met at this post after a long absence people would kiss each other. Then he says "Now what would qualify as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1841203747327123322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=1841203747327123322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/1841203747327123322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/1841203747327123322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/06/foolish-heart.html' title='Foolish Heart'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-272851742301782932</id><published>2009-04-16T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:21:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><summary type='text'>You with the sad eyes,Don't be discouraged,Though I realise,It's hard to take courage,In a world full of people,You can lose sight of it all,And the darkness there inside you makes you feel so small,- Eva Cassidy, True Colours*****Today was a bleh day. It was completely just... bleh. It wasn't a bad day in and of itself. But it's one of those sorts of things where it only takes like one bad thing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/272851742301782932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=272851742301782932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/272851742301782932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/272851742301782932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/04/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-6798582409584323922</id><published>2009-04-05T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:25:10.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Kawan</title><summary type='text'>This post is for my Kawan. Tevaneea Satkunaseelan. Hee I like to type her full nama. Anywayyyy.Kawaaan. I know things with your boy boy are not very awesome right now. But they will work themselves out one way or another! Must be happy, Kawan! Because in my mind you are the happy smiley person. Happy happy happy is you. Okay!?Kendra says you must "Choose to be happy!"If not she won't show you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6798582409584323922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=6798582409584323922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6798582409584323922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6798582409584323922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-my-kawan.html' title='For My Kawan'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2StKXq6H-tM/Sdi-iB2PQRI/AAAAAAAAANA/R-mgnXNNZrA/s72-c/Me+%26+Teva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-1338324706451774473</id><published>2009-04-05T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:09:50.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage Is...</title><summary type='text'>I can see clearly now the rain is gone,I can see all obstacles in my way,Gone are the dark clouds had me down,It's gonna be a bright, bright, bright, bright, sunshiney day- Johnny Nash, I Can See Clearly*****I was in youth today, listening to Nick's dad speak on missions. And while Nick's dad is one of those people whose voice I could just listen to forever, (the only other person I know like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1338324706451774473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=1338324706451774473' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/1338324706451774473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/1338324706451774473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/04/courage-is.html' title='Courage Is...'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-733770939964610165</id><published>2009-04-02T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:02:04.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want....</title><summary type='text'>Hahaha. My birthday is in one month and three days. I'm going to be 18. Urgh. I don't exactly feel old. But then, I feel old. -_- If that makes any sense. :D Anyways, since I am soon to be 18. And it's a pretty important number! Not as important as it is in the States, but still important. I mean in two years I'm TWENTY. That's a 2 and a 0. Not something nice to think about. That means I only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/733770939964610165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=733770939964610165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/733770939964610165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/733770939964610165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want.html' title='I Want....'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-7432247791665234946</id><published>2009-03-30T03:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T04:41:15.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme Gimme Gimme</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I feel so full of love it just comes spilling out,It's uncomfortable to see,I give it away so easily,But if I had someone, I would do anything,I'd never never never let you feel alone,I won't, I won't leave you on your own,But who am I to dream?Dreams are for fools,They let you down,And I know that it's a wonderful world,But I can't feel it right now,Well I thought that I doing well,But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7432247791665234946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=7432247791665234946' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7432247791665234946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7432247791665234946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/03/gimme-gimme-gimme.html' title='Gimme Gimme Gimme'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-6930122666749748856</id><published>2009-02-26T00:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:02:36.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Something Good</title><summary type='text'>Tell me something good,Tell me that you love me,- Pink, Tell Me Something Good*****I feel like I'm letting everyone down.I feel useless and worthless.Am I letting everyone down? I don't feel good enough anymore, if I ever did. I'm really really tired and I really really want a way out. Sometimes it seems so long since I haven't felt this way. But I know that isn't true. I know that I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6930122666749748856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=6930122666749748856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6930122666749748856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6930122666749748856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/02/tell-me-something-good.html' title='Tell Me Something Good'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-1322421188697700030</id><published>2009-02-24T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:31:00.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody</title><summary type='text'>There you are,In a darkened room,And you're all alone,Looking out the window,Your heart is cold and lost the will to love,Like a broken arrow,Here I stand in the shadows,Come to me,Come to me,Can't you see?- Ricky Martin &amp; Christina Aguilera, Nobody Wants To Be Lonely*****Okay, I've decided. I'm over you. ^_^ Not because I'm angry, not because I'm hurt. Not really because of any other emotion I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1322421188697700030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=1322421188697700030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/1322421188697700030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/1322421188697700030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-so-serious.html' title='Nobody'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2StKXq6H-tM/SaLphhUnlbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qLtFt58TVno/s72-c/suicide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-7403018713910048556</id><published>2009-02-14T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:52:01.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big V</title><summary type='text'>It's so hard to say,But I gotta do what's best for me,You'll be okay,I've got to move on and be who I am,I just don't belong here I hope you understand,We might find a place in this world someday,But at least for now,I gotta go my own way- Vanessa Anne Hudgens, Gotta Go My Own Way*****Okay, the HSM series was lame. But some of the songs were nice! Sue me, I liked them. First and foremost all you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7403018713910048556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=7403018713910048556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7403018713910048556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7403018713910048556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-v.html' title='The Big V'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-2231893952451781595</id><published>2009-02-13T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:51:58.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day: T-Minus 12hrs 45mins</title><summary type='text'>Now that I've tried to,Talk to you and make you understand,All you have to do,Is close your eyes and just reach hands,And touch me,Hold me close,Don't ever let me go,More than words is all ever needed you to show,Then you wouldn't have to say,That you love me,Cause I'd already know,What would you do,If my heart was torn in two?More than words to show you feel,That your love for me is real,What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/2231893952451781595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=2231893952451781595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/2231893952451781595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/2231893952451781595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='V-Day: T-Minus 12hrs 45mins'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-8441218387692585149</id><published>2009-02-10T20:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:05:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Have To Live This Way</title><summary type='text'>And I'll be begging you, baby, Beg you not to leave, But I'll be left here waiting, With my Heart on my sleeve, Oh, for the next time we'll be here, Seems like a million years, And I think I'm dying, What do I have to do to make you see, He can't love you like me,Why don't you stay, I'm down on my knees, I'm so tired of being lonely, Don't I give you what you need, When he calls you to go, There </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8441218387692585149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=8441218387692585149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/8441218387692585149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/8441218387692585149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-have-to-live-this-way.html' title='Don&apos;t Have To Live This Way'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-6482968400042756937</id><published>2009-01-21T02:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T02:55:24.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Quiet</title><summary type='text'>Pros Of Not Talking To Anyone:- My phone bill is lower.- I sleep a little earlier.- I have time to do other things.Cons Of Not Talking To Anyone:- It's too damn quiet.- I feel lonely. ^_^- I lose my conversation skills.- I feel LONELY.So the remedy is, SOMEONE SHOULD BLOODY WELL TALK TO ME.I'm sick and tired of chasing people around and feeling unwanted anyway. It's very disheartening. That's all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6482968400042756937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=6482968400042756937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6482968400042756937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6482968400042756937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/01/silence.html' title='In The Quiet'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-8262078824551936128</id><published>2009-01-13T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:01:27.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me Irresponsible</title><summary type='text'>Call me irresponsible,Call me unreliable,Throw in undependable too,Do my foolish alibis bore you?Well, I'm not too clever,I, I just adore you,So call me unpredictable,Tell me I'm impractical,Rainbows I'm inclined to pursue- Michael Buble, Call Me Irresponsible*****"You have to try, 'cause if you haven't tried, you haven't lived." - Anthony Hopkins as Bill Parrish, Meet Joe Black*****This is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8262078824551936128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=8262078824551936128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/8262078824551936128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/8262078824551936128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/01/call-me-irresponsible.html' title='Call Me Irresponsible'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-8884282976328201455</id><published>2009-01-10T12:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:31:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Your Eyes</title><summary type='text'>Take time to realize,That I am on your side,Didn't I tell you?Take time to realize,This all can pass you by,Didn't tell you?- Colbie Caillat, Realize*****You know how they say you never know what you had until you lose it? Mm. What's funny is, sometimes you don't even know you had something, needed something. Until it's gone. I find it hilarious that my source of solace in the past week or so has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8884282976328201455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=8884282976328201455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/8884282976328201455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/8884282976328201455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/01/open-your-eyes.html' title='Open Your Eyes'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2StKXq6H-tM/SWgoPem-hlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Di2vLvk1hoo/s72-c/Phone+Wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-387343156507247153</id><published>2009-01-04T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:03:52.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Face</title><summary type='text'>I have only one thing to say tonight."God's in his heaven, all's right with the world."This is my face as I forget all the crap that's happened.I learned a valuable lesson here. If you smile like an idiot? It really helps you be happy. Second best? Is looking at yourself smiling like an idiot. Today was a Golden Day.It wasn't a necessarily perfect day. But it was grand all the same. I'm glad I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/387343156507247153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=387343156507247153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/387343156507247153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/387343156507247153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/01/face.html' title='The Face'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2StKXq6H-tM/SV-ZXnqxjPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bp7S46vU9t8/s72-c/Scary2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-4723267952564360339</id><published>2009-01-03T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:50:31.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abracadabra</title><summary type='text'>Take this sinking boat,And point it home,We've still got time,Raise your hopeful voice,You have a choice,You've made it now- Glen Hansard &amp; Marketa Irglova, Falling Slowly*****Ever seen a magician make something disappear so completely that you wonder if it ever existed at all? He makes it look so simple, yet you know there's more behind the trick. Behind the illusion. The screwed up thing is, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4723267952564360339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=4723267952564360339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4723267952564360339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4723267952564360339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2009/01/abracadabra.html' title='Abracadabra'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-5230307442911285429</id><published>2009-01-01T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:53:23.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Oh-Oh-Nine</title><summary type='text'>It's 2009. Finally, or more like, so quickly? Haha. I haven't decided yet. When I just sit back and don't think too hard on it, it seems like this year has passed inexplicably quickly. But when I do take time to think about everything that's happened? It seems as if it would never have ended. Indeed, couldn't have ended fast enough for my liking. A week or so ago Trisha said "At the stroke of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/5230307442911285429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=5230307442911285429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/5230307442911285429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/5230307442911285429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-oh-oh-nine.html' title='Two-Oh-Oh-Nine'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-913805206262734875</id><published>2008-12-31T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:55:53.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><summary type='text'>The house is empty. Everyone is out. I didn't want to go.Downstairs I can hear people celebrating.The clock hasn't struck twelve yet. Not for another hour and ten minutes.The house is quiet. The room is dark.I know that out there somewhere, my friends are celebrating.And I know that when they are done celebrating. I will be remembered.Hopefully.So I wait.Jared</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/913805206262734875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=913805206262734875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/913805206262734875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/913805206262734875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-737126358312076547</id><published>2008-12-31T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:03:28.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knight In Not-So-Shining Armor</title><summary type='text'>Oh, if there's one thing I hang on to,That gets me through the night,I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,I'm gonna live my life,Shining like a diamond,Rolling with the dice,Standing on a ledge, I'll show the wind how to fly,When the world gets in my face,I say,Have a nice day- Bon Jovi, Have A Nice Day*****I love that song.  I've been thinking lately, and I've decided. I have not been very good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/737126358312076547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=737126358312076547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/737126358312076547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/737126358312076547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-if-theres-one-thing-i-hang-on-to.html' title='Knight In Not-So-Shining Armor'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-1282644890501500240</id><published>2008-12-29T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:59:19.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Should Be An Official Holiday</title><summary type='text'>OMG OMG OMG!!! It's...WORLD KISSING DAY!!!Tomorrow anyways. That sounds like the BEST day in the year. xD That'll be fun. I don't have anyone to kiss. ^_^;; But still it's WORLD KISSING DAY. Ahahaha. Can't WAIT! I don't know why I'm so jazzed about this dumb event. It's pretty depressing if you ask me. But I don't care. It is WORLD KISSING DAY SOOOOOOOON. I can't get the info for it off Facebook </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1282644890501500240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=1282644890501500240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/1282644890501500240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/1282644890501500240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-should-be-official-holiday.html' title='This Should Be An Official Holiday'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-781247230392569414</id><published>2008-12-28T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:35:08.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Hero</title><summary type='text'>Even if I tried,Even if I lied to you,It wouldn't make it any better,Well now, even if I lose,The one that I would choose would be you,Said I'm waiting for you, and I'm waiting to know you,But I don't even understand myself,So don't ask me why, don't ask me why- The Calling, When It All Falls Down*****Happiness is a choice. I believe that. Firmly. I really do. But I also believe that sometimes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/781247230392569414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=781247230392569414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/781247230392569414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/781247230392569414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/playing-hero.html' title='Playing Hero'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-7506889150615147666</id><published>2008-12-27T13:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:09:06.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><summary type='text'>Last night. Or this morning if you prefer. It was AWESOME. That's what you call an adrenaline rush. :DMaybe it was stupid. I don't think so. What's stupid about it?Maybe we shouldn't have done it. I don't think so. Why shouldn't we?We didn't do anything wrong.What's wrong with enjoying yourself just a little once in awhile? We didn't hurt anyone. Didn't kill anyone. Didn't do drugs. Didn't sign a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7506889150615147666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=7506889150615147666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7506889150615147666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7506889150615147666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-3612152823594237530</id><published>2008-12-25T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:51:55.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Time Of Year</title><summary type='text'>To my nearest and dearest,On this Christmas Day,I wish you a good one,As you work and play,Maybe this year wasn't awesome,But it's almost done,And I hope we'll be together,'Til Armageddon comes- Jared Locke, Christmas SMS Rhyme*****Hahaha. It's Christmas day! That was fast. So much has happened this year and I'd like to post it up before New Year's, cause then everyone will be doing that. ^_^ But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3612152823594237530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=3612152823594237530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/3612152823594237530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/3612152823594237530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-time-of-year.html' title='That Time Of Year'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-2798239254130351432</id><published>2008-12-24T16:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:33:38.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend</title><summary type='text'>I love my parents. The following conversation took place shortly after lunch today.*****Dad: So got a new girlfriend already la.Me: Uh...no.Dad: Think we don't know issit. I read your blog.Me: Who's my new girlfriend then?Mom: Zoe!Mom: Lisa!Me: Two girls? I'm not that kinda guy.Dad: It's Trisha la. See he put up this "not nice" picture of her.Me: *DIES LAUGHING******Heee. Only a select few people</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/2798239254130351432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=2798239254130351432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/2798239254130351432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/2798239254130351432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/girlfriend.html' title='Girlfriend'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-1546816603806309524</id><published>2008-12-23T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:33:13.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Christmas Feeling</title><summary type='text'>Birds flying high you know how I feel, Sun in the sky you know how I feel, Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel, It's a new dawn, It's a new day, It's a new life, For me, And I'm feeling...Good.  - Michael Buble, Feeling Good*****I have no idea where I got that song from. It just turned up in my PC. I like it. :D In other news, my car got broken into yesterday. All they took were Adik's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1546816603806309524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=1546816603806309524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/1546816603806309524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/1546816603806309524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-christmas-feeling.html' title='That Christmas Feeling'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-5487439574041456058</id><published>2008-12-20T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:34:31.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Santa can you hear me?I have been so good this year,All I want is one thing- Britney Spears, My Only Wish*****Okay okay! It's a Britney song, but in my defense, I did not know that while I was enjoying it playing over the mall's sound-system at work. It's only when I got home that, to my dismay, I found it was a Britney song. D: It's like that time with the Jonas Brothers' "Look Me In The Eye." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/5487439574041456058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=5487439574041456058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/5487439574041456058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/5487439574041456058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-2524300456504461731</id><published>2008-12-19T02:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:40:41.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud Castles &amp; Shooting Stars</title><summary type='text'>I would just like to announce that I now have a fiction blog. Somewhere I will now post my random drabbles and such that I write when the mood strikes. If you'd like to read what I write you can find it:HEREThat will be all. :) I'll format it later. I'm lazy tonight.Jared</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/2524300456504461731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=2524300456504461731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/2524300456504461731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/2524300456504461731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-blog.html' title='Cloud Castles &amp; Shooting Stars'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-4110615195648823628</id><published>2008-12-18T15:44:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:06:29.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Women In My Life</title><summary type='text'>Your arms are my castle,Your heart is my sky,They wipe away tears that I cry,The good and the bad times,We've been through them all,You make me rise when I fall- Cascada, Everytime We Touch*****So I was at work yesterday. And like, as usual no one was really replying my texts. So I started thinking not too much :P Just enough. I started thinking about the people I care about. And people who care </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4110615195648823628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=4110615195648823628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4110615195648823628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4110615195648823628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/women-in-my-life.html' title='The Women In My Life'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2StKXq6H-tM/SUoDhz7qH9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/eF8aLui-z64/s72-c/12-02-07_1116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-8814427609118173124</id><published>2008-12-16T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:41:58.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YWC: Writers' Slam Article</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Arial Rounded MT Bold";  panose-1:2 15 7 4 3 5 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8814427609118173124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=8814427609118173124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/8814427609118173124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/8814427609118173124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/ywc-writers-slam-article.html' title='YWC: Writers&apos; Slam Article'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-7163885972281776832</id><published>2008-12-14T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:07:26.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><summary type='text'>I wore a tie last night. The first time in my life I've voluntarily worn one. The dress code for my youth group's Christmas event was "Christmas in Black &amp; White." So yeah. People didn't stick to the theme. Some only wore white with jeans. Some only wore black with jeans. But I stuck to the theme. I bought the tie specifically for the event. Haha. Here's a picture:I took it when I got home. There</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7163885972281776832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=7163885972281776832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7163885972281776832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7163885972281776832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2StKXq6H-tM/SUUgacgRPUI/AAAAAAAAACs/yEX_soGNb9g/s72-c/14-12-08_0019%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-6211307842771623839</id><published>2008-12-14T00:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:08:29.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masks</title><summary type='text'>"Boldness is a mask for fear, however great." - John Dryden, British Poet &amp; Dramatist*****Stamped Youth Ministry: The Christmas Thing '08Shaking. My hands were shaking. I couldn't tell you why. Maybe it was the knowledge that I'd have to MC soon. People looking at me. Contrary to popular belief, I've never been at home in crowds or in front of an audience. Strangers. I get scared, and anxious, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6211307842771623839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=6211307842771623839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6211307842771623839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6211307842771623839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/masks.html' title='Masks'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-4041671073194597198</id><published>2008-12-12T05:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:23:58.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miles Are Getting Longer</title><summary type='text'>"The miles are getting longer it seems,The closer I get to you"- Chris Daughtry, Home*****I'm home alone. My family is out of town until Monday.The house is empty.I'm lonely. Actually, I've been lonely for the past four months. I hate this feeling. You can't pretend. You can't hide, you can't make it go away. It's you and the stark knowledge that you are alone. Utterly and hopelessly alone. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4041671073194597198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=4041671073194597198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4041671073194597198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4041671073194597198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/miles-are-getting-longer.html' title='The Miles Are Getting Longer'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-7642620718482539132</id><published>2008-12-10T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:56:45.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Dreams May Come</title><summary type='text'>"It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of madness."- The Merovingian, The Matrix*****So, I watched Twilight last night. It was about as good as I expected. Nothing spectacular though. Watching it did get me thinking.In the movie, and book I suppose, Edward and Bella are completely obsessed with each other. One is mesmerized, and the other addicted. I suppose it makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7642620718482539132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=7642620718482539132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7642620718482539132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7642620718482539132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-dreams-may-come.html' title='What Dreams May Come'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-4857428678769329995</id><published>2008-12-10T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:35:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Twilight</title><summary type='text'>"What a sick, masochistic lion." - Edward Cullen, Twilight*****That about describes anyone who would voluntarily watch Twilight a second time. No, I kid. Perhaps I'm being too harsh. But let's take a step back and analyze the movie objectively. As a person who has not read the book, I'll here give my (objective) opinion on the movie-adaptation of Stephenie Meyer's novel, Twilight.Part One: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4857428678769329995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=4857428678769329995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4857428678769329995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4857428678769329995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-review-twilight.html' title='Movie Review: Twilight'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-2658939548892379365</id><published>2008-12-06T23:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:34:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infractum</title><summary type='text'>He tells everyone a story,'Cause he thinks his life is boring,And he fights so you won't ignore him,'Cause that's his biggest fear,And he cries but you rarely see him do it,And he loves but he's scared to use it,So he hides behind the music,'Cause he likes it that way,Have you ever felt this way before?'Cause I don't wanna hide here anymore,Take me to the place where nothing's wrong,And thanks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/2658939548892379365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=2658939548892379365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/2658939548892379365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/2658939548892379365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/infractum.html' title='Infractum'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-8404562978726977947</id><published>2008-12-02T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:44:12.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, Home On The...Condo?</title><summary type='text'>I'm home! That is all. Perhaps my brain will start up again after I shower and sleep. I feel icky.Just felt like making my presence felt again!Hooooomeeeeeee,Jared</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8404562978726977947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=8404562978726977947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/8404562978726977947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/8404562978726977947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-home-on-thecondo.html' title='Home, Home On The...Condo?'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-4589221137760657841</id><published>2008-11-28T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:10:00.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Go</title><summary type='text'>"I had a picture of you in my mind,Never knew it could be so wrong,Why'd it take me so long just to find,The friend that was there all along?"- Boyzone, Picture of YouWhooo, staying awake for more than 32 hours at a time isn't something I'd recommend as a healthy practice. xD Yeah, that's just one of the things I wanted to throw out there. It's a very important little fact, y'know? Anyways, on to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4589221137760657841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=4589221137760657841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4589221137760657841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4589221137760657841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-it-go.html' title='Let It Go'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-315456007363854609</id><published>2008-11-25T02:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:22:42.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Good Times Roll</title><summary type='text'>"I'll taste every moment,And live it out loud,I know this is the time,This is the time to be more than a name,Or a face in the crowd,I know this is the time,This is the time of my life"- David Cook, The Time of My LifeWell, Zoe asked me to make my next blog post a happy one. Well, she made me promise, actually. So I shall endeavour to do my best. Of course, as it's a rather large deviation from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/315456007363854609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=315456007363854609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/315456007363854609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/315456007363854609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-good-times-roll.html' title='Let The Good Times Roll'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2StKXq6H-tM/SSv4kzuBQhI/AAAAAAAAACY/7dIT_FSxa8M/s72-c/My+Face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-4715217244677432216</id><published>2008-11-24T01:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:28:47.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bend 'Til You Break</title><summary type='text'>I bought a new book today, "Fighting Spirit" the Bruce Lee biography. I don't really read biographies, I think it's boring. But 1) Bruce Lee is awesomeness incarnate, and 2) The quote on one of the first few pages struck me. It goes like this:"If you always put limits on yourself and what you can do, physical or anything, you might as well be dead. It will spread into your work, your morality, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4715217244677432216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=4715217244677432216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4715217244677432216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4715217244677432216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/bend-til-you-break.html' title='Bend &apos;Til You Break'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-3061855073177454266</id><published>2008-11-23T03:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T05:01:28.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Threnody</title><summary type='text'>A Threnody is a hymn of mourning. Though I'm no good at writing songs I can crystallize this feeling in poetry for tonight. But I get the feeling that this will be a long poem. Before that though, a quote."Dreams and  make-believes are all very well in the daytime and sunshine, but when dark and  storm come they fail to satisfy. One wants real things then." - Ms. Lavender Lewis, Anne of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3061855073177454266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=3061855073177454266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/3061855073177454266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/3061855073177454266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/threnody.html' title='Threnody'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-4706391155454176496</id><published>2008-11-19T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:05:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Future Holds</title><summary type='text'>I don't know exactly. But I'm scared. I don't know what's going to happen to me, or anyone I care about. Whether we'll even still like each other years from now. It's all so much bigger than me, and it isn't an entirely comfortable feeling. Who am I kidding, it's an entirely uncomfortable feeling.It feels like I'm at a crossroads and everything is ending, and new things are beginning and I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4706391155454176496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=4706391155454176496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4706391155454176496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4706391155454176496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-future-holds.html' title='What The Future Holds'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-4767514176326299957</id><published>2008-11-15T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:20:39.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner Take All</title><summary type='text'>ABBA sings a song, "The Winner Takes It All." The lyrics are HERE. Because I don't want to post them up on my blog cause they're long. It's my new favourite song. It's meaningful to me. At this point in life anyways. I'm tired. Maybe it's just that I've had to step outside myself into something new lately. Or maybe it's just because today was a long day and I tend to get emotional after such days</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4767514176326299957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=4767514176326299957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4767514176326299957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4767514176326299957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/winner-take-all.html' title='Winner Take All'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-6528569636609445005</id><published>2008-11-12T23:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:55:17.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From A Secret Admirer</title><summary type='text'>^_^ Okay, it's a corny title. But that pretty much sums up what I'm going to do here. I'm going to write a letter. To her. Because I'm tired, and emotional, and can't think of a better outlet to release. If you're not her (which you may be, but wouldn't know anyway) then just take this as a short story of sorts. Like something you'd find in a book where the author feels compelled to record the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6528569636609445005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=6528569636609445005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6528569636609445005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/6528569636609445005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-secret-admirer.html' title='From A Secret Admirer'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-3285471652055531562</id><published>2008-11-11T14:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:48:29.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love For A Day</title><summary type='text'>Wind and rain may pass me by,The world and all its glory,But you're the bird that I let fly,My favourite chapter of the story,Love, they say, is like a rose,Or like a turbulent sea,Or like stars wrapped in night's velvet folds,Or rain upon a prairie,But love I think, is a simple thing,Or at least it should be so,For to hear you, my songbird, sing,There is no place too far to go,Alas! There are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3285471652055531562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=3285471652055531562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/3285471652055531562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/3285471652055531562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-for-day.html' title='Love For A Day'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-7399382654446260976</id><published>2008-11-10T11:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:49:03.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All's Fair In Love &amp; War</title><summary type='text'>I like to dissect old adages like these. It's really funny how tings can contradict themselves so blatantly sometimes. For example, the statements "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" and "Out of sight out of mind" don't exactly play together very well. But people toss them around easily. Another adage which is just as common is this "All's fair in love and war" nonsense. Let's take a moment to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7399382654446260976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=7399382654446260976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7399382654446260976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7399382654446260976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/alls-fair-in-love-war.html' title='All&apos;s Fair In Love &amp; War'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-4845637096191100773</id><published>2008-11-08T11:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:49:21.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To What Lengths?</title><summary type='text'>Okay...I'm downloading the Twilight series of books. *Waits for screams of agony from all the guys and ignores smug smiles of all the girls.*Don't ask why, because I honestly do not know. But I aim to finish at least Twilight before I go see the movie. And maybe then I will be able to see what a little of the hype is about. But let it be stated here, for all the world to see, that if it is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4845637096191100773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=4845637096191100773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4845637096191100773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/4845637096191100773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-what-lengths.html' title='To What Lengths?'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-8102515335045495853</id><published>2008-11-07T20:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:49:36.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder Of It All</title><summary type='text'>Firstly, I know that my title is technically wrong. Because "Of" and "It" should not be capitalized. But it looks better this way. Trust me on this. :D Anyways, on to what it means maybe?I was...doing something today. I don't remember exactly what. I think I was watching Kendra (my four year old baby sister), I think I was taking her out to McDonald's. Or it might have been before that. Anyways, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8102515335045495853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=8102515335045495853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/8102515335045495853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/8102515335045495853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonder-of-it-all.html' title='The Wonder Of It All'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-5976809765146708116</id><published>2008-11-04T18:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:49:48.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>System Error: Reset Default Settings</title><summary type='text'>I hate Twilight. O_O Actually, saying that will prooooobably get me killed. So I retract that statement. :D Glad I got it off my chest, though. I will not go into a long rant as to why. Because that would be pointless. Because no one would agree/care. :DRight so let's see, what to blog about? Politics. For most people who know me, they'll know that I don't much care about politics. I don't much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/5976809765146708116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=5976809765146708116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/5976809765146708116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/5976809765146708116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/system-error-reset-default-settings.html' title='System Error: Reset Default Settings'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-7283403796358228982</id><published>2008-11-02T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:50:02.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankless Work</title><summary type='text'>Gordon: I didn't thank you.Batman: And you'll never have to.I never really realised what a sad place our world is until tonight. I mean, we all know that it's a messed up place. But a place where a girl has to hide pain that she carries inside from the people who care about her. A place where a guy isn't free to be who he is simply because other people tell him that it isn't a person the world </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7283403796358228982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=7283403796358228982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7283403796358228982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/7283403796358228982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankless-work.html' title='Thankless Work'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122617205670726546.post-9064433355176754063</id><published>2008-10-31T00:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:50:17.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Hell &amp; High Water</title><summary type='text'>I like whimsical things. I like the way they don't necessarily seem to carry much meaning to most people, but to the person who writes them, or sings them, or paints them, or whatevers them, they can carry the meaning of all the pain and heartache, and joy and passion, and exhaustion and world-weariness that this person has ever been through. I mean, the title of this post may not make any sense </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/feeds/9064433355176754063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122617205670726546&amp;postID=9064433355176754063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/9064433355176754063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122617205670726546/posts/default/9064433355176754063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredlocke.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-hell-high-water.html' title='Of Hell &amp; High Water'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05153626305468908949</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/-n4R_8UdeWE8/Ta9z-si3ohI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wj_WQkXy5zo/s220/25012011356.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
