<?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-23062870</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:54:59.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ba.ke.ry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LurahsLazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18072024587407500564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/23/41/4451432/29027887038441l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062870.post-114171705883333194</id><published>2006-03-06T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:34:40.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca.me.ra 002</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/DSC_0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/DSC_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/cosmotography---003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 10px auto 20px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/cosmotography---003.jpg" border="6" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not turning back . 2005 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/cosmotography---001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/cosmotography---001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the sun rises. Jan 2006 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/cosmotography---004-.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/cosmotography---004-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The farewell place. Jan 2006 .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062870-114171705883333194?l=whatsbaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114171705883333194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062870&amp;postID=114171705883333194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114171705883333194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114171705883333194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/2006/03/camera-002.html' title='Ca.me.ra 002'/><author><name>LurahsLazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18072024587407500564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/23/41/4451432/29027887038441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062870.post-114141199482552042</id><published>2006-03-03T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:45:14.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't miss what you never had</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/c13.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/c13.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is out of reach for me. Like a kid being kept from a jar of cookies in the kitchen cupboard and i craved for sweets! Love is diluted for me. Like a frosted beverage without a taste of sugar syrup. Love is out of a musical note. Like an overture without a symphony and i'd die without music. Love is cursed by guilt. Like a vampire i suck on my lover's blood and i wish i'd burnout at first light. Love is out of sight for me. Like a bat, i refuse to open my eyes and see. Love is a bundle of rejects. Like I had taken the bitter with the sweet and let the taste linger it my mouth. Love is always fresh from the oven. Like how the ginger bread man smiles after a half-hour of loving heat and as fresh it could get, as fresh milk before it spoils and decay. Love is out of reach for me. Like a man without wings to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062870-114141199482552042?l=whatsbaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114141199482552042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062870&amp;postID=114141199482552042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114141199482552042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114141199482552042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-cant-miss-what-you-never-had.html' title='You can&apos;t miss what you never had'/><author><name>LurahsLazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18072024587407500564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/23/41/4451432/29027887038441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062870.post-114136249307506553</id><published>2006-03-02T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:08:13.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pen and digital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Picture%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going digital just like Bobby digital. Still pretty proud of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and fell off my bed. 2005 .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062870-114136249307506553?l=whatsbaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114136249307506553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062870&amp;postID=114136249307506553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114136249307506553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114136249307506553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/2006/03/pen-and-digital.html' title='Pen and digital'/><author><name>LurahsLazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18072024587407500564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/23/41/4451432/29027887038441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062870.post-114132270539500591</id><published>2006-03-02T09:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T10:43:43.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bare with me, i am a learning idiot or, am i an idiot learning?</title><content type='html'>"People", as in family, friends and passer-bys had often told me that the army, or as in NS (National Service) changes a person. Stating that it is a transition and a phase that will turn a boy into a man and a man into a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;You know what's funny? , Noone ever said anything about being a soldier and turning into a waiter after that.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is not the army that makes you a man. How keen you are on your priorities and how you take charge of your own life..., makes you a man. Makes you a &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; person as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What im trying to say here is..., it's been awhile since i've earned and learned something. To be really keen and aware of my surroundings being my main priority. Everything seems to be self-helped. Therefore a boy that does'nt need to be spoon fed anymore, ...makes him a man. Same goes to any earning girl. Which also makes her a struggling single mother as well as .........errrrr.............. Woman are powerfull these days. It is dangerous to talk about them and therefore i shan't continue anything about single moms and their daughters too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Untitled-1r.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Untitled-1s.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Untitled-1s.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;These are two women that might scare you. One is the one that you'd get attracted to, the other is the one that flys around at night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahemm... pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude tonights rantings..., even if it makes me look like an idiot, learning. It is no different from other people. Everyone is a discoverer at something new and that discovery happens everyday. That makes us all learning idiots. Whats twisting is,... whats the difference between learning idiots and idiots learning. Hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to say this to a customer, "Bare with me, i am a learning idiot ... *scratches head" or am i an idiot learning? Hmmm which one am i? Would you please access me and tell me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Ah fuck that. This idiot is about to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062870-114132270539500591?l=whatsbaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114132270539500591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062870&amp;postID=114132270539500591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114132270539500591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114132270539500591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/2006/03/bare-with-me-i-am-learning-idiot-or-am.html' title='Bare with me, i am a learning idiot or, am i an idiot learning?'/><author><name>LurahsLazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18072024587407500564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/23/41/4451432/29027887038441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062870.post-114110009731494222</id><published>2006-02-27T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:25:24.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello, dear lady. A lovely evening is it not? Forgive me for intruding perhaps you were intending to take a stroll. Perhaps you merely enjoying the view. No matter. I thought that it was time we had a little chat, you and I. Ahh ... I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice... This is V. V... This is Madam Justice. Hello Madam Justice. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Good Evening, V."&lt;/span&gt; There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking... "The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent infatuation." I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've admired you... asbeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when i was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" and he'd say, " That's Madam Justice." And i'd say, "Isn't she pretty." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please don't think its was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, i loved you as a person. As an ideal... That was a long time ago. I'm afraid there's someone else else now... &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for someharlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and knowing a smile!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove you to her arms! Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought i didn't know about your little fling. But i do. I know everything! Frankly i wasn't surprised when i found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Uniform?" Why, i'm sure i don't know what you're talking about. it was always you, V. You were the only one..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his arm bands and jack boots! Well! Cat got your tongue? I thought as much. Very well. So you stand revealed at last. You are no longer &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; justice. You are his justice now. you have bedded another. Well, two can play at that game! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she V? What is her &lt;em&gt;name&lt;/em&gt;!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her name is Anarchy. And she has thought me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has thought me that Justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why could never look me in the eye. Now i know. So goodbye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now,save that you are no longer the woman that i once loved. Here is a final gift. I leave it at you feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The flames of freedom. How lovely. How just. Ahh, my precious Anarchy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"O beauty,`Til now i never knew thee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alan Moore, "V for Vendetta"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;1988&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062870-114110009731494222?l=whatsbaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114110009731494222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062870&amp;postID=114110009731494222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114110009731494222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114110009731494222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/2006/02/v-i-am.html' title='V i am'/><author><name>LurahsLazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18072024587407500564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/23/41/4451432/29027887038441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062870.post-114101530524955052</id><published>2006-02-26T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:02:16.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca.me.ra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/mosq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/mosq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crack in the sky . 26 Feb 2006 . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/baf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/baf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bored on a Sunday. 26 Feb 2006 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/baf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/player.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/player.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good cop, Bad cop. 2006 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/4%20play.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/eric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/eric.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have a good trip . 2005 . Lomo ca.me.ra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/beauti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/beauti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everstar's light . 2005 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/DSC_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/DSC_0263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random . 2005 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/DSC_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/DSC_0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; High tech palace . 2006 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/DSC_0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/103251776_4f7aaa6fb6.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/103251776_4f7aaa6fb6.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good morning . 2006 .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062870-114101530524955052?l=whatsbaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114101530524955052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062870&amp;postID=114101530524955052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114101530524955052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114101530524955052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/2006/02/camera.html' title='Ca.me.ra'/><author><name>LurahsLazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18072024587407500564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/23/41/4451432/29027887038441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062870.post-114101347256149044</id><published>2006-02-26T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:11:12.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of two.00.six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Emo%20kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/Emo%20kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emo Kid . 2006 .&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062870-114101347256149044?l=whatsbaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114101347256149044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062870&amp;postID=114101347256149044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114101347256149044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114101347256149044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/2006/02/pieces-of-two00six.html' title='Pieces of two.00.six'/><author><name>LurahsLazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18072024587407500564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/23/41/4451432/29027887038441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062870.post-114098492844256743</id><published>2006-02-26T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:00:54.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo.nu.ments.&amp;.Me.mo.ries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Head%20Automatica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Head%20Automatica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;V for Volant . 2005 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Second%20Chance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Second%20Chance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Give 2nd chances okay . 2005 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Man%20of%20Misery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Man%20of%20Misery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Animation . 2004 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Killer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Killer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Killer - Killher - Killer . 2005 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Graphic%20Designers!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Graphic%20Designers%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5000 Competitors a year . 2005 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Random.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random Wolverine . 2005 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Free%20Sitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Free%20Sitting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Free Sitting . 2005 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Tv%20Crack%20Convention.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Tv%20Crack%20Convention.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crack Tv Convention . 2005 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Feeler%20EXYZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Feeler%20EXYZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Virtual Steam.ulation . 2004 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Funky%20Death%20with%20Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Funky%20Death%20with%20Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A funky death with love . 2004 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Crashes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Crashes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Explosions in my body . 2004 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/3rd%20Eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/3rd%20Eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3rd eye Tele.vision . 2004 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Mass%20Orgy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Mass%20Orgy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cookies n Gingerbread Men are horny too . 2003 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Getaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Getaway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hate - sin groove . 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/My%20Bother%20and%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/My%20Bother%20and%20I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother and i . 2004 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Hero%20turn%20Villain%20later.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Hero%20turn%20Villain%20later.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hero turned Villain later . 2004 . Valentines day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover . 2004 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Cancerian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Cancerian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loveless Cancerians . 2003 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Fire%20and%20Flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Fire%20and%20Flying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fire and Flying . 2003 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Random%20Sketch.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/320/Random%20Sketch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Sketch . 2003 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/T%20Shirt%20Face.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/T%20Shirt%20Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lies in my eyes . 2003 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/1600/Random%20Sketch%2002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7848/2356/400/Random%20Sketch%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mary Go Round . 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062870-114098492844256743?l=whatsbaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114098492844256743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062870&amp;postID=114098492844256743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114098492844256743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062870/posts/default/114098492844256743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsbaking.blogspot.com/2006/02/monumentsmemories.html' title='Mo.nu.ments.&amp;.Me.mo.ries.'/><author><name>LurahsLazir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18072024587407500564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/23/41/4451432/29027887038441l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
