<?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-1938828575601708312</id><updated>2012-02-02T05:12:26.507+08:00</updated><category term='lalala'/><title type='text'>\m/ For The World  \m/</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-3494141794627594108</id><published>2011-10-23T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:01:36.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ToBBNzL5xnY/TqPlS3gNWvI/AAAAAAAAAto/qlU_Soo7Cz0/s1600/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ToBBNzL5xnY/TqPlS3gNWvI/AAAAAAAAAto/qlU_Soo7Cz0/s400/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666624868461665010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and relationships are never like the movies no matter how much we want them to be. But when something beautiful ends, for whatever reason, it's most important not to be disappointed that it's over, but glad that it happened at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we just have to let go of someone who matters to us not because we have to, but because it’s the right thing to do. Let us remember that we can’t force anyone to love us. We can’t beg someone to stay when she/he wants to leave or be with someone else. This is what love is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the end of love is not the end of life. It should be the beginning of understanding that everything leaves for a reason, but leaves with a lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-3494141794627594108?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/3494141794627594108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=3494141794627594108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3494141794627594108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3494141794627594108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ToBBNzL5xnY/TqPlS3gNWvI/AAAAAAAAAto/qlU_Soo7Cz0/s72-c/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4665567874657333040</id><published>2011-08-23T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:47:18.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My gift is my love for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PqBQMjKk2jA/TlO8IbxryJI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/cSgxBexBBEM/s1600/215777_1881141581698_1036073413_2129194_5429858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PqBQMjKk2jA/TlO8IbxryJI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/cSgxBexBBEM/s400/215777_1881141581698_1036073413_2129194_5429858_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644061611106486418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of those who can easily hide this feelings.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have much money but girl if I did&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy a big house where we both could live&lt;br /&gt;My life is wonderful with you around&lt;br /&gt;And you're the sweetest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;I love you girl cause someone like you come once in a life time ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4665567874657333040?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4665567874657333040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4665567874657333040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4665567874657333040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4665567874657333040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-gift-is-my-love-for-you.html' title='My gift is my love for you'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PqBQMjKk2jA/TlO8IbxryJI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/cSgxBexBBEM/s72-c/215777_1881141581698_1036073413_2129194_5429858_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6922051592936645933</id><published>2011-08-09T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:44:58.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Should Have Killed Me When You Had The Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s0eFu1XJzhI/TkDJU03OCsI/AAAAAAAAAsI/jK88BnACLl0/s1600/killed_by_beckybrooks-d36rr10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s0eFu1XJzhI/TkDJU03OCsI/AAAAAAAAAsI/jK88BnACLl0/s400/killed_by_beckybrooks-d36rr10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638728093092678338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writings on the wall, you've read that I'll be gone, but if you call my name&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'll come running, for one more night to spare with you &lt;br /&gt;This is where I'm meant to be, please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into your house this morning&lt;br /&gt;I brought the gun from our end table&lt;br /&gt;Your blood was strewn across the walls&lt;br /&gt;They'll find you on your bathroom floor when I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should I write it all off?&lt;br /&gt;You should have killed me when you had the chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6922051592936645933?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6922051592936645933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6922051592936645933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6922051592936645933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6922051592936645933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-should-have-killed-me-when-you-had.html' title='You Should Have Killed Me When You Had The Chance'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s0eFu1XJzhI/TkDJU03OCsI/AAAAAAAAAsI/jK88BnACLl0/s72-c/killed_by_beckybrooks-d36rr10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6810478262509742327</id><published>2011-08-07T09:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T09:57:17.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81Ce55QhT8Q/Tj3v6k4d1KI/AAAAAAAAAsA/mhHtUzhvhv4/s1600/Run_Away_by_GivenFateAngelHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81Ce55QhT8Q/Tj3v6k4d1KI/AAAAAAAAAsA/mhHtUzhvhv4/s400/Run_Away_by_GivenFateAngelHeart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637926098149692578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna run, hide it away&lt;br /&gt;Run because they're chasing me down&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna run, throw it away&lt;br /&gt;Run before they're finding me out&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna run...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6810478262509742327?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6810478262509742327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6810478262509742327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6810478262509742327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6810478262509742327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-wanna-run.html' title='I just wanna run'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81Ce55QhT8Q/Tj3v6k4d1KI/AAAAAAAAAsA/mhHtUzhvhv4/s72-c/Run_Away_by_GivenFateAngelHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-2542800172585114932</id><published>2011-07-21T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T21:26:47.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That shine that spark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rOfkmd2mhA/TigpA3CfmjI/AAAAAAAAArY/q-A4-zTbtrE/s1600/Shine_On_by_Kezzi_Rose.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rOfkmd2mhA/TigpA3CfmjI/AAAAAAAAArY/q-A4-zTbtrE/s400/Shine_On_by_Kezzi_Rose.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631796428777953842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tought us what it means to live and we will think of you everyday, we will never forget you. Here's to you and we will raise our drinks one last time, I never tought I'd have to say this, I never thought i'd have to say goodbye. One life lost a thousand memories fade in, your memory will never fade in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You opened your door to show me there was hope so I'll take it and run to show the world so they will know your fire won't burn out and I hope heaven needs you more then I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-2542800172585114932?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/2542800172585114932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=2542800172585114932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2542800172585114932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2542800172585114932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/07/that-shine-that-spark.html' title='That shine that spark'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rOfkmd2mhA/TigpA3CfmjI/AAAAAAAAArY/q-A4-zTbtrE/s72-c/Shine_On_by_Kezzi_Rose.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-604171156554810287</id><published>2011-06-10T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:15:47.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlIR54dtwjM/TfHSE2g01HI/AAAAAAAAArI/tFisNBo2K50/s1600/Behind_the_Scenes_by_00fusion00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlIR54dtwjM/TfHSE2g01HI/AAAAAAAAArI/tFisNBo2K50/s400/Behind_the_Scenes_by_00fusion00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616501191102223474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She means the world to me. Wanna tell her that she's beautiful, and show her that she's loved. Hold her hand when she's scared, tell her how much I care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-604171156554810287?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/604171156554810287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=604171156554810287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/604171156554810287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/604171156554810287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/06/behind-scenes.html' title='Behind the scenes'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlIR54dtwjM/TfHSE2g01HI/AAAAAAAAArI/tFisNBo2K50/s72-c/Behind_the_Scenes_by_00fusion00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-7140944919735867987</id><published>2011-06-03T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:29:31.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Side To Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RnAPyuEUxdU/TehiudJycfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Wx1CNUdsLEo/s1600/da521d5e701ee3b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RnAPyuEUxdU/TehiudJycfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Wx1CNUdsLEo/s400/da521d5e701ee3b7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613845485756510706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about you girl is you just wanted to be my girl, never had another care in the world never begging for diamonds and pearls. Damn I love your smile and your hair when it curls, all I wanna do is take your picture no make up on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-7140944919735867987?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/7140944919735867987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=7140944919735867987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/7140944919735867987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/7140944919735867987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/06/side-to-side.html' title='Side To Side'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RnAPyuEUxdU/TehiudJycfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Wx1CNUdsLEo/s72-c/da521d5e701ee3b7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-3488139907232356838</id><published>2011-06-02T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:59:59.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With money you can buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-fVz929MMQ/TeeJSEZqsvI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hzSrrssOTkI/s1600/Blood_Money_by_ngbates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-fVz929MMQ/TeeJSEZqsvI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hzSrrssOTkI/s400/Blood_Money_by_ngbates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613606404052660978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With money you can buy a house, but not a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With money you can buy a clock, but not time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With money you can buy a book, but not knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With money you can buy medicine, but not life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With money you can buy sex, but not love.﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-3488139907232356838?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/3488139907232356838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=3488139907232356838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3488139907232356838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3488139907232356838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/06/with-money-you-can-buy.html' title='With money you can buy'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-fVz929MMQ/TeeJSEZqsvI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hzSrrssOTkI/s72-c/Blood_Money_by_ngbates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4996066412820598721</id><published>2011-04-15T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:14:05.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-IkayA5jcI/TafwLQukHSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/gfgPM3HGcpI/s1600/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-IkayA5jcI/TafwLQukHSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/gfgPM3HGcpI/s400/cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595705138290629922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never really find those perfect words.&lt;br /&gt;Something more than just "Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remember the good times when there's just so much heartache,&lt;br /&gt;but they deserve more than that.&lt;br /&gt;They deserve more than just one single moment of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just remember that when there's enough love in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;To burst like a fucking supernova&lt;br /&gt;And there sure is enough love in our heart to smile that famous smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all lose someone at some point in our lives,&lt;br /&gt;but don't ever let go of that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on forever. Because that's our final dedication&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4996066412820598721?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4996066412820598721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4996066412820598721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4996066412820598721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4996066412820598721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/04/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-IkayA5jcI/TafwLQukHSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/gfgPM3HGcpI/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-84783968174496695</id><published>2011-04-13T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:04:48.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q15zn_l7QpQ/TaWfXSeP0rI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fI9vjQFp6dw/s1600/Cat_by_ECKSbloodECKS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q15zn_l7QpQ/TaWfXSeP0rI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fI9vjQFp6dw/s400/Cat_by_ECKSbloodECKS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595053334522221234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is this cat.&lt;br /&gt;This is is cat.&lt;br /&gt;This is how cat.&lt;br /&gt;This is to cat.&lt;br /&gt;This is keep cat.&lt;br /&gt;This is a cat.&lt;br /&gt;This is dumbass cat.&lt;br /&gt;This is busy cat.&lt;br /&gt;This is for cat.&lt;br /&gt;This is forty cat.&lt;br /&gt;This is seconds cat.&lt;br /&gt;* Now go back and read the THIRD word in each sentence starting at the top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-84783968174496695?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/84783968174496695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=84783968174496695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/84783968174496695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/84783968174496695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/04/cats.html' title='Cats'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q15zn_l7QpQ/TaWfXSeP0rI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fI9vjQFp6dw/s72-c/Cat_by_ECKSbloodECKS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-1705945351577864192</id><published>2011-03-23T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:42:00.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Medina - What Are Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8F0XcU06r0/TYnON_RVZHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9pNwaQBBKDw/s1600/Photo-Chris-Medina-What-Are-Words-New-Single-Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8F0XcU06r0/TYnON_RVZHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9pNwaQBBKDw/s400/Photo-Chris-Medina-What-Are-Words-New-Single-Pictures.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587223552447571058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you whisper my name, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;How every single promise I keep&lt;br /&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;br /&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;br /&gt;When you say them&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;br /&gt;Then they don't&lt;br /&gt;When it's love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you say them out loud&lt;br /&gt;Those words, They never go away&lt;br /&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know an angel was sent just for me&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm meant to be where I am&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Standing right beside her tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be by your side&lt;br /&gt;I would never leave when she needs me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;br /&gt;When you say them&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;br /&gt;Then they don't&lt;br /&gt;When it's love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you say them out loud&lt;br /&gt;Those words, They never go away&lt;br /&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be here forever more&lt;br /&gt;Every single promise I keep&lt;br /&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;br /&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever keeping my angel close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Baby, this is the song from me to you. I know what's going on but I ain't gonna say anything. I love you, lets fight the past together]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-1705945351577864192?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/1705945351577864192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=1705945351577864192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1705945351577864192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1705945351577864192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/03/chris-medina-what-are-words.html' title='Chris Medina - What Are Words'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8F0XcU06r0/TYnON_RVZHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9pNwaQBBKDw/s72-c/Photo-Chris-Medina-What-Are-Words-New-Single-Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8247300195519019922</id><published>2011-03-23T13:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:39:17.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not that dumb as you think I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ-In6m_IPk/TYmAHAp7I7I/AAAAAAAAAqM/UspwK3GkJOA/s1600/bleble_by_Wacia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ-In6m_IPk/TYmAHAp7I7I/AAAAAAAAAqM/UspwK3GkJOA/s400/bleble_by_Wacia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587137670653092786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have eyes to see, I got heart to feel and I got a brain to think. I'm not as dumb as you think I am. I know what's going on, is just I don't wanna say anything much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my side of the story I want to tell you but sometime I feel like is the best not to tell you now. I don't wan cause of what I feel, change the both of us. I really really am trying my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want us to turn out what we want. I really love you and I'm not giving up. Sometimes I just wish you would tell me what going on your mind. I wish that person can get away from our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and it will always stay that way, but today for the very first time I got a feeling that you gonna leave me. Not sure why I feel this way, maybe I'm crazy or I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you and today is us being together for a week and I really want us to last. Guess I just scare of losing you, scare of losing what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Sometimes I wish I never knew the truth behind this door"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8247300195519019922?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8247300195519019922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8247300195519019922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8247300195519019922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8247300195519019922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-that-dumb-as-you-think-i-am.html' title='I&apos;m not that dumb as you think I am'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ-In6m_IPk/TYmAHAp7I7I/AAAAAAAAAqM/UspwK3GkJOA/s72-c/bleble_by_Wacia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8049860432728593520</id><published>2011-03-17T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T11:00:07.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Our Story Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbVFcrAjyW0/TYF19ej1FfI/AAAAAAAAApk/vMOJE3HGdWI/s1600/IMG_0069x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbVFcrAjyW0/TYF19ej1FfI/AAAAAAAAApk/vMOJE3HGdWI/s400/IMG_0069x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584874711951939058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can tell everyone that I'm no longer single. I'm taken so is my heart by this girl call Claudia Tan Shu Min. We are together now which makes me real happy. I finally understand what true love means again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I won't let you down. I will do my best in anyways just to show you my best and make you happy. I know we have our past, a past that we can hardly forget but hey look at us now. It's no longer your world or my world but it's our world now, so girl let's do this together okay? We can pull this off, we can fight for what we believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, let the damn bitch be the ghost of our past. It's no longer what you have to face it anymore, I will face it with you. You don't have to be alone to walk this road anymore, cause I'm walking it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to disappoint you and I won't break that promise. I won't let go of this love, and girl let's fuck the rest cause we the best. I love you baby, I really do and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "This is a new chapter now, let's write it together ♥"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8049860432728593520?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8049860432728593520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8049860432728593520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8049860432728593520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8049860432728593520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-our-story-now.html' title='This Is Our Story Now'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbVFcrAjyW0/TYF19ej1FfI/AAAAAAAAApk/vMOJE3HGdWI/s72-c/IMG_0069x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8398774757323264988</id><published>2011-03-10T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:31:15.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Become Of Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4hU2Txm5W2Q/TXepKAlk0DI/AAAAAAAAApc/QRJT9jzNi98/s1600/STAY_STRONG_by_MYSOTiS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4hU2Txm5W2Q/TXepKAlk0DI/AAAAAAAAApc/QRJT9jzNi98/s400/STAY_STRONG_by_MYSOTiS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582116252570406962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you guys may think so fast? I'm back again blog? Well something just happen. You see she ask me to let go yet again. And somehow I guess I become a main sources for her pain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She want us to be friends? Cause she afraid to hurt everyone in this situation. Well I will still love her, still adores her, still miss her, still be fighting for her, still not letting go of this love I have for her and lastly I will still be waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If being friends is what she really want then I will do it I guess? I won't be happy but at least she will be. As long as she smile again, that's all that matters to me. I will still wait, I have nothing to lose anymore. This time I'm doing this alone, I won't give up on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she ever hurts you tell me, cause I won't like you be treat that way. I'm here for her, now and forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "The fire in my eyes are still burning, my heart is still beating and my love for you ain't dying."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8398774757323264988?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8398774757323264988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8398774757323264988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8398774757323264988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8398774757323264988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-become-of-us.html' title='What Become Of Us'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4hU2Txm5W2Q/TXepKAlk0DI/AAAAAAAAApc/QRJT9jzNi98/s72-c/STAY_STRONG_by_MYSOTiS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-5609142292860881841</id><published>2011-03-09T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:40:07.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Of The Younger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bUgyon-haBM/TXd_oMi9CCI/AAAAAAAAApU/4wyB5ZXjpDw/s1600/The_wonders_of_the_younger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bUgyon-haBM/TXd_oMi9CCI/AAAAAAAAApU/4wyB5ZXjpDw/s400/The_wonders_of_the_younger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582070591688345634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Ya I know, it's long since I blog again? Well just to keep my blog alive here's a little post. Well school is great? Never been better I guess? Family are still strong as the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well and my love for her? Let's just say that even Superman can't break it? My love for her is strong and I'm not giving up nor will I let go like this. I'm fighting for her and trying my very best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna treat her right. She deserve better, I won't make her sad nor will I make her cry. I love her and I'm still doing everything I can to show her that I'm worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm making a stand. No longer that old Raymond wishing for love to come but now I'm fighting for the love I want! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon, I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Something in my heart told me to tell you, I love you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-5609142292860881841?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/5609142292860881841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=5609142292860881841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5609142292860881841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5609142292860881841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonder-of-younger.html' title='Wonder Of The Younger'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bUgyon-haBM/TXd_oMi9CCI/AAAAAAAAApU/4wyB5ZXjpDw/s72-c/The_wonders_of_the_younger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8626429439651318557</id><published>2011-03-06T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:23:09.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9M2UpxUF6M/TXJhVBM50TI/AAAAAAAAApM/AaNtparqJ-c/s1600/Bye_Bye_by_benzsg87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9M2UpxUF6M/TXJhVBM50TI/AAAAAAAAApM/AaNtparqJ-c/s400/Bye_Bye_by_benzsg87.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580629901993169202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, ya I know it's been long since I last blog. Well I got a lot things to do, love is most of the part. She's the first girl that I felt so alive with, I know it's weird way to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is goodbye again? Going MIA yet again, but I ain't giving up. I'm not giving out this love I have for her and I will fight till the end. I know this is the road she choose but I don't want her love to go to waste, I'm trying. I really am.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm not the person she miss nor love, but she is the person I miss and love. So be it, this fight is on and this time I'm serious. How I wish her stead know how lucky "HE" is to have her. Well I'm waiting and I will be there for her till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it, goodbye and so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "I'm always the one, waiting for you message and missing you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8626429439651318557?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8626429439651318557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8626429439651318557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8626429439651318557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8626429439651318557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/03/bye.html' title='Bye'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9M2UpxUF6M/TXJhVBM50TI/AAAAAAAAApM/AaNtparqJ-c/s72-c/Bye_Bye_by_benzsg87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-3572850218097230761</id><published>2011-02-22T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T19:47:54.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing have change, I'm still the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RocFeO6Elkk/TWOa1NVpTxI/AAAAAAAAApE/KNlJvAghJq4/s1600/circus_tales__gravity_iii_by_slevinaaron-d3a3u7y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RocFeO6Elkk/TWOa1NVpTxI/AAAAAAAAApE/KNlJvAghJq4/s400/circus_tales__gravity_iii_by_slevinaaron-d3a3u7y.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576471002518998802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been long since I blog. So I'm posting something now. Okay now there's a news, I broke up with her. Well I don't care what people say about us, just act like I'm the one who have the feeling fade and let me be the bad guy of this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's nothing much I could say now? Oh and I got warning letter from ITE, which sucks to the max. Oh well so be it. School is fine for the most of it which is a good thing I guess? Family still the same, awesome as always. Friends? Well Don't wanna think too much but I'm lucky that I have some true friends around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I will blog till here, will update next time if I have the time. I'm moody lately, "EMO" is still on till now, hope this feelings of pain won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "I lost my smile today, so I fake a smile so no one will know"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-3572850218097230761?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/3572850218097230761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=3572850218097230761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3572850218097230761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3572850218097230761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-have-change-im-still-same.html' title='Nothing have change, I&apos;m still the same'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RocFeO6Elkk/TWOa1NVpTxI/AAAAAAAAApE/KNlJvAghJq4/s72-c/circus_tales__gravity_iii_by_slevinaaron-d3a3u7y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8682020559110786083</id><published>2011-02-17T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T19:06:43.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Hell With IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwqsj7-gGAc/TVz_JASvpiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/kT-UBUR20ug/s1600/What_the_fuck_by_jasamdejan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwqsj7-gGAc/TVz_JASvpiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/kT-UBUR20ug/s400/What_the_fuck_by_jasamdejan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574610968940357154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it's me, I know I had not been posting anything lately? Too busy with life and love I guess. Still I'm here to blog about something? Well at least it's better than nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have a confession to make, I'm slowly becoming someone I hate. Don't ask me why cause I won't say! I'm liar, cheater and an asshole. I'm evil, no longer good and my mind is full of sick thoughts and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm not too sure myself. All I know is that I'm alone talking to myself, so unsure if the good side of me or the bad side of me will take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what really happen that make me this way now. Maybe love? Life? Or school? Well to the hell with it. Screw this, I'm leaving this fuck up matter! Now I know that in this world many only think for themselves! I don't even know why I try so hard to make everyone happy and end up I becoming the sad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck it, I'm gonna play from now on. Fuck you all! Don't try to get in my way if you don't want to get burn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "I don't give a fuck, I just came here to party!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8682020559110786083?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8682020559110786083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8682020559110786083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8682020559110786083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8682020559110786083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-hell-with-it.html' title='To The Hell With IT'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwqsj7-gGAc/TVz_JASvpiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/kT-UBUR20ug/s72-c/What_the_fuck_by_jasamdejan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-7862534897347135750</id><published>2011-02-13T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:17:01.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Between Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5bi7kswm-A/TVa612RttWI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iaHQMUt0Fp0/s1600/The_Space_Between_Us_by_MsCrys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5bi7kswm-A/TVa612RttWI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iaHQMUt0Fp0/s400/The_Space_Between_Us_by_MsCrys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572847023183213922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it's been long since I blog, but hey I'm here to update now. The love between us is up and down and I hate it. I want to make us last but how? I'm sad in 1 case is I just want us to be happy but how? And I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying that I want to break but I don't want to break at all! But time after time she keep pushing me away and that feeling is fuck up! I know it's not her fault? But I'm already keeping this relationship of ours slowly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I just got push away over and over again. Can't I even hold her hand? Am I not good enough for her? The space between us is far and I'm trying my best to make every second count but how? The space between us is worst but it's not getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we can pull this through and last long as much as we can. I'm not giving up yet, I'm just having doubts for this love of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "This love never dies till the end of times"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-7862534897347135750?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/7862534897347135750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=7862534897347135750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/7862534897347135750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/7862534897347135750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/02/space-between-us.html' title='Space Between Us'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5bi7kswm-A/TVa612RttWI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iaHQMUt0Fp0/s72-c/The_Space_Between_Us_by_MsCrys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-12954030728192458</id><published>2011-02-09T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:22:59.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing But Body Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TVKd1BlETbI/AAAAAAAAAos/ddx_obe1Rq8/s1600/8ff5af21e3d405435d86b5bc65be4d49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TVKd1BlETbI/AAAAAAAAAos/ddx_obe1Rq8/s400/8ff5af21e3d405435d86b5bc65be4d49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571689223293259186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be blogging about something different and I know it's been a while since I update. Call me crazy, mad, insane or retard but I somehow like this thing call Body Art. What I love the most is the tattoos, all thanks to a good friend of mine call Millie that intro me this show call for "Miami Ink". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching that show, I start to have another type of view on tattoos. Cause those people in the show get tattoos for a reason and also there's always a story behind it. That's what make me feel that having tattoos is not showing people that you are a big gangster or what but is just another way to show yourself or your life story to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I may not know much about Body Art yet but I want to understand more of it. Just cause there's black sheep in the world having tattoos but don't like 1 person change your view on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I do have plans for tattoos or design I want to get but I want to get it after I'm done with army? That's what I want to do now, learn more about it then do it. Sometimes I wish the adults mindset will be more open and not keep staying at the same place since many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp have tattoos and this is what he said, "My body is a journal in a way. It's like what sailors used to do, where every tattoo meant something, a specific time in your life when you make a mark on yourself, whether you do it yourself with a knife or with a professional tattoo artist"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a deep meaning in it, I won't say what but you got to understand it yourself. Alright I will end here, will blog soon if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Love is not a game but a test for both"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-12954030728192458?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/12954030728192458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=12954030728192458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/12954030728192458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/12954030728192458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-but-body-art.html' title='Nothing But Body Art'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TVKd1BlETbI/AAAAAAAAAos/ddx_obe1Rq8/s72-c/8ff5af21e3d405435d86b5bc65be4d49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-5130751864873541262</id><published>2011-02-06T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:01:52.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TU42bMPUrkI/AAAAAAAAAn4/h3IY42m8L50/s1600/Sick_by_AlliePieGal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TU42bMPUrkI/AAAAAAAAAn4/h3IY42m8L50/s400/Sick_by_AlliePieGal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570449629873745474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! It's been like a week or so since I blog? But it's been crazy or busy day for me. Chinese New Year is awesome! The sad thing is I didn't really get a lot of "Ang Bao" well it's alright for me I guess? As I enjoy myself with my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on the other hand which sucks to the max is I'm sick! This really sucks! Can't even go out and it's getting worst bit by bit! Don't feel like seeing the doctor cause again need money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can recover as soon as I can before my birthday! And she and me is doing fine, which is a good thing I guess? Alright tomorrow will be school reopen! Don't know if I will recover before tomorrow? Let's just wait and see then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing much to blog about now, but I just want to blog about some random thing to make my blog alive. Alright I will stop here, will update soon if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Love me or hate me, that don't bother me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-5130751864873541262?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/5130751864873541262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=5130751864873541262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5130751864873541262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5130751864873541262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TU42bMPUrkI/AAAAAAAAAn4/h3IY42m8L50/s72-c/Sick_by_AlliePieGal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4063189979282229952</id><published>2011-01-31T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:20:02.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world grow with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUbNuu0byeI/AAAAAAAAAns/R7uZRvdB0cQ/s1600/6a0105371bb32c970b0148c7f2406c970c-750wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUbNuu0byeI/AAAAAAAAAns/R7uZRvdB0cQ/s400/6a0105371bb32c970b0148c7f2406c970c-750wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568364192015829474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! It's me and I'm back again! Fast? Well that's me, always moving on to the next chapter of life. Just not long ago I had a quarrel with her. She said she don't trust me? Well she's afraid that I cheat on her, but the truth is I got cheated once also got my heart broken once so I understand the feeling and the pain so I won't and will never do that to anyone, not even her! So maybe sh just think too much I guess? I trust her but I just hope she can trust me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarrel really suck, just hope we won't keep quarreling already. On the other hand, Chinese New Year is getting nearer! Gonna get my hands on shit loads of "Ang Bao" hope I can get a lot so I will be able to get what I want on my wish list! So fast and it will be February, wonder how my life this year will be? Hopefully it will be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately it just keep on raining! And it's so freaking cold! I got a feeling that I'm gonna catch a cold soon! Oh gosh hope I don't get sick in Chinese New Year! I'm looking forward for on the 5th of February. Cause I'm gonna meet up with all my close friends and I totally enjoy myself with them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly I will like to ask this, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPEN TO ADELPHIA?! Seriously what the fuck happen? I know all of us are busy with each other life but we are like totally no contact! Well at least I'm still the one trying I guess? And one of them don't even reply me! WHAT THE FUCK?! Really wonder what the fuck happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I will stop here, will update soon if I can? Mostly I will be updating everyday for no reason? I just love blogging about life and I enjoy doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Giving you a taste of your own medicine"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4063189979282229952?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4063189979282229952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4063189979282229952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4063189979282229952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4063189979282229952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/world-grow-with-me.html' title='The world grow with me'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUbNuu0byeI/AAAAAAAAAns/R7uZRvdB0cQ/s72-c/6a0105371bb32c970b0148c7f2406c970c-750wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4049018238392803095</id><published>2011-01-30T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:08:49.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking A Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUVoqs_iMJI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FMo5elUfJVM/s1600/his_break_by_SublimeBudd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUVoqs_iMJI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FMo5elUfJVM/s400/his_break_by_SublimeBudd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567971597154922642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's me again. Feel like blogging now and don't ask me why. As the title says, I'm taking a break. From what? I don't have a idea myself too, I'm just too tired of life I guess? Yes, I have a girlfriend but it sucks that there's not really any chance to meet her. Slowly I'm kinda of tired of trying to ask her out but my feelings for her is still strong no matter what. It's just that knowing that she can't meet me just pull me down into "Emo" mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I log in to Facebook or Twitter, all I see is people life story but when will people start looking at mine? Understand my story, wear my fucking shoes and walk my road before you can start talking shit about me. Sometimes there's always people who like to see you sad, helpless and at your downfall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck those haters who talk shit about me, friends? Don't call yourself that cause you ain't one. I had it, no more Mr Nice Guy. I'm giving a 100% into it, take me for granted and I will give you my cold blood. You are a fool that try to fit in my shoes! You know you can never be me nor can you replace me so why try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gonna take a break from this crap, take a break from fuck up feeling for me waiting to meet her. I love her but I guess waiting is my role as a boyfriend now. And also break from fake ass friends and haters. Haters gonna hate but they won't get no love cause they know no matter what I will still get up once again like how I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now this is me, taking a break. No idea how long will it takes? Maybe real fast or it will be long. No one knows, and not even me. Like what she told me before we were together, let times speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Taking a break from life, having a vacation with death"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4049018238392803095?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4049018238392803095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4049018238392803095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4049018238392803095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4049018238392803095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/taking-break.html' title='Taking A Break'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUVoqs_iMJI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FMo5elUfJVM/s72-c/his_break_by_SublimeBudd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-1158663188072122737</id><published>2011-01-30T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:51:10.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here waiting and yet I'm still here waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUQ9Wgtuo6I/AAAAAAAAAnc/fpfp67t9pm0/s1600/wait_by_ehsvepsfini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUQ9Wgtuo6I/AAAAAAAAAnc/fpfp67t9pm0/s400/wait_by_ehsvepsfini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567642496284926882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys and girls! It's me Raymond! The owner of this blog, the brain behind fuck up or crazy ideas in life. It's me, my life, my time, my feelings and my love are all in this blog. To everything in life there's two sides of the story and this is my side of the story, the side that I want to share also the side that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that's a "not-so-bad" intro for my blog? Ya I know it's been like 2 or 3 days since I blog? Well who's counting? Don't really think there's anyone reading my blog? But hey what the hack, this is where I post about my feelings and I will keep doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about really but Chinese New Year is coming! Wish I will get lot's and lot's of cash! It will be great! And about 2 more weeks or so will be my birthday, I hope she's there but the truth is I know she won't be. Well that's life I guess, got to learn to accept the truth and face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in my mind all the times and that kind of sucks? Well not the I don't want to miss her or what but what I mean is that I wish she could be by my side most of the time? But like I say before this relationship is hard so I understand. That's the only part I can do now I guess? Still haven meet her yet after that day, how I wish there's more time, more freedom for her? No one to blame but that's my job as a boyfriend now, is to love her and wait for her even if it kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about her just makes me happy? I love it when she reply me "Really?" and look at me with those face telling you that she really want to know and interested at what you are saying, that's what so cute about her to me. And every time she tell me something, I somehow just want to look at her when she talk and will do some silly or cute action. And I will have a warm feeling in my heart and my mind is all about her. It's been long since I really have those feelings and I now that I have this feelings by her, I will try my best to make this relationship last. She's a metal head just like me which give us more topic? Both of us are like joker type if I can put it that way? Which is nice and ya, I guess we match and suit each other? This really is what makes me happy that I found her and in love with her too. And I'm still waiting for the day I can see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I will stop here before you readers find it weird that I keep posting about love? Oh and not sure why but I keep listening to "The Ballad of Mona Lisa" by "Panic! At The Disco" lately, it's their new songs and yes they are back! Okay I will blog another time, maybe soon? Maybe some other days? I'm not sure myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "This love is crazy but it's worth it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-1158663188072122737?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/1158663188072122737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=1158663188072122737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1158663188072122737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1158663188072122737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-here-waiting-and-yet-im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m here waiting and yet I&apos;m still here waiting'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUQ9Wgtuo6I/AAAAAAAAAnc/fpfp67t9pm0/s72-c/wait_by_ehsvepsfini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8767266727759803641</id><published>2011-01-27T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:42:50.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just happen when the time is right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUF5t79B7rI/AAAAAAAAAnU/EphsGL0nJkc/s1600/Love_by_LadybirdM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUF5t79B7rI/AAAAAAAAAnU/EphsGL0nJkc/s400/Love_by_LadybirdM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566864444501388978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, if you guys know I'm now in a relationship. And everyone have their own story, so this is mine or us if I put it that way? I won't say about how I know her or what happen between us but what I want to say what we did that make us who we are, together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you should you know, we stay very far from each other. She stay at the North and I stay at the South, so it's hard to really meet up with each other? I told her that I may not be able to be there for her 24/7 when she need me till to us staying far from each other. And we may not know what will happen to us in the future but this is a gamble we should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this love is worth a shot, we become together! And I'm happy course she understand it, that we stay far apart and all that. Count myself lucky that I found a girl that like heavy metal, post-hardcore, rock and hate Justin Bieber just like me! We may not meet up a lot but we just gonna try right? To make this love between us to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told her that this love will be hard for the both of us but it's a gamble we got to take and it's worth a shot. So what if we stay far? As long as we ourself know we are in love with each other and that's all that matter. A lot people around me say things about her, but hey screw that! So what if those really happen that she play with me? So what if she is just using me? I took this gamble and I will deal with it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I say many times and I will say this again, I love her for who she is and I see her as a whole not part by part like some fuckers do! This is me and this is who I am in love with. Unhappy that we are together? Tell me then don't hide away. Ah love so sweet but yet so bitter sometimes. Just hope everything will turn out to be a happy ending for us? I really hope want us last! Course I love her and that's all I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya I find something which is real funny! You see I have this Sis and I used to like her, yes used to! And now I have a stead and there's this guy that are trying to woo my Sis don't know what the fuck happen want her to delete me from her Facebook? And he even added me! What the fuck right? Hello I have a girlfriend and what for will I like other girls! Plus she is now my Sis and what the fuck are you so worry about? Are you gonna lock her up in her own house next time if you scare she will talk to other guys? Dumb fuck to the max! Well it don't really matter much to me as all I can think of is my Eileen Pang Yi Ling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "She's one of a kind and she come once in a life time. And I'm happy that I'm in love with her"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8767266727759803641?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8767266727759803641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8767266727759803641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8767266727759803641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8767266727759803641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-just-happen-when-time-is-right.html' title='It just happen when the time is right'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUF5t79B7rI/AAAAAAAAAnU/EphsGL0nJkc/s72-c/Love_by_LadybirdM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-897435878807766092</id><published>2011-01-26T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:15:34.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Baby, Here's That Song You Wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUA3VLts7UI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9_uvcY-CBvE/s1600/WITNESS_by_ARealAdventurer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUA3VLts7UI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9_uvcY-CBvE/s400/WITNESS_by_ARealAdventurer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566509976491191618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the sun again,&lt;br /&gt;it's leaving now&lt;br /&gt;I've spent all night long trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;What I've lost and what I've failed&lt;br /&gt;When my feet won't hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make it, starting over&lt;br /&gt;And will we ever love again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, are you alone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;How can we make it?&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, looks like you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late, too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are again, to make some sense of it all&lt;br /&gt;All these sudden changes, maybe things are not so different&lt;br /&gt;Rearrange the peices, like it's all we know&lt;br /&gt;It's all we know, let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, are you alone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;How can we make it?&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, looks like you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late, too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put it together, what we've lost&lt;br /&gt;The pieces keep falling one by one&lt;br /&gt;Cos this life has us holding on&lt;br /&gt;Fall tomorrow then it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Fall tomorrow then I call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, it looks like you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;How can we make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, are you alone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;How can we make it?&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, looks like you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late, too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Take it all, leave the place behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no on else tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to post about today, so I guess I should so post this? Yes it's from a song and somehow I feel like this song is singing out my feelings right now? I'm not so sure myself too, it's just that I think this song fit this moment I'm in right now. Songs do show the feelings I am now course I'm not really sure how to show my feelings? Well it's hard to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow right now I have thought of staying in ITE, not sure why but just have this feeling? Just hope everything will turn out right, I don't wanna fall again. This is me telling you guys this. No matter what road I walk or whoever I choose I know is for my best but this is a gamble I'm going to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than love, I guess there's really nothing much I could say? We may stay far but this is the road we got to walk and deal with it. If only, just only you stay near me, so I won't have to worry much. But I guess we will let time speaks for itself as you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as times pass by, we will go down together and end up in a place where we want or not. Who knows what will happen? Let I say, it's a gamble we got to take! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's wrong with me? Lately I just like to keep saying gamble with life and stuff. Don't know what happen that make me do this but ya, I like to say that! Alright end of post, will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Forever is just a word, it takes two person to make it happen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-897435878807766092?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/897435878807766092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=897435878807766092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/897435878807766092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/897435878807766092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-baby-heres-that-song-you-wanted.html' title='Hey Baby, Here&apos;s That Song You Wanted'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TUA3VLts7UI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9_uvcY-CBvE/s72-c/WITNESS_by_ARealAdventurer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6061130393100852672</id><published>2011-01-25T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:44:59.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a wall stopping me from her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TT7b8AeryQI/AAAAAAAAAnE/o019XkLzzxg/s1600/Can_t_get_out_of_here__by_xLadyDaisyx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TT7b8AeryQI/AAAAAAAAAnE/o019XkLzzxg/s400/Can_t_get_out_of_here__by_xLadyDaisyx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566128013443844354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Posted a song lyrics last night, I put songs that is how I feel now! I know is awesome! Okay maybe I think too much?! Alright no idea why but I want to post about this! I meet her today! Yes in person, real life! It's alright if I put it that way? Nothing much really, it's just hanging out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is cute in many ways to me. Maybe there will be people say stuff like "Oh she is fat", "Oh she is ugly" or "Oh she so short". Well screw that! When I like someone, I like them as a whole! But kind of think of it, I thought I don't want to have stead thus year?! Gosh, well just let time take care of everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all good things that happen there will always be something bad? Well the thing is she stay so far away from me! She stay at Woodlands well not really at Woodlands but need to take some bus and turn here and there to a place where I have no idea what's it call and very fuck up area? And for me I stay at Telok Blangah Drive! For those who don't know is about 10 mins bus ride from Vivo! She stay at the North and I stay at the South! How fuck up can that be?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just see how it gone, hopefully it will turn up a happy ending for us both? Or is this "love" gonna be bitter sweets like those before her? I'm not sure and I don't want to think that far away. Just wanna stay here and do what's good for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I will stop here I guess, will blog soon! Oh ya! I gave her a piggyback ride when I'm sending her home and I'm the first guy friend who do that to her, not even her Ex did it before! Well that's what she say but I'm happy for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "I won't live forever and we belong together"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6061130393100852672?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6061130393100852672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6061130393100852672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6061130393100852672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6061130393100852672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-wall-stopping-me-from-her.html' title='There&apos;s a wall stopping me from her'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TT7b8AeryQI/AAAAAAAAAnE/o019XkLzzxg/s72-c/Can_t_get_out_of_here__by_xLadyDaisyx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-389809522251390628</id><published>2011-01-24T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:19:47.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If It Means A Lot To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TT165ctK5XI/AAAAAAAAAm8/38HW8oq4tPs/s1600/beast_by_zuckermelodie-d37l4vb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TT165ctK5XI/AAAAAAAAAm8/38HW8oq4tPs/s400/beast_by_zuckermelodie-d37l4vb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565739841876583794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really happening?&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll never be happy again&lt;br /&gt;And don't you dare say we can just be friends&lt;br /&gt;I'm not some boy that you can sway&lt;br /&gt;We knew it'd happen eventually&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-389809522251390628?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/389809522251390628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=389809522251390628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/389809522251390628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/389809522251390628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-it-means-lot-to-you.html' title='If It Means A Lot To You'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TT165ctK5XI/AAAAAAAAAm8/38HW8oq4tPs/s72-c/beast_by_zuckermelodie-d37l4vb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4660884568912394865</id><published>2011-01-23T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:40:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTxHVJDyV_I/AAAAAAAAAm0/33Aw_QcJfbU/s1600/a_winter_spent_alone__by_pawn01-d37l09e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTxHVJDyV_I/AAAAAAAAAm0/33Aw_QcJfbU/s400/a_winter_spent_alone__by_pawn01-d37l09e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565401668057716722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Didn't blog last night so I will be blogging tonight! Alright let me ask you guys this. Have there ever been times where you used to like this person and half way everything end? And now things are starting to come back but you have other plans than having a relationship?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That totally suck to the max! And that is also my case now! Well I used to like her and after some ups and downs between us everything ended. But now things seems to go alright between us, likes somewhat going back? Well I'm not sure, maybe that's just me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure myself too, I guess I will just take it easy? And let times do whatever it wants to do. Tomorrow is school again! And she asked me to meet her! I told her yes but I say if I can't then I will text her tomorrow! Oh my gosh! What should I do? Like should I meet her? Or not? I'm bloody lost! Dear lord what the fuck is going on with me?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to do and I'm a mess right now! Oh can someone help me? Okay other topic I guess? Chinese new year is coming and so is my 18 birthday! Gosh can't believe it! So fast and I'm turning 18! Hope everything will turn out awesome! 2011 don't fail me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will end my post here, will update soon! Maybe tomorrow? Who knows? All the best to everyone and all the best to me for tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "I found my heart in the lost and found box"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4660884568912394865?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4660884568912394865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4660884568912394865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4660884568912394865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4660884568912394865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/looking-at-past.html' title='Looking at the past'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTxHVJDyV_I/AAAAAAAAAm0/33Aw_QcJfbU/s72-c/a_winter_spent_alone__by_pawn01-d37l09e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-2963698151226272383</id><published>2011-01-21T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:30:37.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood, a place where fun never ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTmRNQ3hgxI/AAAAAAAAAms/sGon8xK4QvM/s1600/Childhood_by_etwoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTmRNQ3hgxI/AAAAAAAAAms/sGon8xK4QvM/s400/Childhood_by_etwoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564638471645135634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! And yes it's me, I guess that my blog is starting to turn into a daily update blog? Funny because last time I used to update like once every 2 months? Or ever more! But now I just want to keep posting something, just to let me know that I'm still alive doing this. Sharing my feelings and how I feel about life to people who read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those who read my blog, thanks. Thanks for reading my blog and thanks for taking your time to read it. Alright lately I had been posting somewhat a lot of sad post? Well today I don't think I will be doing that? Well I just wanna try to post something maybe fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have childhood, no matter good or bad. Childhood is a place where fun never ends and where there's no need to worry about much things in life. Living a carefree life and just do whatever that you enjoy even when your parents stop you? That's my childhood and I sure miss it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, all our mindset were so simple back then. Last time when I was just a kid, I thought that Ultraman was real! And every time I saw the Ultraman flying on the T.V, I will run out of my house or to the window to see if I could see the Ultraman flying across my house! Yes I was that silly back then. Also I used to thought that being a Power Ranger was like a job! And I will keep telling my parents that when I grow up I want to be a Power Ranger! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a child back then was awesome and enjoyable. Oh ya I remember I used to pretend to sleep at night just to see if my toys will come to life after I watched Toy Story! Yes my mind was that simple when I was a kid! Sure miss those time! Making friends back then was so easy! We don't really care who are you at all! We all just play along! Now that was cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as times pass bit by bit, all of us have to grow up and those childhood slowly became childhood memories. And thinking back to that time, I will smile and it's really a smile not just from my face but my heart too. Those were the times when you laugh the most and having whole lot carefree moment the most! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we grow older, we understand life more and more, bit by bit. That's life, we got to learn it, we got to fight it and we got to enjoy it. Okay, I will end my post here. I hope that everyone will make every moment count and enjoy all the small things in life cause that's how we know the true meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Sometimes I wish that the night will last longer"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-2963698151226272383?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/2963698151226272383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=2963698151226272383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2963698151226272383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2963698151226272383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/childhood-place-where-fun-never-ends.html' title='Childhood, a place where fun never ends'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTmRNQ3hgxI/AAAAAAAAAms/sGon8xK4QvM/s72-c/Childhood_by_etwoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-3015273377923367652</id><published>2011-01-20T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:47:56.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm to reason for everything that hurts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTgL5CakGCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/jKyGvSxe37w/s1600/feather_heart_by_harajukumatt-d37lj5o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTgL5CakGCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/jKyGvSxe37w/s400/feather_heart_by_harajukumatt-d37lj5o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564210414144985122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost, is this what I really want? Is this the road that I really want? Well I want but I don't want to hurt anyone in the aftermath. Karma always have it's way to bite me back no matter how far I run or where I hide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone, I guess everything will be alright? Everyone will be happy, I pray to God. Guess I'm scare? Afraid of losing my mind, I always say this is the last time but yet I keep going back to my sinful ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help, my soul is corrupted by what make me for who I am. I keep talk about my life, but who will help me save my life? Sometimes I do have dying wish, thinking that the world will be better if Raymond wasn't around. No one will gain pain, no one will shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already give my best but how much do you one from me? Hear me out, I'm losing it! Each day I just keep wanting to quit, thoughts of smoking is starting again. Slowly coming up on me and bite me on my fucking neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress, yea that's right I'm stress! Everyone deserves a second chance but mine was already gone. No chance for me left to redo myself, how I wish I could do so. I make my choice and it's a mistake. How I wish I could have a pill to take so I can forget about everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about those worry in life, forget those that I hurt till to me and forget who I am. I'm the main source of the pain and problem. Guess it's right when they say what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in my own mind, can't get out. I lost my ways, I lost my hope. That's why I start to pray again. Hoping that I will be better and out on for the dark place where I fall into again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep it real, keeping everything to myself. Never did I share those with my friends, I just blog about it. Wonder when was the last time I truly laugh or smile, not just outside but my heart and my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I starting to fade away from this place call hopes and dreams. The past is back, the truth is seal. I look up and is just me, alone walking this dark road. I'm lost in my own world that I created, I'm going insane. Turning into a madman in me, I'm falling yet again but this time the pain is worst. It looks like it won't heal no more, I lost my voice in this dark place. I can never shout for help, lost in this maze. Love have ended, the hate have started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Sometimes death await you, but you never know when it's your turn..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-3015273377923367652?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/3015273377923367652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=3015273377923367652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3015273377923367652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3015273377923367652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-to-reason-for-everything-that-hurts.html' title='I&apos;m to reason for everything that hurts...'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTgL5CakGCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/jKyGvSxe37w/s72-c/feather_heart_by_harajukumatt-d37lj5o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-7124531920558690216</id><published>2011-01-19T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:56:09.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTb2-Im1b7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/yE7wjDNfzuA/s1600/High_School_Friends_03___.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTb2-Im1b7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/yE7wjDNfzuA/s400/High_School_Friends_03___.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563905936985518002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a gamer, not a player&lt;br /&gt;I am a rocker, not a fucker&lt;br /&gt;I am a sinner, not a lover&lt;br /&gt;I am believer, not a sinister&lt;br /&gt;I am slacker, not a killer&lt;br /&gt;I am a joker, not a slayer&lt;br /&gt;I am a loser, not a winner&lt;br /&gt;I am a mess, not a maniac&lt;br /&gt;I am alone, not a pretender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, and this is who I am. Lately, I keep trying to isolate from the world. Having some alone time but I hate being alone yet I just want to do it. So who will come along with me and walk this dark journey. Walk into my mind, share my my pain, hear my story, wear my shoes. My mind is a mess, it's crazy, it's insane. It's a maze, will you take your chances to walk into it? I guess no one want and no one will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of line, end of time. This is the end but a new beginning of a new story and a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Love songs don't make me love sick but make me sick of love."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-7124531920558690216?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/7124531920558690216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=7124531920558690216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/7124531920558690216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/7124531920558690216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am.html' title='I Am...'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTb2-Im1b7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/yE7wjDNfzuA/s72-c/High_School_Friends_03___.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8391200985176986322</id><published>2011-01-18T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:38:17.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamble with life, time and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTWg1L-EV9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/TmClobx_2KM/s1600/take_a_gamble_by_normaajean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTWg1L-EV9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/TmClobx_2KM/s400/take_a_gamble_by_normaajean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563529750292748242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's gamble for everyone. Everyone have a part to play, a role to act. You never know what will turn out if you don't gamble with it. Recently I pray back to God, start to believe in the one up there once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life is about gamble and trade, and this year I'm gambling it with it. Giving it a try, not gonna miss a chance. And yes, this is coming out from a guy that always talks about love but I'm trading love this year for a better me. Putting love aside, stop thinking of it and stop trying with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will isolate from this world, with my art and music. Telling myself to go on, leaving my past behind. My mind is open now after I start praying to God, tell God about my problems, praying for the best for my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I keep believing in Satan. But now all I want is to be on the side of God. I'm not gonna leave Adelphia behind, I will be there for the other 4 till the end. I thanks the Devil for shutting so many doors in me but I thanks God for opening them up one by one to show me the better side of life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm reborn again, the birth of a new Raymond. I know you are up there looking, if only you are still alive to see me in this downfall once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Believe it or not, Angels do lie"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8391200985176986322?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8391200985176986322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8391200985176986322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8391200985176986322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8391200985176986322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/gamble-with-life-time-and-love.html' title='Gamble with life, time and love'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTWg1L-EV9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/TmClobx_2KM/s72-c/take_a_gamble_by_normaajean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8740302818005448972</id><published>2011-01-17T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:20:16.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends? Oh Sorry, You Ain't One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTQ9x45lWYI/AAAAAAAAAmM/sxu7rDgw1eM/s1600/Friends_in_the_Beach_by_kayellaneza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTQ9x45lWYI/AAAAAAAAAmM/sxu7rDgw1eM/s400/Friends_in_the_Beach_by_kayellaneza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563139367006198146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, another day another post. How's you guys lately? Well I'm feeling alright but my heart ain't in ITE now, just want it to end all the bloody shit now. But still, I can't fight fate right? I just have to let it be and see how far I can go and see what I can do or change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I'm lucky to have my friends around me to back me up. I know that I may not really have any friends in my new school and new class but I just don't feel like fitting in and I don't really want to pretend to be someone else just to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if I really make new friends, I will never ever neglect my old friends. Cause what I am now, is cause I have them. Without them I won't make it this far and still fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I start to pray again. I start believing in God once again, giving it one last time. Being who I was back then.  And now that I'm back to the place when I started, I just keep on walking this road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in ITE, I found out things that I should had known back then but I was to blind to see. And now, I will act like nothing happen but one day just one day the story and the lies will end. And the truth colour of you will be shown to not just me but to all the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I found out today that there's a word call Togetherness! How cool was that! Now that word became how we call us, well not really but we just love the word! Now I have my family, Adelphia and those crazy people in Togetherness that make me full of joy each day. Fuck the rest, they the best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Don't try to silence my words with your lies"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8740302818005448972?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8740302818005448972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8740302818005448972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8740302818005448972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8740302818005448972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/friends-oh-sorry-you-aint-one.html' title='Friends? Oh Sorry, You Ain&apos;t One'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTQ9x45lWYI/AAAAAAAAAmM/sxu7rDgw1eM/s72-c/Friends_in_the_Beach_by_kayellaneza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-3230667100630170251</id><published>2011-01-15T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:55:41.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rich &amp; The Poor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTGsxajzsgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/vjxaRDZkWa8/s1600/rich_and_poor_by_justNE1else.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTGsxajzsgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/vjxaRDZkWa8/s400/rich_and_poor_by_justNE1else.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562416979722351106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rich man's game, a poor man's grave. I just came out with this "quote" on the spot, ain't I awesome or what?! I'm just joking if you know what I mean. Life suck big time when you are not from the rich, that's being poor and that's being me. As you can see, I'm not from a rich family and money is a problem in my family daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time go by each day, I know that being rich is everything. Having lots of money is the joy of life. But sometimes you need to go back to reality and see our life as it is. But being poor is not something rich people can understand. Being rich, you can get and do almost anything you want with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But living your life as a poor, you understand more about life. Enjoying life with those small little things. Won't it be great if the poor become rich? They will enjoy life even more, living life full of joy. Or will the table turn? Will the poor become what the rich have always been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still won't it be great if you have lots of money? Even I wish that I have lots of it too. So I won't have to worry about a lot of things like my private O, family and life. But somehow I need to wake up and see that to this world, money is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I will stop talking about the rich and the poor, but I know it's like totally random for me to post something like that. Okay let's talk about something different then. Many people have been asking me how do I come out with all those "quotes"? Like did I copy them someway or did I TOOK IT FROM SONGS LYRICS like most people do? (I caps lock that for a reason, want to let someone see it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well almost all my quotes are mostly base on my life? If not, how I got most of my quotes are from other people's life, songs or movie. When I say songs, don't really mean I took their lyrics. As you should know, to me every songs is like a story but they sing it out. So I put myself in the songs, understand it, listen with your heart not just your ear. That's why I like Post-Hardcore songs, they are mostly base on life, love, hate, happy, sad, anger, family and friends. And for movie, I just make myself feel how the story of it is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the way on how I got my quotes, I know those are weird way to get it but it works fine for me. Okay, I will blog next time if I'm able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Money can't buy love, but money can buy romance"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-3230667100630170251?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/3230667100630170251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=3230667100630170251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3230667100630170251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3230667100630170251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/rich-poor.html' title='The Rich &amp; The Poor'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TTGsxajzsgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/vjxaRDZkWa8/s72-c/rich_and_poor_by_justNE1else.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-3730666743434303165</id><published>2011-01-11T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:19:27.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Love Me For Who I Am, Unlike You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSxgXPG6H3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/9-xbjF4oCzk/s1600/Sasori___All_the_Love_I_Need_by_ireal70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSxgXPG6H3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/9-xbjF4oCzk/s400/Sasori___All_the_Love_I_Need_by_ireal70.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560925592204484466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Yes I'm blogging again. I just wanna post about something I guess? My feelings? Not those feelings about loving a girl, but a different feeling I guess? Alright I will get to the point. My appeal course in ITE fail and it totally sucks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna appeal to change my campus tomorrow, just hope this works. If you read my blog post before this, you will know why! If I can't, well I maybe going to private O level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I'm worry about is money. I'm just can't stop thinking and worrying about money if I go private O. As you know, I ain't from a rich family that's why I'm worrying about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to my Dad just now when I came home. Despite whatever happen in my family, good or bad somehow we always turn up happy? I know sometimes we dislike what each others do but I slowly learn that in family, there's no me but us. I know it sound a little bit like love I guess? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I love my parents no matter what. I told my Dad that I'm more worry about the money, and he ask me not to worry about the money but let him worry about it. Listening to that, my heart have a warm feeling? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not those kind like falling in love, but something that parents give me that feeling? Now I even more want to work hard, he ask me just faster do my things and change campus. If can't then go to private O, I just hope everything will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I will stop blogging here, will blog soon I guess? Maybe real soon?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Come on and dance with me on my broke dreams"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-3730666743434303165?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/3730666743434303165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=3730666743434303165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3730666743434303165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3730666743434303165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-love-me-for-who-i-am-unlike-you.html' title='They Love Me For Who I Am, Unlike You'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSxgXPG6H3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/9-xbjF4oCzk/s72-c/Sasori___All_the_Love_I_Need_by_ireal70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6894984827663703807</id><published>2011-01-10T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:03:00.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not As Good As They Say It Will Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSsMDrTvrpI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RFU1WYblQ74/s1600/2e4ed6de364fe786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSsMDrTvrpI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RFU1WYblQ74/s400/2e4ed6de364fe786.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560551422223691410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, yes I'm gonna blog about my first day in ITE! It's totally not what I think it is. Well let just say it totally suck to the max! Let's start with my class, none of them (Well I think so) is like me. I'm more USA type of guy and they? Well they are like so totally Singapore! They joke within themselves and there's like "AhBengs" and all the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also something I will like to point out that my class don't even have a good looking girl! I know that is bad to say this but I'm just saying! Not trying to be racist but there are a lot malays in my class and I can't even understand a single shit they say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the class is like dam freaking boring and it's awkward as fuck! Don't even know anyone there! This just sucks to the max! Alright you know what? ITE is like bullshit sometimes! Like in the starting they show us video and it's like showing us how nice is ITE but in real life, it sucks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus we have to do don't know what shit ass game which also is boring as fuck and suck to the core! Sorry but I'm kinda of ranting on my blog now, reason why is till to my 2 hours of sleep and after that shitty ITE that's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know is like my first day for school but tell you guys the truth, I will like the normal lesson than this type of shitty stuff call team bonding or whatever you call it! Well best is to end my ITE life as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sooner this end the better my life will be! Dumb fuck to the max! I just want to say FUCK dam loud now! This feeling sucks! I think if I stay any longer there, I will start to hate it even more than ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change class! Better still change school! alright I will stop ranting already before I go ape shit and smash my computer into pieces! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Black sheep kills it all!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6894984827663703807?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6894984827663703807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6894984827663703807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6894984827663703807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6894984827663703807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-as-good-as-they-say-it-will-be.html' title='Not As Good As They Say It Will Be'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSsMDrTvrpI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RFU1WYblQ74/s72-c/2e4ed6de364fe786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-995030902498409738</id><published>2011-01-09T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:32:14.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSiNsriAY3I/AAAAAAAAAls/g_bybdtn8Vw/s1600/Dream_by_DanilLovesFood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSiNsriAY3I/AAAAAAAAAls/g_bybdtn8Vw/s400/Dream_by_DanilLovesFood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559849538727994226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, never blog last night. Don't feel like it, don't even know why but lately I just want to turn on my "EMO" mood now and then. How lucky I was that my Ipod is there every time I feel like being "EMO", maybe I should stop it? But I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, he came into my dream once again. The one that I lose back then, the one that I wish was there every time I smile. Last year when I'm near my downfall, he were there in my dream telling me not to give up. And this time round it's the same but everything and the place where it happen in the dream is totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that a lot of things and how I wish I can just tell someone than just typing out in my blog. All I know is that he ask me don't give up again and also the same he say he will still be looking down on me up there. I'm happy to see him again, say it's weird or scary that a person that pass away came into your dream or what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't really care at all. The one thing I know is that I feel more better now, less stress now. Tomorrow will be the day I step into ITE and have a new life, also I will put my past aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Why cry yourself to sleep when you can cut yourself to sleep with bleeding love?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-995030902498409738?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/995030902498409738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=995030902498409738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/995030902498409738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/995030902498409738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSiNsriAY3I/AAAAAAAAAls/g_bybdtn8Vw/s72-c/Dream_by_DanilLovesFood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-2851098247527287698</id><published>2011-01-07T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:10:06.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Me Safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSYBJFFtOvI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hIdP_Y4EhEc/s1600/Feed_me_to_the_Fence_by_BivTookTime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSYBJFFtOvI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hIdP_Y4EhEc/s400/Feed_me_to_the_Fence_by_BivTookTime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559132045532019442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! I know it's weird but lately I keep blogging? Well just wanna blog about something that's all. Few more days left till school start! Gosh I'm still in holiday mood and my sleeping time totally change! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess I need to learn to sleep early already? Have you ever have those feeling that you want to talk to that person but you know that he or she won't reply and that give you a fuck up feeling? I have, a lot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I just feel like turning on my "EMO" mood again! Oh my god Raymond is turning "EMO" again! Maybe she is the reason why? Or I just listen too much Post-Hardcore songs? Who knows, not even I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feel like smoking again. For those who know me knows that I only smoke when I'm stress, don't ask me why I do that course I just want to give me a reason not to smoke. And yes the Raymond that's always happy go lucky is stress?! Well I'm a human too, I do have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm stress up about ITE? Having new things around me and also her, how I wish she will know how much I feel about this. Love do hurts a lot and I learn it the hard way. Do I stand a chance? The answer is no, I don't have to ask her at all I just know it. A guy like me will never get a girl who love me as a whole. Alright I will stop here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Don't need to apologize to me silly, I'm the one getting the heartbreak not you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to God: I never say this but God please wash my sins away, I never ask much from you and I know I'm a sinner but please enough is enough! Just RAIN on me and wash away my sins as I am just a MAN. In the back of my head the Devil speaks to me. More sins to be ahead of me, but I'm trying my best to turn my life around. Well just turn my life better and I promise that I will be good, but never ever take my family, friends and Adelphia away from me! I need help... I need a listener... I need someone... I need you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-2851098247527287698?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/2851098247527287698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=2851098247527287698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2851098247527287698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2851098247527287698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/keep-me-safe.html' title='Keep Me Safe'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSYBJFFtOvI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hIdP_Y4EhEc/s72-c/Feed_me_to_the_Fence_by_BivTookTime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-1273783741634562738</id><published>2011-01-05T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:47:47.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSSRL8SZpbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Wyk24qxn6Tc/s1600/4_by_xoxdoexox-d36h3uy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSSRL8SZpbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Wyk24qxn6Tc/s400/4_by_xoxdoexox-d36h3uy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558727474429928882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me, hate me&lt;br /&gt;But you can't make me come clean&lt;br /&gt;So stop telling me I'm not the man you should believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If dying is your way out&lt;br /&gt;Then count me in I'm coming&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll difference me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so used to being a coward&lt;br /&gt;It's all I've ever been&lt;br /&gt;I quit before I win&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-1273783741634562738?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/1273783741634562738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=1273783741634562738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1273783741634562738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1273783741634562738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/destroy-rebuild-until-god-shows.html' title='Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSSRL8SZpbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Wyk24qxn6Tc/s72-c/4_by_xoxdoexox-d36h3uy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6629678576966890780</id><published>2011-01-05T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T01:29:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt me once, yet you hurt me twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSNTWMkO47I/AAAAAAAAAlE/00e2hUSFr8o/s1600/easily_bruised_ii_by_lungsandsilk-d36elti.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSNTWMkO47I/AAAAAAAAAlE/00e2hUSFr8o/s400/easily_bruised_ii_by_lungsandsilk-d36elti.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558378005900747698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air lately for everyone I guess? Sometimes, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I can't really express myself when I'm sad or angry? All I do is put a mask and show everyone that I'm happy. Then I blog about my feelings, that's what I do best all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or just that almost every couple have their own little world, my friends and my sweet parents. Someday I wish I can have a girl that love me for who I am, not what I am. See me as a whole not part by part, but I think that the someday will never happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn my lesson, last time I treat love as a game and a toy after I broke up with my 5th ex. And now I really got burn by it, never thought this will happen to me. But if I can change anything last year, I will only change my point of view in love. I regretted but what can I do now? There's nothing I can do at all, I can only stand I watch how each of them walk pass me. Being hurt by me or I got hurt by them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if they read my blog? Well I want to take this chance and say, I'm sorry for all the things I done, all the hearts I break and all the feelings I hurt. I learn my lesson, and now I got hurt as the end result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I could never trust love again until a girl that is brave enough to steal my heart away from me. That's me now, how I see and feel about love. Just hope it won't end like last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't know if you will read this but ya, you change really. You not who I used to know anymore? You like clubbing now and hanging around with your new friends. I know I have no rights so I'm not gonna do anything. It's your life, your freedom. All I want is to wish you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "I'm no prince charming but for you, let's pretend I found your slipper and we'll stay out past midnight."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6629678576966890780?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6629678576966890780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6629678576966890780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6629678576966890780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6629678576966890780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/hurt-me-once-yet-you-hurt-me-twice.html' title='Hurt me once, yet you hurt me twice'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSNTWMkO47I/AAAAAAAAAlE/00e2hUSFr8o/s72-c/easily_bruised_ii_by_lungsandsilk-d36elti.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-2175230642217500964</id><published>2011-01-04T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T11:17:47.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror, mirror on the wall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSKRS1XNqiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4DdY1BMnX9M/s1600/e0198018fa16f23d8b01f110ad4c96eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSKRS1XNqiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4DdY1BMnX9M/s400/e0198018fa16f23d8b01f110ad4c96eb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558164642876729890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror, mirror on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;She's the one that makes me fall.&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales and lullabies come to life as we say goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Mirror, mirror speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;If this is just a fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind cause I've never felt so alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-2175230642217500964?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/2175230642217500964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=2175230642217500964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2175230642217500964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2175230642217500964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='Mirror, mirror on the wall.'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSKRS1XNqiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4DdY1BMnX9M/s72-c/e0198018fa16f23d8b01f110ad4c96eb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-3042821335150327925</id><published>2011-01-03T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:17:10.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, up here we go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSCuXr_vNGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WtqIv5TKICw/s1600/132195_486039334054_744244054_5991635_6888134_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSCuXr_vNGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WtqIv5TKICw/s400/132195_486039334054_744244054_5991635_6888134_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557633662145475682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to Millie Ng for taking this photo, why I use this? Well it's purple and I love purple colour and it look nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more days and I will be going to study in ITE, kinda of worry you know? Like will I make enemy or friends? Well I know that not to trust any only there much, they are just friends in school but outside we just know each other that's all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything will turn out alright and I wish all my friends that are going to sec5 all the best. Going to cut my hair today, well it's Adelphia outing? Since all member of Adelphia will be there. Will take photos of the hand sign that we made for Adelphia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure miss everyone, all those times that we used to had. Dam those are crazy some crazy days. Oh well I will blog soon? Ending my post here. You make my life crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "When a girl is jealous , it's normal but when a guy is jealous, he really love her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-3042821335150327925?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/3042821335150327925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=3042821335150327925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3042821335150327925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3042821335150327925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/up-up-here-we-go.html' title='Up, up here we go'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TSCuXr_vNGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WtqIv5TKICw/s72-c/132195_486039334054_744244054_5991635_6888134_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6179160150682108146</id><published>2011-01-02T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T04:20:00.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TR-I6ZGgUhI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Sbri2HVjE4s/s1600/34791_486104565767_591465767_5731903_7788752_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TR-I6ZGgUhI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Sbri2HVjE4s/s400/34791_486104565767_591465767_5731903_7788752_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557311001950442002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, it's 2011! Yes it's a new year and a lot things gonna come ahead of us. See the photo up there? I was with them on my new year eve and dam I got a hell load of fun. I enjoy myself and I hope they do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the new year start, all of us will not have much time to meet up with each other and have fun. But still our friendship is will be strong, I will never throw away my friendships with them at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of them and no matter what I will fight and don't give up. So what's my resolution? Well it's easy just to do real good for my ITE and go poly and lastly will always be with my family and friends. That's what I'm want now, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever happen in 2010 is the past, sad or happy that's just memories. Alright, I will end here, no quote today but something different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all the same&lt;br /&gt;We are strong together&lt;br /&gt;We are the brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;We are the children of Adelphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond, Lucas, Kevin, Kelvin , Clarence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6179160150682108146?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6179160150682108146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6179160150682108146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6179160150682108146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6179160150682108146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-start.html' title='New year, new start'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TR-I6ZGgUhI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Sbri2HVjE4s/s72-c/34791_486104565767_591465767_5731903_7788752_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-3071702620532369999</id><published>2010-12-31T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T16:16:57.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TR2PG4ug0pI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_SMLwAqglyI/s1600/liar_by_movieaddict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TR2PG4ug0pI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_SMLwAqglyI/s400/liar_by_movieaddict.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556754863714521746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, well I want to tell this so badly cause I hate lying to my best friends. As I may sound like an ass hole doing this, but not much people read my blog so I will just blog about it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you can see, I'm in a relationship with a girl call Charmain. But the truth is, it's fault. Ya I know, why did I lie right? Well I'm kinda of bored and just playful so me and her plan to do this? I wanted to prank my friends and she wanted to prank she's too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's kinda of weird at first but funny at most point. But I found out something, when I'm in a "relationship" now a lot weird shit happen. I know things that I didn't know at first, also feelings from other people. I don't if it's they just telling me or they do mean it when they know I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow things change, and tomorrow is 2011 and I just want to enjoy every moment I can. Also I want to have a great year next year, make new friends and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I will end my post here, so ya I will tell my friends about this "relationship" on 2011, just hope they don't kill me! Well it's all for fun I guess and I know I'm an ass hole of cause. Also those who read this post now before I tell you about it, all I can say is you are dam lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Liar liar pants on fire."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-3071702620532369999?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/3071702620532369999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=3071702620532369999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3071702620532369999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3071702620532369999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/12/liar.html' title='Liar'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TR2PG4ug0pI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_SMLwAqglyI/s72-c/liar_by_movieaddict.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4120094688036455067</id><published>2010-12-29T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:54:59.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead By April</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TRrpA7sc53I/AAAAAAAAAkM/J2DTlMJDP6U/s1600/Dead_end_by_foureyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TRrpA7sc53I/AAAAAAAAAkM/J2DTlMJDP6U/s400/Dead_end_by_foureyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556009292548335474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my arms, you'll be fine, I never let go&lt;br /&gt;All you've lost will come again, just stay here with me&lt;br /&gt;Never look back, never again, it's over&lt;br /&gt;Everything ends here in my arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4120094688036455067?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4120094688036455067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4120094688036455067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4120094688036455067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4120094688036455067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/12/dead-by-april.html' title='Dead By April'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TRrpA7sc53I/AAAAAAAAAkM/J2DTlMJDP6U/s72-c/Dead_end_by_foureyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-9003254781111445532</id><published>2010-12-26T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T03:51:23.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TRZHZoqVPBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Nj9TNk9WIiU/s1600/68257_482561500767_591465767_5663089_1978591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TRZHZoqVPBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Nj9TNk9WIiU/s400/68257_482561500767_591465767_5663089_1978591_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554705696145357842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, see the photo up there? Those are all my close friends who came to my house for christmas eve celebration. They are totally awesome and I do very much enjoy my times with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happen next year, I promise that I will be there for them and try meet up with them if I'm able to. They rock my life to the max and always make my laugh! I do hope they enjoy the christmas eve celebration cause this is the first time that I'm hosting this type of event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning new year eve celebration with some of my friends, and I hope everyone that were in the christmas eve celebration will turn up. I want to take more photos with them and keep all those happy moment with them. They make me smile, like me know that having friends is better than being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them to the max, well not in a gay way of cause. I had a burst on christmas eve and I hope I will have a burst too on new year eve with them. Their friendship are much more better than Santa's present to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-9003254781111445532?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/9003254781111445532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=9003254781111445532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/9003254781111445532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/9003254781111445532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/12/they-best.html' title='They The Best'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TRZHZoqVPBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Nj9TNk9WIiU/s72-c/68257_482561500767_591465767_5663089_1978591_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4041178987239978925</id><published>2010-12-22T02:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:14:18.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TRDrwRSPlXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ABfEcUzgcqo/s1600/tron-legacy-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TRDrwRSPlXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ABfEcUzgcqo/s400/tron-legacy-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553197555053991282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys, today I won't be blogging but just post something random cause not much people know about this. You see the poster up there? Ya the Tron movie that most people thought is a new movie but did you know that this is a sequel to a movie in 1982 which is called Tron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TRDscYbJwBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YJsXAq8L3ho/s1600/tron_1982_movie_poster_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TRDscYbJwBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YJsXAq8L3ho/s400/tron_1982_movie_poster_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553198312884650002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and this is the first Tron movie poster, looks alike don't it? It's because they are related! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GbOLqgEptS0?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first movie, watch it part by part on Youtube, you will understand more of it when you watch the Tron that is showing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both movie were great and of cause the first movie look like shit but hey just watch it then watch the Tron that is showing know, its worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4041178987239978925?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4041178987239978925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4041178987239978925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4041178987239978925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4041178987239978925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/12/tron.html' title='Tron'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TRDrwRSPlXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ABfEcUzgcqo/s72-c/tron-legacy-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6044728749939684000</id><published>2010-12-18T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T02:33:51.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy From Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQuq9EqeIlI/AAAAAAAAAjg/_kN5sx4fyT4/s1600/CCF10072010_00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQuq9EqeIlI/AAAAAAAAAjg/_kN5sx4fyT4/s400/CCF10072010_00002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551718931864887890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello guys! I got my N level result! Well maybe it didn't really turn out as what I wanted but hey, at least I still can get to study right? Well what I'm gonna post today is kinda of sad for me. You see that photo up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those are the people who bring joy into my life. I may not know all of them for many years but they make me happy and I enjoy my time with them. It's hard to say goodbye to them! When I retain sec3 last year, I thought I won't be able to make much friends, but I was wrong! I did! And I make more than just a handful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we make noise in the class like crazy or just joke around with each other. Also those times we talk back to teachers! Well that's not a good thing to do but hey I did enjoy! And I will also like to thanks to all those teachers who helped us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no matter what the future is or what is ahead of all of us, I just wish you guys good luck! No matter what don't ever give up! Hey when you guys need me I will be there! I love you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd be at the bottom to catch them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6044728749939684000?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6044728749939684000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6044728749939684000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6044728749939684000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6044728749939684000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/12/joy-from-them.html' title='Joy From Them'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQuq9EqeIlI/AAAAAAAAAjg/_kN5sx4fyT4/s72-c/CCF10072010_00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6302865088616918082</id><published>2010-12-16T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:41:06.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQoTsDH3x_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/n98y5FP74IM/s1600/Heartbroken_by_katherinebaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQoTsDH3x_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/n98y5FP74IM/s400/Heartbroken_by_katherinebaker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551271138161051634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, today I won't be blogging much but just to post about something. This is me and this is my feelings to you. It hurts real bad for me to tell you to last long, I may act like nothing happen to me. But inside it's killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, I give up talking to you so you and your stead won't fight and you won't break up. I love you that's why I do that, giving you happiness in exchange for my broken heart. And I truly mean it when I told you to last long, cause you love him and that's you happy ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and him have my blessing even if it hurts me to do that. I promise I will be there. I'm happy for you cause you are happy with him, and if he ever mistreat you once tell me! Cause I swear to god I will take you away from him cause a girl like you is not worth to be treated that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this hurts but ya last long and stay happy with him. And now I quote "Take a bow, fake a smile. I'm heartbroken, guess I will deal with it alone"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6302865088616918082?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6302865088616918082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6302865088616918082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6302865088616918082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6302865088616918082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/12/paper-heart.html' title='Paper Heart'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQoTsDH3x_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/n98y5FP74IM/s72-c/Heartbroken_by_katherinebaker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-2940474555262918165</id><published>2010-12-15T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:18:45.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Radio - Goodnight Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQezemD_clI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/O_kKpjTe6n8/s1600/Dooversandsecondchances.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQezemD_clI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/O_kKpjTe6n8/s400/Dooversandsecondchances.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550602403952161362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dont go to bed yet love, I think its too early&lt;br /&gt;And we just need a little time to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;If my wall clock tells me that it's 4 in the morning I'll give it hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Ive been trying way too long&lt;br /&gt;To try and be the perfect song&lt;br /&gt;When our hearts are heavy burdens&lt;br /&gt;We shouldnt have to bear alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodnight moon and goodnight you&lt;br /&gt;When youre all that I think about&lt;br /&gt;All that I dream about&lt;br /&gt;Howd I ever breathe without&lt;br /&gt;A goodnight kiss from goodnight you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of hope they all talk about&lt;br /&gt;The kind of feeling we sing about&lt;br /&gt;Sit in our bedroom and read aloud&lt;br /&gt;Like a passage from goodnight moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sing for me softly love your song for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And tell my names the one thats hidden in there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;And dream for me anything&lt;br /&gt;But dream it in color about when all the suns still rising and we dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Ive been trying way too long&lt;br /&gt;To try and be the perfect song&lt;br /&gt;When our hearts are heavy burdens&lt;br /&gt;We shouldnt have to bear alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodnight moon and goodnight you&lt;br /&gt;When youre all that I think about&lt;br /&gt;All that I dream about&lt;br /&gt;Howd I ever breathe without&lt;br /&gt;A goodnight kiss from goodnight you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of hope they all talk about&lt;br /&gt;The kind of feeling we sing about&lt;br /&gt;Sit in our bedroom and read aloud&lt;br /&gt;Like a passage from goodnight moon&lt;br /&gt;From goodnight moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you were&lt;br /&gt;As I saw my Juliet come graceful down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to miss the way her eyes light up the room and steal the air&lt;br /&gt;Just feel her lips lock on to every breath I take, cant breath it in&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel us falling? Cause I feel us falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodnight moon and goodnight you&lt;br /&gt;When youre all that I think about&lt;br /&gt;All that I dream about&lt;br /&gt;Howd I ever breathe without&lt;br /&gt;A goodnight kiss from goodnight you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of hope they all talk about&lt;br /&gt;The kind of feeling we sing about&lt;br /&gt;Sit in our bedroom and read aloud&lt;br /&gt;Like a passage from goodnight moon (whoa)&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodnight moon (whoa-oh-oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you were&lt;br /&gt;I saw my Juliet come graceful down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to miss the way her eyes light up the room and steal the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel us falling? Cause I can feel us falling.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel us falling? Cause I can feel us falling.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel us falling? Cause I can feel us falling.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel us falling? Cause I can feel us falling.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel us falling? Cause I can feel us falling.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel us falling? Cause I can feel us falling.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel us falling? Cause I can feel us falling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the song, I love this song now, it's so sweet and so meaningful. This song make me remember  all my past relationships and those girls that they and me almost together also those who broke my heart. Everything sweet have a ending, just hope one day there will be a happy ending for me. So this is my new blog song, love it and enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "I won't give my heart to anyone. But if you are brave enough, you can try to steal it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-2940474555262918165?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/2940474555262918165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=2940474555262918165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2940474555262918165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2940474555262918165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/12/go-radio-goodnight-moon.html' title='Go Radio - Goodnight Moon'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQezemD_clI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/O_kKpjTe6n8/s72-c/Dooversandsecondchances.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-766177470011677492</id><published>2010-12-12T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:19:40.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Keep Me Going</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQSeGvkuS4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/aSJSukR5tMU/s1600/155028_475826000767_591465767_5556474_2876691_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQSeGvkuS4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/aSJSukR5tMU/s400/155028_475826000767_591465767_5556474_2876691_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549734479514192770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, yes see that photo? That's the friends that play a big part in my life. There is more but I don't have much photos I have with other friends. Those friends are important to me, they bring joy into my life. They make my life colourful, always make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy my times with them, well a lot. But the thing is next year I don't where I will go and I will truly miss all of them. No matter what, I will try to make outing so all of us will meet up and update each other on our own life. I love all my friends to the max! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result taking is next week and I think after that we won't be able to meet more? Don't know about that. For me now is to try to style my hair into emo, just wanna try out new stuff cause you never know what suit you if you don't try. And I'm totally into screamo now! How I wish I know how to do screamo! Maybe I should try self learning it, kinda of weird. I want to go out so badly and I want to do some shopping once I go out! Alright I will end my post here, will update when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "If loving you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-766177470011677492?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/766177470011677492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=766177470011677492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/766177470011677492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/766177470011677492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/12/they-keep-me-going.html' title='They Keep Me Going'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQSeGvkuS4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/aSJSukR5tMU/s72-c/155028_475826000767_591465767_5556474_2876691_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-480944065771903044</id><published>2010-12-10T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:36:32.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQIp9tomOvI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ABiLT27vFJQ/s1600/1aab0c2dbfebb41d8e81f2d1b8469cb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQIp9tomOvI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ABiLT27vFJQ/s400/1aab0c2dbfebb41d8e81f2d1b8469cb3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549043831072504562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, just a quick update or an quick post? I don't know, well I'm sick! Yes I know, I'm sick again? Doctor said I catch a cold that's why I am having sore throat and running nose now. I just hope I can recover before next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong next week we will get our result? I'm not sure but I think it is? Just hope I can get a good score for it. Have been staying at home almost 1 week! Well mostly is till to me being sick, can't blame anyone for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming soon! Can't wait for it! But the sad part is that 2010 is coming to a end, just hope next year will be a better year ahead. As for me now, my mind is okay now. Not gonna let love mess up my head, I got my family and friends so no worry at all! I some how lost my trust in love? Still hard to say, oh to the hell with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my friends next year, and I promise myself to work harder next year no matter where I end up in. All the old times we had together, all the fun and crazy stuff we did, I'm gonna miss that and I won't forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Past is a good place to visit, but certainly not a good place to stay"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-480944065771903044?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/480944065771903044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=480944065771903044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/480944065771903044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/480944065771903044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/12/pointless-love.html' title='Pointless Love'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TQIp9tomOvI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ABiLT27vFJQ/s72-c/1aab0c2dbfebb41d8e81f2d1b8469cb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-5195314411753765212</id><published>2010-12-09T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T02:42:33.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TP_OcAW3LQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3Bfgezq7Fvg/s1600/fuck_by_misspurple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TP_OcAW3LQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3Bfgezq7Fvg/s400/fuck_by_misspurple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548380246471290114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone have a perfect family, a perfect home, a perfect parents, a perfect life you guys. Just because you don't walk with my shoes don't mean you know me.So here's my story. My life ain't that colourful, just as I thought I got my friends there for me. Well guess I'm wrong, guess there's no one to trust anymore not my family and not my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck God for what it happen just now. You don't know the real me, so just shut the fuck up and fuck off. Just because your wire went wrong but that don't give to the rights to fucking hit my back with a chair. You know what, I will move away when I have a chance and won't even call you what I always called you. And I promise I will never ever go to your funeral, also you will never ever see grandkids. I put on a mask everyday so fuck this shit, friends don't exist I guess they don't care and parent? Well they are enemy now, no matter what there's always a hate in me know one understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Fuck you -'-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-5195314411753765212?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/5195314411753765212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=5195314411753765212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5195314411753765212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5195314411753765212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-same.html' title='Not The Same'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TP_OcAW3LQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3Bfgezq7Fvg/s72-c/fuck_by_misspurple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-999698298854873140</id><published>2010-12-06T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:10:18.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World, Can You Hear My Voice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TPz75LdfK-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/nGQIeNcqGPo/s1600/155209_472282125767_591465767_5506106_2606321_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TPz75LdfK-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/nGQIeNcqGPo/s400/155209_472282125767_591465767_5506106_2606321_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547585800761191394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! Ya I know it's long since I blog, just to keep my blog alive so I'm here to blog about something well anything I guess to be random. Very fast it's gonna be end of year and I'm getting my result soon. Still thinking which causes I should get but on the other hand if I can make it will I go sec5 or go ITE higher nitec. I just don't know what to do at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will truly miss all my friends no matter what. Maybe on the day where I get my result I should take photos with all my classmate. Just hope everything go well and also hope I don't cry. Okay that's kinda of gay, lately I have been staying at home more than going. Still not that use to it, but at least I have friends to text with, but I want her to reply my text! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my love life, I don't know how to say about it but I'm trying, just hope she will reply my text. Don't why but today a lot guys add me in Facebook! What the hell! I think is mostly till to my new profile photo? Totally look like a butch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all the things I want to blog about now, oh and I want many outing with my friends! And now I quote "The scariest part in being loved by someone is the uncertainty that they may stop any time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-999698298854873140?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/999698298854873140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=999698298854873140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/999698298854873140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/999698298854873140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-world-can-you-hear-my-voice.html' title='Hello World, Can You Hear My Voice?'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TPz75LdfK-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/nGQIeNcqGPo/s72-c/155209_472282125767_591465767_5506106_2606321_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-1453707655823999775</id><published>2010-12-01T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:17:23.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Is Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TPUjNSezxKI/AAAAAAAAAio/E-QByzRIi3I/s1600/PSP-Monster-Hunter-Portable-3rd-Art-Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TPUjNSezxKI/AAAAAAAAAio/E-QByzRIi3I/s400/PSP-Monster-Hunter-Portable-3rd-Art-Box.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545377227382965410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, this is for those who is a big fan of the game or have a psp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ladies &amp; Gentlemen, I come here with a news. A news that make all nerds in the world cum on their pants...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; THE RELEASE MONSTER HUNTER PORTABLE 3RD!!!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-1453707655823999775?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/1453707655823999775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=1453707655823999775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1453707655823999775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1453707655823999775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-is-now.html' title='The Time Is Now'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TPUjNSezxKI/AAAAAAAAAio/E-QByzRIi3I/s72-c/PSP-Monster-Hunter-Portable-3rd-Art-Box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-1477769493707620982</id><published>2010-11-30T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:17:07.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb thinking, dumb thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TPTZSd1MnWI/AAAAAAAAAig/TiCvL9LMWAU/s1600/puffer_under.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TPTZSd1MnWI/AAAAAAAAAig/TiCvL9LMWAU/s400/puffer_under.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545295952468548962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone! Ya I know it's been long since I blogged. Okay the reason is very sample, I'm sick! Yes I'm still sick now but just to keep my blog alive I will just post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got food poisoning! Yes and it's about 2 weeks already yet I'm only feeling a little bit better. Well just hope I can recover fast and soon! And guess what?! I finally got my Skullcandy G.I headphone! Gosh I'm so happy! Alright gonna end my post here I guess. And now I quote "It's better to lose time with your friends than to lose them within time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, you know what? You just think too much, how many times must I tell you that I don't like her and I just treat her as a sister? You just think and worry too much, if you are that afraid that one day me and her will be together? Well you are totally wrong! First you got to get you thinking right, I will never ever like her! Still worry then tell her you freaking! Don't blame me for anything cause you are the one keeping you mouth shut! And if you are unhappy with me just tell me, I'm sure we can talk it out. You know what, she told me a lot about you and I wanted to tell you but since you are like that so I guess no point helping you to win her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-1477769493707620982?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/1477769493707620982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=1477769493707620982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1477769493707620982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1477769493707620982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/11/dumb-thinking-dumb-thought.html' title='Dumb thinking, dumb thought'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TPTZSd1MnWI/AAAAAAAAAig/TiCvL9LMWAU/s72-c/puffer_under.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8240013956538792180</id><published>2010-11-17T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:59:43.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Over Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TOPn33EETbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0NTvcimNdVc/s1600/151001_464582969441_715069441_5565437_2767858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TOPn33EETbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0NTvcimNdVc/s400/151001_464582969441_715069441_5565437_2767858_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540526913455672754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! Finally, it's another update on my freaking blog! And yes that photo you are seeing now is from my prom night! Which I enjoy a lot! But too bad that I sprained my freaking ankle which hurt like a bitch now! But in the end, I still have all my friends around me and I really had fun last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when it turn into clubbing at the end of the prom and everyone just start dancing like crazy. I did try to join everyone but till to my ankle, I can't do a shit but stand and watch everyone. But lucky Millie let me play with her DSLR which her rent and also what I enjoy! Took a lot photos, well not me alright! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was going to meet Kevin &amp; co for his belated birthday but till to my ankle I can't make it. Really wish I was there, dam I'm a clumsy ass. Oh ya one more thing, guess what?! I know her answer already, she say her feeling is just friends and tell me to give up? Well I don't know what to do anymore, just gonna like time pass by I guess? Last update, I love to say this word "Buttslut" I don't know how I come out with it but I like calling people Buttslut! Gosh I don't know what happen to me. Did I change? Well I don't know really. Okay guess I will end my post here, love you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "This is goodbye since I'm nothing in your eyes"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8240013956538792180?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8240013956538792180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8240013956538792180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8240013956538792180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8240013956538792180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/11/drunk-over-love.html' title='Drunk Over Love'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TOPn33EETbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0NTvcimNdVc/s72-c/151001_464582969441_715069441_5565437_2767858_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-2240340119204947839</id><published>2010-11-13T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:21:25.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a fool with dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TN5_bzYAt0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Aw5zRLWrIec/s1600/303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TN5_bzYAt0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Aw5zRLWrIec/s320/303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539004707336402754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys and girls! Yes I'm back from where from MIA, I think a lot and did a lot when I'm MIA. Well not really gonna blog much today I guess? Just wanna make my blog alive, at least it's better than being dead? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well prom night is just 3 more day! Hope everything go as planned and not mess up? They change the theme and I end up re-buying my outfit for prom which suck to the max! Oh well I already got it so no point complaining I guess? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great for me somehow? It's weird but I'm starting to like the new me slowly? Oh ya just a quick update about me, I call guys dude now and I call girls babe. So ya get over it alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, how can I left out my love life! Well I don't know who will read about my love life, but I just wanna say it out than just keeping inside. And yes, I do have feeling for her but I don't know if she feel the same way too. I do think about her 24/7 but I don't know if she do the same too. Just take things slowly? Well to tell the truth, I already know the ending, okay maybe not I know but I feel? I feel that she and me won't have a happy ending? Just keep having the feeling I won't get her. I really wish she will tell me if I stand a chance or not. But I can't rush everything I guess, just take things slow and see how it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a fool with dreams and that dream is that I hope can get her which will never come truth. Okay I'm thinking at the wrong side of the road now. And now I quote "I swear that I will be all you need, don't give up on me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-2240340119204947839?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/2240340119204947839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=2240340119204947839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2240340119204947839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2240340119204947839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-fool-with-dreams.html' title='I&apos;m a fool with dreams'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TN5_bzYAt0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Aw5zRLWrIec/s72-c/303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-641108338778899223</id><published>2010-11-08T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:29:23.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've﻿ Always Been Your Favorite Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TNf37S1n00I/AAAAAAAAAiA/q3ntlkByQCI/s1600/psdontwrite_wrist_tattoo_idea_by_Ender242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TNf37S1n00I/AAAAAAAAAiA/q3ntlkByQCI/s320/psdontwrite_wrist_tattoo_idea_by_Ender242.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537166864916403010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what sup guys and girls? Well not gonna blog today, just wanna tell you all something. You see, I'm sick and tired of this world, so I'm gonna take a break from this. Away from money, away from love. Just wanna take a rest and slow down my foot step and try not to update myself with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything in this world is what you want and what you need, so love me for who I am not what I should become. I'm slowing down now, no longer that hardcore, wild me no more. Just a guy trying to do what's best for him and trying to enjoy every moment he can. Of course something happen that make me wanna do do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to MIA now till friday, anything just text or call me. If you are lucky then I will reply, if not then it's too bad I guess. I don't know how to say this but I hate being someone that I'm not just so you can have it your way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Open your eyes and see what it means to feel compassion and live in love". So ya I'm gone for now I guess. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-641108338778899223?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/641108338778899223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=641108338778899223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/641108338778899223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/641108338778899223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-always-been-your-favorite-game.html' title='I&apos;ve﻿ Always Been Your Favorite Game'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TNf37S1n00I/AAAAAAAAAiA/q3ntlkByQCI/s72-c/psdontwrite_wrist_tattoo_idea_by_Ender242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4143349001801416099</id><published>2010-11-07T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T02:00:08.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Ain't That Colourful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TNWK3dWbvBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qBfIOfJfjlc/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TNWK3dWbvBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qBfIOfJfjlc/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536484002298051602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life ain't that colourful. It's full of this thing call "Love". I have the feeling that I don't even stand a chance, don't even suit her and yes the last thing is that I feel that there's someone better for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's rare for me to be in my downfall with "Love", it really got the best of me. My friends keep telling me that I stand a chance and I can get her, but I just don't think I stand a chance at all, I don't know how much longer I can do this. "Love" really hit me kinda of hard this time, really suck to the max. "Love" suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "When we're young we're so naive. It never ends unless you seek the beauty hidden underneath."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4143349001801416099?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4143349001801416099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4143349001801416099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4143349001801416099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4143349001801416099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-life-aint-that-colourful.html' title='My Life Ain&apos;t That Colourful'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TNWK3dWbvBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qBfIOfJfjlc/s72-c/IMG_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6466924014084398617</id><published>2010-11-02T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:38:54.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Smile Just Disappear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TNACzq5tI7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/V8XMO4fi5Do/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TNACzq5tI7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/V8XMO4fi5Do/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534927028751246258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, how's it's going? Well I won't be blogging about m daily life again. Guess I just feel that my life is just an another boring story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess now, I just really hope I know the answer if we will be together or not! I know it take times but time is killing me! Lately I'm losing everything, my smile, my hope and my mind. Back to the "EMO" me now, just hope this "EMO" me won't stay for long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feeling are truth, my love is real. I sometime ask myself that do I have a chance? But my mind, heart and feeling tells me that I don't. I guess it's weird for me to blog about love. I will stop here for now, I really need some help or someone to talk to now. Guess not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "If only you know"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6466924014084398617?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6466924014084398617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6466924014084398617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6466924014084398617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6466924014084398617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-smile-just-disappear.html' title='My Smile Just Disappear'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TNACzq5tI7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/V8XMO4fi5Do/s72-c/IMG_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8732035467802438558</id><published>2010-10-31T03:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T03:56:37.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TMxzf-ZqOlI/AAAAAAAAAho/dbXCcGLuveI/s1600/62842_429660196148_710001148_5278549_4620905_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TMxzf-ZqOlI/AAAAAAAAAho/dbXCcGLuveI/s320/62842_429660196148_710001148_5278549_4620905_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533925035295259218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, what's sup with your life lately? I'm fine, well I guess I am? Still looking for jobs which is a pain in the ass! Been going out for like 3 god dam weeks already! Really need to find a job now! I'm jobless! Which is what I'm worry about now! Okay, another thing that I'm worry about, is LOVE! Well let's just say I'm in love with someone now okay? But I got a feeling that, there's no happy ending or happy ever after for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda back to my "EMO" self again! Which is a part of me that I hate the most! Look at my FaceBook status now! It's always "EMO"! Guess this love really got the best of me?! Well my life is now a black and white mess! I'm picking up and cleaning up all the mistake that I did, all the mess that I created! This really suck, you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's stop talking about love now alright? On my friends side is great, well I guess it okay too? Only thing is that I learn that friends who choose side are really big ass hole! They are friends that you should not keep! Trust me, I see the world from an outsider view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is alright and I love my parent till the very end, is truth that sometime we do dislike what each other do something but hey, you can't change which family you are in right? Recently my dad said I grow up, he said that I understand the world better, no longer that small kid that is anti social anymore! That really make my day when my dad told me that but in the end he scolded me for keep going home late and keep on using the computer till late at night. But still I love my parent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Just an add on, for those who really know me will know that I'm a Satanism. Well I promise her that if we are together I will give up as a Satanism, which is a big step for me cause I always believe in Satan. Some of my friends ask me why I will do that for a girl, well it's all about love. Love can change a man and love can also kill a man, that's all I can say. Hey that could be a quote! Alright! I did it again! Okay I will end my post here, hope you guys enjoy your day, everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Less Emo &amp; more Rock N Roll"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8732035467802438558?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8732035467802438558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8732035467802438558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8732035467802438558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8732035467802438558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/10/ride-wind.html' title='Ride the wind'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TMxzf-ZqOlI/AAAAAAAAAho/dbXCcGLuveI/s72-c/62842_429660196148_710001148_5278549_4620905_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8679837923483153823</id><published>2010-10-25T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:19:17.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as we know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TMRoNbToVeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/yfybWS1Xa7g/s1600/tumblr_lanwy9Z1xm1qbfne3o1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TMRoNbToVeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/yfybWS1Xa7g/s400/tumblr_lanwy9Z1xm1qbfne3o1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531660822195492322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sup guys and girls! I'm here to blog again, going back to the blogging days I guess. So what have you guys been doing? My life is turning great bit by bit, enjoying my times I have with my family and friends. My love life is great sometimes but not so sweet most of the time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the same, looking for jobs like a child lost in a mall looking for his parent. Well just hope I can find a job so I can work for my dream goal, a DSLR. Really need the money now, I'm broke like it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another news, one of my best friend, Kevin Low is in a relationship. I feel happy for him and also wish him my best. Hope he can last long and stop being late! Okay, guess I'm going to stop here? I really love my friends now, enjoy my life like 3 year old enjoying his lolipop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "You don't need me when you have them, I can see I'm not needed anymore. I'm backing out now"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8679837923483153823?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8679837923483153823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8679837923483153823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8679837923483153823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8679837923483153823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-as-we-know-it.html' title='Life as we know it'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TMRoNbToVeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/yfybWS1Xa7g/s72-c/tumblr_lanwy9Z1xm1qbfne3o1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6689907834322790590</id><published>2010-10-22T03:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T03:15:25.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking this road with my new shoe, new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TMCPN1vQv5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/PV3XL05wmqY/s1600/IMG_8371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TMCPN1vQv5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/PV3XL05wmqY/s320/IMG_8371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530577810337349522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hi, what's up! Ya I know it's been long since I post about something! I'm sorry! Well my life after N level was great, enjoying my holidays now with my friends. That's what I love most. I dye my hair, got me new shirts and pants also things that I need for my prom night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new life start now for me and I won't go back to the past. I changed so I think most of you guys should too. Well I will try my very best to update my blog! And yes, it won't end up as a dead blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "So much of everything, you say hello and I say goodbye"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6689907834322790590?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6689907834322790590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6689907834322790590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6689907834322790590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6689907834322790590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/10/walking-this-road-with-my-new-shoe-new.html' title='Walking this road with my new shoe, new life'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TMCPN1vQv5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/PV3XL05wmqY/s72-c/IMG_8371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-3215744167563628529</id><published>2010-10-06T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T01:27:37.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TKtaMzgWB4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/lQJHqqIhZ_U/s1600/1219998819913.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TKtaMzgWB4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/lQJHqqIhZ_U/s320/1219998819913.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524608543930845058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bukit Merah Secondary School, thank you for all your "care" for this past few 5years. And after next week Monday, I'm no longer a student of this school. I will miss all the fun times that I had and all the down fall I get in this school. Thanks to all the teachers that wasted their time on me. Thanks for letting me have the chances to make news friends and see new faces, and no matter what the out come are, I hope my friends get the result they want. Sad to say that we can never go back to redo our mistake, like for mine is my result on 2008 so I won't retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I never regret about what I did. I enjoy my times I had with my friends in school, from secondary one till now. But I will like to say sorry to all those friends that I lost and all those teachers that I "bully" and "hurt". I did learn many things in school. And know what I'm good at or what I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a short post and it may not mean much but I'm really greatful for all the time I had, well most of the time I guess? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "As we grew up and left our school, we will look back with a smile and tell ourselves that, the person used to be us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-3215744167563628529?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/3215744167563628529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=3215744167563628529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3215744167563628529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3215744167563628529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-school.html' title='Dear School'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TKtaMzgWB4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/lQJHqqIhZ_U/s72-c/1219998819913.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-1044780002265342408</id><published>2010-09-24T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:53:56.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TJwndo1Un2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/-dNczfIempE/s1600/Life_by_AdonisWerther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TJwndo1Un2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/-dNczfIempE/s320/Life_by_AdonisWerther.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520330633380142946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey today I’m going to blog about something off topic again, just like my past post about “Growing Up”. So have you ever wonder what’s life like on the other side of the world? How do people live there or how they survived in their life. I’m sure in part of our life, all of us wanted to be someone that we are not. Like someone popular, rich, good looking or even the opposite sex. But is that what we really want? Walking our road with someone else’s shoe? Is that what we want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe being famous is most of everyone dream, but it’s not that easy. You have to fight for it, but is that what are you going to do? Sometime it’s not always that nice or wonderful as we think it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for me, I’m want to be my-self again. So now I no longer want to impress my friends no more nor will be making everyone around me happy. This is who I am now, not trying hard to be funny and not trying hard to give you see the best of me. Everything around me is changing for better or worse, I don’t really care anymore. Why not wear my shoe and walk your road, I’m sure it isn’t that awesome as you think it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is just like a roller coaster and there will always be up and down, but now I’m not going down anymore. Because my life is a rocket, it will keep on shooting up to the sky and it won’t fall back down. I’m aiming for the moon, and once I’m there I won’t be a rocket no more but I will be a star. A star that will shine and won’t fall as a shooting-star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you going to be? Yourself? Or someone that you are not? Well I found mine already and now it’s your turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "One who knows nothing can understand nothing”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-1044780002265342408?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/1044780002265342408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=1044780002265342408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1044780002265342408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1044780002265342408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TJwndo1Un2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/-dNczfIempE/s72-c/Life_by_AdonisWerther.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4400151908465427745</id><published>2010-09-22T19:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:58:20.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro before hoes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TJnlJG3WqCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/y_YzzMQUQwE/s1600/c4c6ee3f42646f0d79adc8078fe98e34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TJnlJG3WqCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/y_YzzMQUQwE/s320/c4c6ee3f42646f0d79adc8078fe98e34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519694762943621154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup. I know it’s been long since I post something, what can I say? Life just sucks to the max as always. Well N level is just a few weeks ahead and I still hate the school. As each day go by, I realize that my life is kind of fuck up. Now I won’t be going back to the old me no more, won’t be the Raymond that will always try to impress his friends by making a fool out of him-self nor trying hard to make everyone happy. So to all you hater out there, you can fuck it! Don’t like what I am? Go fuck your-self! Stop your bull shit like you are someone awesome! Fuck this shit! It’s the new me and fuck, I won’t let you take me down again! Go fuck your-self and find someone else to fuck with! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I get piss off easy I guess, oh and you guys know what do “Bros before hoes” means? Well let me explain to you, “Bros before hoes” means your own brother or best friends, close friends come before those girls like your female friends or your girlfriends! Well don’t be dumb and ask family member or wife count! Of cause not! I like my bros, all of them but starting to hate one of them. Want to know who? You just have to wait and see, because the movie is just about to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a bro that play a big part of my life, the only one that understand me. We did many things together. We are just like real brother but from a different parent. But his not there to see me now anymore. I know he is at a better place, looking down at me. Just few weeks ago when I am in my down fall, he is in my dream. Call it crazy or what, but for someone that pass away and can come back to talk to you in the dream, that’s just crazy! But he really talk some shit into my head, his words make me fight again, make me believe again. Well and now I enjoy my times with my family, friends and my bros. But somehow one of them is just going to get some hate from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if in the near future I hurt you. Well I’m sorry because this is what you make me do, don’t blame me and complain like a bitch to everyone else. Oh and don’t pussy out alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is my decision to change and man I ain’t going back no more! Well sorry for not updating my blog or blog about daily life. I guess I’m just too busy with life. Will update soon if I can, just hope everything turn out alright for now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to say my quote now, so just VAFFANCULO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4400151908465427745?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4400151908465427745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4400151908465427745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4400151908465427745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4400151908465427745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/09/bro-before-hoes.html' title='Bro before hoes?'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TJnlJG3WqCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/y_YzzMQUQwE/s72-c/c4c6ee3f42646f0d79adc8078fe98e34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-1294058280150615993</id><published>2010-09-12T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:27:31.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Top Of The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIzC1mMwbYI/AAAAAAAAAg4/iwk5kZtyR_g/s1600/129078784136536419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIzC1mMwbYI/AAAAAAAAAg4/iwk5kZtyR_g/s320/129078784136536419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515997869664923010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, there's another blog post. Okay I will blog about my daily life this time, yesterday I meet Seng Jie at vivo and walk around there, eat and slack. We when to watch Resident Evil: Afterlife. The movie was okay, not really that nice if you want to put the story line it in. That movie make guys look like pussy and make those girls in it, are freaking hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we when to Tea Garden's Mcdonalds to meet up with Darryl, Millie first. We are going to study and ton at the same time. Well I woke up at 6am and if I ton till 6am plus, I will be not sleeping for 24 hours. Millie was doing her history and Darryl doing his maths, me well just say I don't have the mood at all! So I end up never study! Kevin meet us with is laptop and all of us just talk and joke there. Kinda of fun, really you guys should try it. Seng Jie and me took turn to use Kevin's laptop too. I was playing Left 4 dead 2 like a kid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy my time with them, hope we can do this more! Well hope with more people if we can? Planning for K-box with Millie, going to call Darryl, Seng Jie and Kevin! Boy will enjoy my-self if that happen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe meeting her the week after next week, hope really I can meet her? Well just hope everything go well for me and her. This love is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "We can never go back to the past, but we can write the future"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-1294058280150615993?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/1294058280150615993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=1294058280150615993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1294058280150615993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1294058280150615993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-top-of-game.html' title='On Top Of The Game'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIzC1mMwbYI/AAAAAAAAAg4/iwk5kZtyR_g/s72-c/129078784136536419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6158028206066670618</id><published>2010-09-09T23:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:06:29.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIj8HBsunUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-i9SOCuJC3I/s1600/PrankSG3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIj8HBsunUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-i9SOCuJC3I/s320/PrankSG3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514934941360495938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that picture? I bet you don't know what the hell is that do you? Can't blame you, not much people know that, feel free to ask Darryl or Seng Jie, I'm sure they know what "PrankSG" is. We were young at that time, so many crazy ass shit we did together. Looking at the secondary 4 now, somehow make me remember those time I used to had when at was in PrankSG. But happy things never last long, sad to say PrankSG is no more, it is no longer there. Disband is what became the ending of PrankSG, I did not delete the PrankSG blog, why? Cause those are time I enjoy, the lost memory that we used to had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't why be I only have the small photo for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIj_bHA-XZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/5lxWgeBuEC8/s1600/DSC00280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIj_bHA-XZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/5lxWgeBuEC8/s320/DSC00280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514938584919858578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of us have our own road to go, no longer us but ourself. No longer together but on our own. Time pass so far, what used to be now became the past. Looking at those photos all of us took together give me a warm feeling, I miss the past and I too enjoy now. Just hope we can still be like this always. Sorry for not blogging about my daily life but I just want to get something out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this is big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIj_-PCYJsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/gAy7MsxIX-Q/s1600/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIj_-PCYJsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/gAy7MsxIX-Q/s320/DSC00056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514939188368647874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "This road is yours, so are you a going to walk and make no mistake? Or run to have full of regrets?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6158028206066670618?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6158028206066670618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6158028206066670618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6158028206066670618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6158028206066670618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-remember.html' title='Do You Remember?'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIj8HBsunUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-i9SOCuJC3I/s72-c/PrankSG3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6208287608209039261</id><published>2010-09-07T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:39:10.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point of No Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIYkP3jvULI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/eZoIOsOzWac/s1600/Illuminati_by_puretemptation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIYkP3jvULI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/eZoIOsOzWac/s320/Illuminati_by_puretemptation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514134648792240306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point from which I could never return&lt;br /&gt;And if I back down now then forever I burn&lt;br /&gt;This is the point from which I could never retreat&lt;br /&gt;Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace&lt;br /&gt;This is the point from which I will die and succeed&lt;br /&gt;Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed&lt;br /&gt;From now on it can never be the same as before&lt;br /&gt;Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6208287608209039261?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6208287608209039261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6208287608209039261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6208287608209039261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6208287608209039261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/09/point-of-no-return.html' title='Point of No Return'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIYkP3jvULI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/eZoIOsOzWac/s72-c/Illuminati_by_puretemptation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-3728354704932677061</id><published>2010-09-03T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:48:06.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIDjkJaTZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/83PnxPxf0F4/s1600/129066047279892161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIDjkJaTZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/83PnxPxf0F4/s320/129066047279892161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512656154042525682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey can you grow up?! Ever heard that before? I sure have. Today I'm not really going to blog about my daily life but something I feel like just saying it out. And today's topic is "Growing Up". So what is growing up to you guys? Stop playing all those toys and be more adult like? Well I don't think anyone can grow up. No matter what you say like you are not a kid anymore and you had grow up but I'm sure that somewhere in you there's a kid living inside, playful and joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's truth that each and everyone of us will grow up but still it can't change the kid inside us. I'm sure that there's is time where you wish you could just play and be carefree again. It's kinda of weird right? When you are young you keep hoping to grow up fast but once you get older you somehow wish to be young again. Look at the kids nowadays, look at what they wear,look at what food their parent feed them, look at those awesome toys they had. Kids life is getting more and more better but will they be able to have the mind set of becoming an adult? Who knows, I sure don't. Kids nowadays are living in good life, unlike us. We are not born with a silver spoon. Our family ain't that rich to buy what we need. But we learn from every little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if we are poor, as long as we can live our life happy as a family and that's all that matter. Even there's not video games or nice toys for us but we still able to find fun within each other. Look at the kids now, will they be able to do that? Guess not, video games is all they need. Well let's not talk about them already. So when is the last time you enjoy yourself? Not long ago? Just now? Last week? Look around you, there is always things you can do to enjoy yourself but all you need is just have an open mind set, that's all it's just that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are young had you ever think what is it like to be in love? I did and boy I learn it the hard way. 5 relationship and yet all ended just like a blink of an eyes. May be they are not the right one? But hey, we are still young and the night are still long. If you dare to love then you must dare to let go, that's what I learn. Well now I got one, just hope I will be able to be with that close to her as must as I can before it all turn to dust and our fire burn out. Love is simple but deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watch the TV when you are kid and saw those people in the TV drinking beer or smoking and hope you are like them once you grow up? I had, since young I thought is was "cool" to do those but it's not really how I think it was after I got to do all of them. Drinking is still what I like most, not beer but wine. I know that I sound a little old talking about this but I enjoy to go to pub and listen to jazz music and drink my wine at the same time, it's something that I like and enjoy. As for smoking? Let's just say it's a close so far, never know when or where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up, we make friends, good and bad. We choose to be with our friends, cause being with them make you relax that's what all friends are about not being in an awkward moment with each other. Sure sometime they did things that just make you piss off the hell out of you but somehow we are able to find ways for us to talk back and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends play a big part in of life when growing up, you learn things from them, slowly changing yourself. And me? I'm trying to change to, ya I know I sounded silly but I will try my best. Okay, I will end my post here, it's kinda of weird for me to blog about this type of things but sometime I enjoy posting those. So if you guys like it, maybe I will do more of this type of post. Somehow I sounded like an old guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "This is your life, this is your fight. So when are you going to live your life?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-3728354704932677061?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/3728354704932677061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=3728354704932677061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3728354704932677061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3728354704932677061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/09/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TIDjkJaTZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/83PnxPxf0F4/s72-c/129066047279892161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-2498755365280000997</id><published>2010-09-01T01:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:20:42.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Through Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TH1BM1eJwdI/AAAAAAAAAgA/tTsVYLplWjU/s1600/129065968083954661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TH1BM1eJwdI/AAAAAAAAAgA/tTsVYLplWjU/s320/129065968083954661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633207739138514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, sorry never really able to blog this past few days? But hey I'm here now blogging. It's been a long long time and a long long way to be in the place I am. I did many sins full things that I'm not proud of but I have choose this road so I guess there's no turning back. Today is a weird thing, I was studying and eating at the same time alone! Ya I know I hate to be alone but I'm starting to like it, it's not that I hate people around me but I find alone time not bad? Listening to my music, eating the foods I like also study at the same time? Going out again in the afternoon, meeting Jin Long and to some crazy aass shit. Life still must go on for me, I need to change some part of me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to change some part for my-self, study hard. Gonna stop playing. Kinda of getting so easy to be piss off lately, don't what the hell is wrong with me.I'm not your boy-toy nor his replacement, we have see through your lies. That's the last note you have from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "To the world you may be one person. But to a person, you may be the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to watch this video, it's an awesome song. I love olive you girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtIfld84Ydw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtIfld84Ydw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-2498755365280000997?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/2498755365280000997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=2498755365280000997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2498755365280000997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2498755365280000997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/09/going-through-changes.html' title='Going Through Changes'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TH1BM1eJwdI/AAAAAAAAAgA/tTsVYLplWjU/s72-c/129065968083954661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-229462885180300664</id><published>2010-08-29T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:16:50.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Hi, Hello &amp; Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/THp39mGYT2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/j2pA4KGM8Do/s1600/1290986290964789941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/THp39mGYT2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/j2pA4KGM8Do/s320/1290986290964789941.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510848994124255074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hello! Ya I know it's been so long since I have blog about what's going on with my life. Well kinda of busy lately, I guess? N level is just about a week more, going to stop playing and start studying. Just gonna blog a short post to keep my blog alive so it won't die like how it used to be. Crazy stuff had happen lately, kinda of enjoy it. Some of you may know what I mean, going to end my post here maybe I will blog tomorrow? Well hope I will have the time. Plus! Is so weird to blog without any music playing into my ears~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "No one's asking you to win, just don't quit"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-229462885180300664?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/229462885180300664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=229462885180300664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/229462885180300664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/229462885180300664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-hi-hello-bye.html' title='Hey, Hi, Hello &amp; Bye'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/THp39mGYT2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/j2pA4KGM8Do/s72-c/1290986290964789941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-2122749674980916490</id><published>2010-08-19T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:46:45.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Like The Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TG0itJjMmAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7tvNeMiWxuU/s1600/129133440075248262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TG0itJjMmAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7tvNeMiWxuU/s320/129133440075248262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507096078396987394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! It's been long since I had blog. Well my prelim is fuck up as always. School still suck to the max and I will really hope school end sooner. Family and friends are still okay. Did a lot things this past few days like Darryl birthday and stuff but hey I'm a busy man, well I guess I am? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and tomorrow I will be going to HMV in 313 with Jin Long, Mandy and maybe Vera, Murphy and Kelvin. Reason why cause DAVID CHOI will be there! He is awesome that's what I'm going to say about him. Check him up on YouTube! And on the Saturday will be meeting Seng Jie and the rest. Sunday family day. Don't know where will I be heading this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy week and exam is coming soon but I'm still slacking off! What should I do?! Don't really know what to do, kinda of lost in a way. Still in love with shopping, last Sunday my Dad spend $273 on me, I simply just love shopping. Now saving up money to buy a bag so I can just take it out and also the Lady GaGa heartbeat earpiece by Dr Dre. Going to broke again I guess? I get to wear my TopMan checked hoodie that my Dad got for me! Going to wear that to see DAVID CHOI! Hope I can get a photo with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now, just a little update of my plans and some past things that I did. Today I won't be saying what I quote cause today it is going be a quote by Eminem! "Money doesn't buy happiness, it buys crazy-ass happiness" - quote by Eminem&lt;br /&gt;Not really truth but still funny! So long!~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-2122749674980916490?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/2122749674980916490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=2122749674980916490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2122749674980916490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2122749674980916490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-like-same.html' title='Life Like The Same'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TG0itJjMmAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7tvNeMiWxuU/s72-c/129133440075248262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-7518483344839143941</id><published>2010-08-16T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T16:46:35.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TGj6uuI0SFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/JStIgMvDDps/s1600/p360.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TGj6uuI0SFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/JStIgMvDDps/s320/p360.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505926225026369618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a sinner, call me a saint&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's over I'll still love you the same&lt;br /&gt;Call me your favorite, call me the worst&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's over I don't want you to hurt&lt;br /&gt;It's all that I can say. So, I'll be on my way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-7518483344839143941?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/7518483344839143941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=7518483344839143941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/7518483344839143941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/7518483344839143941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/08/call-me.html' title='Call Me'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TGj6uuI0SFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/JStIgMvDDps/s72-c/p360.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-2918034281455536707</id><published>2010-08-14T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:45:46.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TGa6GyNdduI/AAAAAAAAAfg/xfLg-VEU3YE/s1600/129180976210479650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TGa6GyNdduI/AAAAAAAAAfg/xfLg-VEU3YE/s320/129180976210479650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505292220227221218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who told you to leave me all alone?&lt;br /&gt;Leave me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Leave me in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Who told you to leave before I could show?&lt;br /&gt;You half of the man you wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;But I had to face your last goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-2918034281455536707?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/2918034281455536707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=2918034281455536707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2918034281455536707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2918034281455536707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-decide.html' title='I Can&apos;t Decide'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TGa6GyNdduI/AAAAAAAAAfg/xfLg-VEU3YE/s72-c/129180976210479650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4020514290673939407</id><published>2010-08-12T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:01:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TGO2Ezlt3-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/JwskTejVJsw/s1600/1292006992064467711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TGO2Ezlt3-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/JwskTejVJsw/s320/1292006992064467711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504443363261013986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello, got a bad headache now! Oh god! Well at least I won't die? I guess so. It's prelim and it suck to the max it's boring and kind of waste time? My D&amp;T is now all done, hand it up already! Feel so more relax now. Life is still boring as it is? Just hope N level come faster cause I don't want to stay at that school anymore. So many people trying to be somebody that they are not, so many time wasted. Well I just have to wait for 1 or 2 months more so I won't have to be a "nerd" at school and don't have to be "wild" out side. Just want to be wild 24/7 but this school is keeping me from doing it! Nothing much to blog about, oh I jailbreak my Ipod Touch Ios4, well still okay with it. That's all for today, will update when I feel boring. So long~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "My Evil Plan to Save the World"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4020514290673939407?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4020514290673939407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4020514290673939407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4020514290673939407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4020514290673939407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My God~~~~'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TGO2Ezlt3-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/JwskTejVJsw/s72-c/1292006992064467711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8381831845635652992</id><published>2010-08-11T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:41:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Your Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TGJXwtTWv1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/IjkJG_lB3Qo/s1600/129060817998099811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TGJXwtTWv1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/IjkJG_lB3Qo/s320/129060817998099811.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504058188906282834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally another day another post. Well today was my Chinese paper 1 &amp; 2 prelim? Well kinda fuck up I guess? Yesterday was Darryl birthday! But we end up studying at Great World City Mac. But at least we did do out work? Well half of it, went meet Millie at BM inter then took 16 to tiong and Mandy got up the bus and it's off to Great World! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate first then study, Darryl then join us, JiaLing came after that. Kenneth join us after he went to gym. Study like nerd I guess? Still thinking why I did that in the first place. Suddenly there's something in my head so I ask the rest. Why do people like to pose middle finger when they are taking photo? Is it nice? Just don't get it. After that Sengjie and Kevin came to find us around 6plus? Cause they ITE had school so they had to go. Pass SengJie his Ipod Touch that I fix? Well, I enjoy hacking that's all. Joke like how we always do. Went to Spice for dinner, enjoy the food there! Awesome! (Y) Talk a lot like we never meet for a long time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to Great World for BEN &amp; JERRY! Ice-Cream was awesome too! After that all of us went home. Took 139 with Darryl, Kenneth, Millie. Talk some crazy stuff about dreaming and your soul is leaving your body or something like that. One by one everyone leave and only Kenneth and me. And we started talking about other things like how our joke is planning out! Well the more she react to what we do the more jokes she become? Something like that, well I forgot ok? Well Kenneth did said something awesome which is, "She is already the joke between us and now she is making her-self into the joke between our joke" Wow sound so deep shit! Got home and is to watch my new love anime! "High School Of the Dead"! It's nice, you guys should check that out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out something that I like blogging but I don't do blog surf! Well I don't waste my time going to other people blog? The only people's blog is those that I link? Weird right? Think I'm crazy? Something weird keep happening, and I enjoy it. It's my life and my story. Gonna keep on playing my games! School suck to the max! Well it's the "Hungry Ghost Festival" should I still go out till it's late? Or should I be a good boy and go home early? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "I'm just a outsider, viewing the world from my point of view"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8381831845635652992?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8381831845635652992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8381831845635652992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8381831845635652992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8381831845635652992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='Killing Your Self'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TGJXwtTWv1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/IjkJG_lB3Qo/s72-c/129060817998099811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-1550290135689996986</id><published>2010-08-08T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:04:04.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just As How We Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TF5elOA3tRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/pJcsJrPVzkI/s1600/129137581604174512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TF5elOA3tRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/pJcsJrPVzkI/s320/129137581604174512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502939788203242770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Back for a short post of my daily life I guess? Went out yesterday with SengJie and Kevin. They wanted to go shopping so I tap along. Went to town again, well they do sell awesome shirt that is better than those bugis "AhBeng" shirt. Walk around Plaza Sing then went to 313. SengJie and Kevin got what they wanted with some of my shopping tips? I guess? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo after that to look for shoes and also to meet Millie. We reach there first so we went to Vans for shoes saw what I want but I don't have money as I'm running low on cash(I'm kinda of broke till to shopping like always) then SengJie help me pay some of my Vans shoe first as he is getting one for him-self. Cause if we buy two there will be discount, so ya. Pay SengJie $40 first and now I owe him $31, hope I can get the money and pay him fast.^^ Kevin got another Vans shoe but is different type from what SengJie and me got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Millie meet us and we went to watch a movie "The Sorcerer's Apprentice". Wow 2 movie in 2 day, my money is flying away faster than I thought. The movie start at 11.50 so we wen walking around and talk also don't forget jokes. Went to the movie and all I can say is the movie is not bad, well at least better than "Salt"? Well that's my point of view. After the movie we walk from vivo to some where around my house. Millie took cab first then SengJie and Kevin, I went home after that. Reach home about 2plus going 3? Use com and Skype with Millie, I love my new Vans shoe! So blue! So nice! So awesome! Well that's what I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to family BBQ later but going to Tiong with my parent first to make my new glassier as my old on broke. Dam it! and tomorrow will be going to Lan with KENNETH!, Murphy and JinLong. After Lan maybe will see if SengJie, Kevin or Mandy and the rest want to meet or not. The day after tomorrow is Darryl birthday! So kinda pack this few days, hope I have time for my-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a reason why I caps lock Kenneth name to KENNETH! I will leave it to you guys to think about it, after all those who went to K-Box with us on 6-August should know why. I know I'm not better than him but come on we are best friends and yet you say this type of shit? Well too bad cause I'm sure everyone is better than you, like always. Just to let you know, I'm will be coming for you if I hear this type of shit again. Don't you ever mass with me, there's a whole lot of sins going in my head so if you want to try it, then give me you best shot. Why am I posting this on my blog? Well I know you are reading my blog that's why! I can be more crazy than anyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Never mass with someone with a crazy mind set"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-1550290135689996986?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/1550290135689996986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=1550290135689996986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1550290135689996986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/1550290135689996986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-as-how-we-plan.html' title='Just As How We Plan'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TF5elOA3tRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/pJcsJrPVzkI/s72-c/129137581604174512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8359392638233491583</id><published>2010-08-07T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T01:18:11.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking To Inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TFw99h-FLQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/qW414JPDlek/s1600/Dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TFw99h-FLQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/qW414JPDlek/s320/Dock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502340972039974146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there! It's been long since I blog? Well at least that's what I think? Another day in my boring life I guess? When out with friends today to K-box. Enjoy my-self, all of us sing like we never sing before! I enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this time Sengjie and Stephanie Chan. The sad part is they don't have "Love the way you lie"! Well I still enjoy my-self after all. Hope to go out with them soon again to K-box! This time it will be my song! Went to town after that, walk around like we are lost but we are not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 313 for dinner after that is off to HMV for my album! I finally got my Avenged Sevenfold's new album! I'm so happy! After that we went to Cathay to catch a movie, watch Salt. Okay, the movie action part is not bad but the story line is so so. Not really that nice about the movie? Well it's a still can make it movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all I enjoy today with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Better than nothing, worst than something"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8359392638233491583?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8359392638233491583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8359392638233491583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8359392638233491583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8359392638233491583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/08/walking-to-inception.html' title='Walking To Inception'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TFw99h-FLQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/qW414JPDlek/s72-c/Dock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-7585006324273995825</id><published>2010-07-31T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:53:55.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 4 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TFRDZimbghI/AAAAAAAAAe0/FBYPV3a7poQ/s1600/129178943524709600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TFRDZimbghI/AAAAAAAAAe0/FBYPV3a7poQ/s320/129178943524709600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500095150990000658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! Well not really going to blog about daily life yet again, but hey I did blog about something right? Went out with two old friends today one which was Zheng Da, another was Hui Zhen. It's like well 4 years since we ever meet? We were in the same primary school and the same class in primary 6. Meet them at town for some window shopping and real shopping! All I can say is after 4 freaking years our bond is still so strong like primary 6? We never really did change at all, well kind of? Zheng Da still being the silly one, Hui Zhen still being the manly one and me? Still the nerd one in the group. Really enjoy today even if is for a short time only but hey we did meet up. I'm thinking what will happen to us again after 10 years? Will our bond still be strong? I can't be sure about that but just let time flow into our life and change what is needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "After 4 years our bond is still the same, never did change what is inside of us only our faces but not our bond"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-7585006324273995825?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/7585006324273995825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=7585006324273995825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/7585006324273995825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/7585006324273995825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-4-years.html' title='After 4 Years'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TFRDZimbghI/AAAAAAAAAe0/FBYPV3a7poQ/s72-c/129178943524709600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-5240092980326007458</id><published>2010-07-28T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:01:05.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World End With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TFBDVptyenI/AAAAAAAAAek/pVu9t6fRraM/s1600/1219777003894.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TFBDVptyenI/AAAAAAAAAek/pVu9t6fRraM/s320/1219777003894.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498969184273594994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Just do a update post for now. Nothing awesome happen in my life at all but hey, I got to hack something right? Try to enjoy life as much as I can. Well school still suck to the max like it always did. On the friends side, well nothing much still? Kind of have a weird feeling when I'm around them. It's like I'm not good enough for them. Maybe that's truth? And finally on the family side, don't know what the hell happen but got into a quarreled with my Dad. Somehow he said I'm not wanted? Well fuck this shit, not going to keep giving you ways anymore! From now on no matter friends, family or whoever the fuck, I will not let them get climb onto my head! It's now or never! FUCK Bukit Merah! FUCK my family! and FUCK you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-5240092980326007458?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/5240092980326007458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=5240092980326007458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5240092980326007458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5240092980326007458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-end-with-you.html' title='The World End With You'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TFBDVptyenI/AAAAAAAAAek/pVu9t6fRraM/s72-c/1219777003894.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4542391560404088884</id><published>2010-07-24T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T16:54:13.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TEqnNa2hftI/AAAAAAAAAec/CLzWzsnMdJ4/s1600/Avenged_Sevenfold_-_Nightmare.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TEqnNa2hftI/AAAAAAAAAec/CLzWzsnMdJ4/s320/Avenged_Sevenfold_-_Nightmare.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497390144147259090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey just a quick review on the new album from Avenged Sevenfold. The album was great, a lot of deep meaning in all songs. That's what I like about Metal, Rock or Punk? They have lots of meaning in their songs unlike Pop or K-pop (Korean pop for short). Been asking my-self why I don't like those songs? I guess I found out why, Pop songs well most of them is about sex, drugs or gangs? I don't like it at all. And of cause K-pop, like just say most people who into K-pop is just for the looks of the singer? Not how well they sing nor how the lyrics mean at all! They don't understand what they are singing yet they still listen to it as like if know what the heck they are singing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's just me I guess? Well back to the point on Avenged Sevenfold's new album, the album is missing something even if I said it was great. What was missing was the drummer, The Rev. It's sad that he pass away and in this album was what he wanted to work on but never did had the chance. This album is not just for the fans out there but is also a tribute to The Rev! I'm going to end this post here, till next time, keep on rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "In a way it seems there's no-one to call, when our thoughts are so numb, and our feelings unsure" -This is also from their new song "Welcome To The Family"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4542391560404088884?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4542391560404088884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4542391560404088884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4542391560404088884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4542391560404088884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcome-to-family.html' title='Welcome To The Family'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TEqnNa2hftI/AAAAAAAAAec/CLzWzsnMdJ4/s72-c/Avenged_Sevenfold_-_Nightmare.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-625397888602139926</id><published>2010-07-24T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:51:36.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The World For The World x2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TEnFgzzsCvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Hc_ssWRgRRg/s1600/129080574144119922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TEnFgzzsCvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Hc_ssWRgRRg/s320/129080574144119922.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497141987635890930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there! Yah, going to blog now. Well not really blog cause it's going to be a short post? Just an update on my life. School was great I guess? Nothing wrong at school but still studying yet so hard for me. Family all together not fighting at all which is good. Friends? Well I dare not say is good? Since there is people who LIE to me or friends that don't reply me text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that a side my life is pretty fuck up. My fingers still hurts from playing guitar which is a good start? Oh the movie "Incpetion" totally rock my socks off! The movie is a must watch to me! I love it and I feel like watch again who want to watch it with me?! Still fighting in life, trying my best for my N level? But I'm kinda happy today cause I got Avenged Sevenfold new album! Just downloaded it and it's fucking sick! I gonna get they album once it come out on HMV! Who ever buy the album for me right, I will love that person to the max! Thats all for today, trying to keep my blog alive as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "The tears we've cried, this love has died your by yourself here tonight"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-625397888602139926?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/625397888602139926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=625397888602139926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/625397888602139926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/625397888602139926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-world-for-world-x2.html' title='For The World For The World x2'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TEnFgzzsCvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Hc_ssWRgRRg/s72-c/129080574144119922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-417928893322541053</id><published>2010-07-18T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:46:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past &amp; Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TEJuV1pSXrI/AAAAAAAAAeM/5jhFTnS-sdA/s1600/129077153058073321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TEJuV1pSXrI/AAAAAAAAAeM/5jhFTnS-sdA/s320/129077153058073321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495075816801984178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Just going to blog a short post. Oh a random stuff is that I got my guitar and it's kinda weird as I had namd my guitar Alisa! Yah is just so freaking weird. Back to the point, was kinda boring at home and there's nothing for me to do right now as I'm going out in the afternoon with my parent to take my new laptop from M1. So all I did was read all the past blog post I post one by one. What I found out surprise me. I found out that I was so kid back then, all those post was just plain silly. About love, life, school, friends and etc. Kinda weird if you think about it? I'm happy that I'm not like how I used to be, and I never want to be back into the same place again. I lucky to make new friends along the way, gain old friends, keep the same friends but sadly lost some friends along the way. But never give up on what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "If you don't want to get hurt then don't hurt the people around you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UPDATE*&lt;br /&gt;Never got my laptop from M1 today, went there with my parents and the guy said I can take my laptop on the 20 july start till 2 aug? So yah this is just a short update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-417928893322541053?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/417928893322541053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=417928893322541053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/417928893322541053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/417928893322541053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/07/past-now.html' title='The Past &amp; Now'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TEJuV1pSXrI/AAAAAAAAAeM/5jhFTnS-sdA/s72-c/129077153058073321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8333917534151220193</id><published>2010-07-14T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:12:54.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop joking and just keep on running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TD3MjctwKeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/J5OpSOVlkfc/s1600/500x_batmanonfire_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TD3MjctwKeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/J5OpSOVlkfc/s320/500x_batmanonfire_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493772029837453794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not gonna blog about what I do or whatever bullshit you thinking of. Sorry if those words don't suit you guys but I'm kinda of piss off  of my self. I told my self to study this year and yet I ran away from Social Studies mock test. I tried my best! I really did but I guess I need to push my self to the limit. You may think being me is just jokes all day but being me is hard, I want to change my ways. Never wanted all this to happen but it all did. My life change from bad to worst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do have friends to back me up who support me but how long will this last? 1 year? 2 year? May be I should face the fact that it's time for me to put down this fuck up playful me and go to study mood? I don't even know why but all in my head is what I am going to do after N level but not about what am I going to do for N level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fuck up am I? I never really share the sad me to my friends cause since I was a kid I never let my family and friends get all sad around me so I learn to keep all the sad side of me to my self. I don't know will my friends even read this post or whatever butt fuck, I don't care anymore. I have great friends and I love them till I die. But will they understand my feeling? Keeping everything to my self is hard. Alone thinking about sad past hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish there is someone that really understand how I feel sometime but I guess that won't happen? This Raymond that joke everyday is just a mask and it's not the real me. I guess I really need to push my self to the limit. Time to wake up Raymond! No more playing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will see how tomorrow Social Studies turn out to be. Need to face the fact and face the punishment. So many sins I did in that school of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to all those teachers that I even hurt, that I even disrespect. I'm sorry that I slept in your class, sorry for talking back to you teachers. I will change just give me time, I won't let you time teaching me go to waste. I know I'm not a good student and I regret not being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson learn, a feeling burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Gonna change my ways, redo my sins... Hope tomorrow will be a better day for a new beginning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TD3LtRiky0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/_tnXwW0WfOI/s1600/500x_batmanonfire_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8333917534151220193?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8333917534151220193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8333917534151220193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8333917534151220193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8333917534151220193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-joking-and-just-keep-on-running.html' title='Stop joking and just keep on running'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TD3MjctwKeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/J5OpSOVlkfc/s72-c/500x_batmanonfire_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-5784537675926749864</id><published>2010-07-11T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:46:03.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 things girls don't notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msg_meta" class="bulletin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;"&gt;1) Guys may be  flirting around all day, but&lt;br /&gt; before they go to sleep they always think about the girl they truly care  about&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 2) Guys are more emotional then you think if they&lt;br /&gt; loved you at one point it takes them a lot longer&lt;br /&gt; then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they arent  with you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 3) Guys go crazy over a girl's smile ( :&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 4) A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 5) Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what uh...never  mind....." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you  are&lt;br /&gt; thinking and he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll&lt;br /&gt; obsess about it trying to figure it out&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 6) If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to  listen to him. you don't need to give advice&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 7) A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 8) GUYS LOVE YOU MORE THEN YOU LOVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 9) Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use&lt;br /&gt; beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a&lt;br /&gt; whole heck of a lot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 10) If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl,&lt;br /&gt; he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next&lt;br /&gt; time he spends time with you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 11) When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely  thinking something&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 12)A guy would give the world to be able to read a girl's mind for a day&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 13)No guy can handle all his problems on his own He's just too stubborn  to admit it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 14)NOT ALL GUYS ARE RUDE! Just because ONE is RUDE doesn't mean he  represents ALL of them&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 15) WHEN A GUY SACRIFICES HIS SLEEP AND HEALTH JUST TO TALK TO YOU, HE  REALLY LIKES YOU AND WANTS TO BE WITH YOU AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 16) Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probably still  does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life&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/1938828575601708312-5784537675926749864?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/5784537675926749864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=5784537675926749864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5784537675926749864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5784537675926749864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/07/16-things-girls-dont-notice.html' title='16 things girls don&apos;t notice'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-5655916941722572446</id><published>2010-07-08T19:16:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:18:39.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Hug To My Best Friends</title><content type='html'>HEllO! Not going to blog about daily life today but I'm going to do something different. I'm going to blog about those friends that play a big part of my life. I know it sound gay? But I love all my best friends to the max! TAKE NOTE THAT THE PEOPLE IN THE FOLLOWING IS GOING BY HOW LONG I KNOW THEM.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDW4Dutht0I/AAAAAAAAAck/di-ryneuync/s1600/Kenneth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDW4Dutht0I/AAAAAAAAAck/di-ryneuync/s320/Kenneth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491497694866290498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend of mine is call Kenneth! I know him since we are in primary school and now we end up in the same secondary school and also not forget the same class. His is one of the friend who I will turn to, for some man-talks or heart to heart conversation if you guys like to put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Ya there is up and down between us in our cliques but hey we always talk though it. And guess what? We make it! He sometime will ask us to go his house and have some chat or play his ps3. He is a friend that I will never forget. He is one of the friends between all my best friends that I think have really grow up? But the main point is that he is always there when I have my fun time. Kenneth you rock! ^^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDW6dnN6sqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LM5brsOI3q8/s1600/Sengjie.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDiBDLwJaYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zAJj-5XBjvs/s1600/IMG_9373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDiBDLwJaYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zAJj-5XBjvs/s320/IMG_9373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492281637272643970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy is call Seng Jie, how I know him was weird? I knew him when I was in NNC camp in  secondary-1 when we are like sleeping!? Weird right? well we starting talking and all that but I never thought that he will be a friend that I know for 4 year plus and meet up if we can even we are in different school right now. Yes he may be gay at sometimes but that's just for jokes and laughter. Enjoy hanging out with him because we sometime we do have the same mindset? Well most of the time is he help me on some stuff or I helping him or some stuff. I remember when we play monster hunter together. It was great where I use hack in the game and help him and Kenneth in the game. What touch me the most is when he told me if I retain this year again then the will keep scold me every time we meet! Gosh that hard right? But hey I will try my best and never give up cause I have this friend who give me support ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDW9ngXiMQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/mcgZektsr3Q/s1600/Darryl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDW9ngXiMQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/mcgZektsr3Q/s320/Darryl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491503807049380098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this guy I got to say, his name is Darryl or nickname D.T (Darryl Tan for short). I know him when I'm in  secondary-3 yes the  secondary-3 before I retain. I know him when I was told by the teacher to sit beside him at the back of S.S lesson. Didn't really talk to him cause I don't know him that well at that time? Until don't know what happen as we are sitting at the back of the class, we start making fun of out classmate in the class! How evil can we be? Yes he is cute! Ya I know but he is the "gay" friend I have! I enjoy joking with him. He never fail to make me laugh at his action or jokes sometime. We are close friends now in  secondary-4 and I like it. He always help me in my maths when I don't know how to hell to do it! Thanks dude for teaching me maths even when I keep on saying huh? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDXAk28iJ6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Ef7ubeot1lk/s1600/Kevin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDXAk28iJ6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Ef7ubeot1lk/s320/Kevin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491507060105422754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Kevin, I know him though Seng Jie. know him when I'm in  secondary-3 yes it's 2008! Got to really know him when we all play monster hunter together. We keep on remaking some songs lyrics into some silly or dirty type of songs and end up laughing at it. We do have some man talks sometime if we get a chance and never fail joking around. But one thing yes one thing I don't like is that HE IS ALWAYS LATE! Never fail at all! hope he will change and one day won't be late at all! but hey still enjoy having him around. KEVIN LOW! DON'T BE LATE AGAIN OK? LIKE REALLY? PLEASE! ^^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDXCLA5I_8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/aU4m4AR2Wkg/s1600/Tselay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDXCLA5I_8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/aU4m4AR2Wkg/s320/Tselay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491508815122202562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now finally a girl? Her name is Tse Lay, she is one of the best friend I had when I retain  secondary-3. Well what can I say? We are brother and sister? We keep on joking about each other. I make fun of her love life sometime and sometime she make fun of mine too. Love going out with her cause we sometime keep talking about people who walk pass us? Yes sound evil but it's fun sometime. Going to D&amp;amp;T with her in the holiday was fun too, keep talking about crazy stuff or crazy shit in daily life. Yes we are at different class but we still contact each other. You this sister is crazy. A sister from different parent ^^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDXGJhxPXJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4PNh4BXHCco/s1600/Kelvin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDXGJhxPXJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4PNh4BXHCco/s320/Kelvin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491513187634207890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dude, his name is Kelvin, I know him last year when it's OBS camp? Well we didn't go so we have to go to west coast? We are in the same team so started talking and found out we both are freaking joker and we keep playing in west coast. He like playing maximum tune and always go play it. His a fun guy and hey joker plus joker is fun time all the time. He sometimes know what I thinking in my head even if I never say it out! We always laugh at each other jokes cause our jokes are always funny. Hmmm the funny thing that I remember he told me not long ago was his dream! And I was in it! How cool was that? Well right now we very less hang out together but I'm trying to find sometime for us so we can go out or something. Dude you have some crazy ass dream man ^^ &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDXJZfKHy5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/7efzu5syqhs/s1600/Mandy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDXJZfKHy5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/7efzu5syqhs/s320/Mandy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491516760346053522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes another girl, her name is Mandy. I know her wait not really know her like hi my name is Raymond that kind but I know her though Kelvin and we had nothing to do at that time and just right there's were new student from the other class came and join our class. So I ask Kelvin to give me one of their number to prank call and he gave me Mandy's number. So I call her and told her that I was someone else and blah blah blah but what shock me the most is that she know it was me! How weird is that? Well after that we get to talk in class all that and she a nice person but she is a K-POP FAN!  Well I hate K-POP most of the time so I won't go though the whole K-POP stuff but we when out, and got to let her know Seng Jie and Kevin so is a win win for all of us. You are a K-POP freak ^^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDXLmYdawWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ynvNvL2hAME/s1600/Millie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDXLmYdawWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ynvNvL2hAME/s320/Millie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491519180909494626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her name or his name is Millie, don't really know how I know her? We did talk but not those friends talk. I some how knew from though Mandy? It's just she suddenly call me asking where am I eating with Kenneth and the rest and thinking of meet us? Well after that we talk in M.T and found out that she starting hate me? Oh my god how can someone hate Raymond? I'm so cute right? Well back to the point. She enjoy shooting me and I don't really know why? She just evil I guess? Well outing and outing and end up being close friends still silly people like Seng Jie, Kevin and Mandy think that she like me or I like her? Well their guessing skill suck! We are just good friends that's all. You laugh like no tomorrow^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now those are close friends that play a big part of my life and I enjoy having them around. It's fun like always. And now I quote "Why make enemy when you can make friends?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-5655916941722572446?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/5655916941722572446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=5655916941722572446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5655916941722572446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5655916941722572446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-hug-to-my-best-friends.html' title='A Big Hug To My Best Friends'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDW4Dutht0I/AAAAAAAAAck/di-ryneuync/s72-c/Kenneth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4487542251675335090</id><published>2010-07-04T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:55:31.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War With Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDCVw3RSZEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/eh6wR3y6gsY/s1600/129085118533650537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDCVw3RSZEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/eh6wR3y6gsY/s320/129085118533650537.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490052612467352642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!~ It's been long since I had blog and here I'm blogging about my music production cause work I had in school for this week, so enjoy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Went to the music production cause work to have our first lesson? I was thinking about how will it turn bad or good? but later I found out how fun and how much I enjoy in the class, we learn how to cut a 8 minutes plus songs to a 4 minutes song. It was fun till the lesson ended =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the lesson after the first lesson, we learn how to mix loops into one song? I did mine and the teacher like it. I so happy to the max, after that I went to help Darryl with his mixes till the lesson end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;This is the day where we mixes beats or loops into a song and we also need to come out with out own lyric to the song that we make, well everyone in my team went to do their own stuff so I have to do all the beats my self =.= but in this end they came back and help me ^^ we gt a song but ended dropping the song cause we think is too hard to have a lyrics for it? So I ask the teacher to help us some out with the song and we think of the lyric &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: &lt;br /&gt;We went to the studio with our song and lyric to record us singing to it? I have fun there. Enjoy my-self with my friends fooling around in the studio. Ya we sing till it's very off key but we don't really care cause not matter it's bad or not, we still learn a lot about the music production. After that we went back to school for some touch up on the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: &lt;br /&gt;The last day of our music production cause work lesson, sad to say but I love this lesson and will enjoy it if it's my CCA. Played our song, everyone include our team laugh out loud like no tomorrow. At the end there is some prize to give a way, I got 2nd place in my music production which is the "Top Creativity Award" I'm so happy to get the award, don't really care if it is 2nd place ^^ and after all it still have to end right? The thing ended and I will miss the music production cause work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there? that's what I did for this 5 days for school, so what did u you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "No matter how life hit you, always remember that there are friends out there to help you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a short message to this person call DARRYL TAN!, dude no matter if we will still be in the same class or same school, we still can meet up right? Look at Seng Jie, Kevin and the rest? even if we are not in the same place, we can still find some free time to meet up. Always remember that I'm just a phone call away ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4487542251675335090?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4487542251675335090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4487542251675335090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4487542251675335090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4487542251675335090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/07/war-with-music.html' title='War With Music'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TDCVw3RSZEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/eh6wR3y6gsY/s72-c/129085118533650537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-8696585268067863577</id><published>2010-06-26T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:28:55.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum or Piano</title><content type='html'>Which is better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TCX9X_hQL3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/SYTFWbAPB2g/s1600/129174589392810739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TCX9X_hQL3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/SYTFWbAPB2g/s320/129174589392810739.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487070309650542450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there ^^ I'm back for a short short post. The thing is which one should I learn? Drum or Piano? I'm planning to learn it after my N level so I still have a few months to plan which one I wanna learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I wanna learn drum is simple, I wanna pay a tribute to the drummer "The Rev" from "Avenged Sevenfold" . They are my favourite band and they did not just lost their drummer but their best friend and brother. Even if "The Rev" is not around anymore there is still people like me who miss is drum beat in "Avenged Sevenfold". It sad the "The Rev" pass away T^T who know may be I will be the next drummer for "Avenged Sevenfold" =X (fat hope I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I wanna learn piano is more simple then anything. Since I was a small kid, I like the music play by piano or my I like the most is jazz piano. Yah the reason is just that simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a super short message to that silly zhuzhu,&lt;br /&gt;Next time be careful ok?! Don't anyhow run or jump around if not later bleed again. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-8696585268067863577?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/8696585268067863577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=8696585268067863577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8696585268067863577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/8696585268067863577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/06/drum-or-piano.html' title='Drum or Piano'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TCX9X_hQL3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/SYTFWbAPB2g/s72-c/129174589392810739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-3359067283016315145</id><published>2010-06-24T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:46:48.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Childhood Memories That Never End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TCNP2Q4YfzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Tsy9j5qLQ70/s1600/129194450462876528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TCNP2Q4YfzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Tsy9j5qLQ70/s320/129194450462876528.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486316564730380082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people! Yah as promise I'm here to blog! I'm going to blog about what happen on 22? so yah here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Darryl, Mandy and Millie at Plaza Singapore and walk to Cathay to buy ticket for Toy Story 3 3D, we also help Jia Ling, Kenneth, Seng Jie and Kevin to buy their ticket first as they haven reach yet. We then walk back to Plaza Singapore to find my Dad his birthday present, I go 2 shirt for him from FOX. 1 is XL and other is L (He end up giving me the L size =.=) then we walk to the McDonalds to wait for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At McDonalds Millie brought her meal and we were waiting for the rest at the same time. Seng Jie was the first to reach then Kenneth. After Millie and Darryl done eating we walk to Cathay to meet the others. Saw Kevin on the way so he join us. On the way Seng Jie told me something very touching man. He told me if I retain this year again he will scold me everytime we meet! Dude I will try my best, thanks Bro! We reach Cathay meet up with Jia Ling and buy the drinks and snacks that we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was great, it's touching, sad but at the same time funny. After watching the movie I some how sad as this is my childhood movie since like I was a kid! And now I got a feeling to buy the toys from Toy Story to display at my room and keep it. I know it's waste of money but like I say it's my childhood movie. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter the movie we went to Spize for our dinner. Jokes as like always, I enjoy hangging out with them. Talk some crazy stuff and all. We went home after that. May be plan other outing next time?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well here's the end of my post. Hey at least I did update my blog. Boy oh boy school is next week? Going to cut my hair tomorrow with Darryl. God gonna miss my long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "We take photos with our friends not just for fun, but as a memories of our past"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-3359067283016315145?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/3359067283016315145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=3359067283016315145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3359067283016315145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/3359067283016315145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/06/childhood-memories-that-never-end.html' title='A Childhood Memories That Never End'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TCNP2Q4YfzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Tsy9j5qLQ70/s72-c/129194450462876528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-5817581075848165916</id><published>2010-06-24T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:47:33.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock a little more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TCJHx4U3whI/AAAAAAAAAcE/53Exhr4dwGw/s1600/129065914653173411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TCJHx4U3whI/AAAAAAAAAcE/53Exhr4dwGw/s320/129065914653173411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486026218349773330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys sorry for not blogging this few days, was thinking to post what I did on the 22 but I forgot! so sorry. Well just a quick update^^ I'm going to blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "These fields are haunted by, a thousand men who died,to stop this Holy War"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-5817581075848165916?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/5817581075848165916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=5817581075848165916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5817581075848165916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5817581075848165916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/06/rock-little-more.html' title='Rock a little more'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TCJHx4U3whI/AAAAAAAAAcE/53Exhr4dwGw/s72-c/129065914653173411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-2166462717063066071</id><published>2010-06-15T23:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T02:19:18.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing The Songs Of Our Life</title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Birthday Mandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TBejMkaULQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/tbKXtBta0yw/s1600/129115085650068794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TBejMkaULQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/tbKXtBta0yw/s320/129115085650068794.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483030507674676482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY YO! It's been long? So how's your life going? Fine? Worst? Or just a up and down roller coaster ride? I'm doing fine as always ^^ Family = O.K, Friends = O.K, School = Not so sure I will say O.K. So today is Mandy belated birthday celebration as she want it to be today but there's not really much different =.= Well since I only had 2 hours of sleep till to people around my house shouting GOAL! I try to wake up as early as I can so I won't be late. Was suppose to meet Kenneth in the bus at 10:45 but he was late so meet him around 11plus? I not sure, I wasn't looking at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that "bull shit" we went to meet Darryl at Bukit Merah Interchange and walk to the bus stop to take 14 as we are also suppose to take the same bus as Mandy and Millie. Wait and talk, jokes and laughter fills the air with our crazy talk. The bus was here so everyone went in. Saw Mandy, find some sit and it's off to the next bus stop to meet Millie in the same bus. Again with some lame jokes, Millie came up and it's off to Clementi interchange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached Clementi interchange we took 175? To "Sakura" (I'm not sure the name) some where around Clementi. Reach there paid our meal first and we find our sit then off to our awesome food! Jokes, laughter and photo taking was everywhere. When we done eating we went off for a short walk to the bus stop to talk 175 to Clementi "K-Box".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there go to the room and it's singing of the life time ^^ we laugh and make fun of some MV. The best part is when we all sing together for a song. I love it when we sing "Bad Romance" and "Telephone" by Lady GaGa together. I even try rapping to Eminem's "Beautiful" and I almost make it though the whole song! Love it! Will like to go back with them again and also hope go with more friends too! After singing all of us are having sore throat but only Millie don't have! WHY?! We went to the NTUC to buy some sweet for sore throat and dam we do sound better all. Went to Singapore Flyer after that to meet Kevin for dinner, well dinner as in "Popeye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to Marina Bay Sands for some photos taking an stuff. A long walk later we all took bus to YAMC but only Kenneth drop at City Hall to take bus home. Well the rest of us was waiting for bus at YAMC, Mandy took 14 home first then the rest took 139 and talk along the way. Darryl drop first then Millie. Kevin and me went to inter and walk to 7-11 to buy some drinks and sit down have a so call "heart to heart conversation". We walk to inter when it's getting late and took the bus home before the last bus and now here I am blogging about what I did today that I have enjoy so much, too bad Seng Jie can't make it till to some school stuff he need to do. But there is always next time ^^ Will upload some photos if Millie will upload those photos to FaceBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Gravity, thou art a﻿ heartless bitch."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-2166462717063066071?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/2166462717063066071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=2166462717063066071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2166462717063066071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2166462717063066071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/06/singing-songs-of-our-life.html' title='Singing The Songs Of Our Life'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TBejMkaULQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/tbKXtBta0yw/s72-c/129115085650068794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4856884310911772465</id><published>2010-06-09T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:10:51.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In The City Of Shops</title><content type='html'>Need To Find A Way Out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TA-mKuC9-gI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fXTblbTahTc/s1600/129068429393312916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TA-mKuC9-gI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fXTblbTahTc/s320/129068429393312916.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480781974622566914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey what up? I'm kinda bored right now so I guess I'm going to post something about what I did today? Well I did nothing much today if you count that I brought 3 shirts and how my cash became $5 from $100? Meet up with Tse Lay and Ze Wei under my house bus stop, Darryl and Kelvin didn't turn up so I guess they are busy or something but I guess the 3 of us will do for today ^^ We took 124 to Plaza Singapore and walk to Orchard Central just to feel their cold cold air con. After walking around O.C (Orchard Central for short) we went to 313 to find some shirt and all. We went up to HMV and the first thing I did was to go to the shirt session. All their shirt can't be try so I don't know which size fit me but how lucky am I that they had some example just at the side of the session, so I ask Tse Lay to see if it fit me as I'm too dumb to know how, after knowing the size I took the shirt I want and pay it at the cashier. We went to Uniqlo to walk around to see if there is any nice shirt or stuff but later did we know, they have awesome shirt there! And the best part is they have fitting room, but cause of the lazy Raymond (me) I ask Tes Lay to see if the shirts fit me or not. On the other hand Ze Wei went to the fitting room to try out the shirt he want. So like always I went to the cashier to pay the 2 shirt that I wanna get in Uniqlo. Walk around 313 till we decided to go to Takashimaya. So we went that and like what we always do window shopping ^^ And then we end up walking back to Plaza Singapore from Takashimaya. We around at there as always. We took 16 back to inter as Tse Lay alight at Tiong. After the long drive Ze Wei and me went to Vivo to have our dinner. After all that tired day we were so crazy and decided to walk home from Vivo since we both live at Telok Blangah Drive/Heights. The long walk we talk a lot of jokes, and we reached home^^ That what I did today, even if I had a tired legs right now or I feel so sleepy right now, I still enjoy my-self today. Hope we can do some shopping again but the sad part is I'M BROKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "You won't live for nothing cause you are fighting for something"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4856884310911772465?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4856884310911772465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4856884310911772465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4856884310911772465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4856884310911772465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost-in-city-of-shops.html' title='Lost In The City Of Shops'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TA-mKuC9-gI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fXTblbTahTc/s72-c/129068429393312916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-6558933362442853207</id><published>2010-06-09T01:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:08:43.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running In Circles</title><content type='html'>Enjoy Life Like Never Before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TA6B7j_YcVI/AAAAAAAAAbs/d45eOgTe2-4/s1600/129078784044348329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TA6B7j_YcVI/AAAAAAAAAbs/d45eOgTe2-4/s320/129078784044348329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480460656829821266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~ it's so long since I blog. Guess what? I'm back by popular demand. Many of my friends ask me to update my blog as it is, how should I put it? DEAD? And one even ask me to try posting in proper english, so I will try my best ok Sheng jie? Oya meet up soon ^^. Ok this past few weeks is like hell to me as it's my holiday and yet I had to go to school for my freaking D&amp;T! Ya I know it's my N-level but let me enjoy my life? But I guess it don't matter anymore? Cause I had done my D&amp;T and I can enjoy my holidays like a 5 year old. Wow now I wanna talk about something off topic. Along the way I gain back old friends and also gain new friends as days goes by. Somehow I can't find the old me anymore, the old me that heck care about what the teachers say or what my parent told me to do. And now to me when they tell me to study well I did! Something woke me up I guess? We people live to our mistake till the very end and never try to find the answer why we did that in the first place. Everyone around me is starting to change for a better or worst? I'm not sure but we just have to wait and see, we only live in this world once so why not put down what you are doing now and come with me to enjoy life like no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I quote "Do evil every day. You may not change the world, but you'll have more fun"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-6558933362442853207?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/6558933362442853207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=6558933362442853207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6558933362442853207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/6558933362442853207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/06/running-in-circles.html' title='Running In Circles'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/TA6B7j_YcVI/AAAAAAAAAbs/d45eOgTe2-4/s72-c/129078784044348329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-5092002984303493257</id><published>2010-05-05T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:26:49.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING ASS HOLE!</title><content type='html'>KNN! say my friends dog then you wat? wat make you think you can scold them? still say scold only then oso gt no harm,oix fuck you la hor NBCB! look at your self 1st la CCB!it takes one dog to know another dog,so say my friends dog mean you own self dog also? dumb fuck, you and him not couple la but just a mother and a son! ass hole! wan scold wan aim then come at me la why my friends? all you do is you talk with your mouth! plus his just your play toy lo fucker,I thought we can still be good friends but after wat happen,all I can say is you just an enemy you won't forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-5092002984303493257?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/5092002984303493257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=5092002984303493257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5092002984303493257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/5092002984303493257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/05/fucking-ass-hole.html' title='FUCKING ASS HOLE!'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4115985721517552148</id><published>2010-03-09T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:36:22.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>We all need somebody that we can lean on, when you wake up look around and see that your dreams gone, when the earth quakes we’ll help you make it through the storm, when the floor breaks a magic carpet to stand on, we are the World united by love so strong, when the radio isn’t on you can hear the songs, a guided light on the dark road your walking on, a sign post to find the dreams you thought was gone, someone to help, you move the obstacles you stumbled on, someone to help you rebuild after the rubble’s gone, we are the World connected by a common bond, love the whole planet sing it along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4115985721517552148?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4115985721517552148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4115985721517552148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4115985721517552148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4115985721517552148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-2587971633682618191</id><published>2010-03-07T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:30:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING HATE!</title><content type='html'>U noe wat gal? I gave u my fucking heart, but u dont give a fucking shit about it. N all i get in return is this fucking shit ass pain. But guess wat? i dont give a fucking shit anymore, if u dont cherish my love then i will give my heart to someone else, u dont like me say fuck? well... I JUST DONT GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT HOW U FEEL ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fucking hate]&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hate those ppl who look at me like i'm wat the fuck? just become i wear like teenager! plus so wat is i gt 2 piercing at my ear? that dont meean i'm a gangster or wat shit rite! fucking hate those adult who look at us like we r some kind of unwanted ppl,fucking shit ass mother fucker! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[enjoy]&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy hanging out with my friends,we talk about almost anything.i love it when we ton its so fucking awsome^^ hehe :D thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[will u sms the person that make u break up with u n ur ex?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-2587971633682618191?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/2587971633682618191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=2587971633682618191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2587971633682618191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/2587971633682618191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/03/fucking-hate.html' title='FUCKING HATE!'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938828575601708312.post-4931744222247988274</id><published>2010-01-30T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:10:03.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found my talent hahaz</title><content type='html'>Feel so boring so i did something^^ feel like those wallpaper for my phone is so old and boring so i make some of my own^^ enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/S2MWS8e-F8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/gRYme0GFbBs/s1600-h/love+drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/S2MWS8e-F8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/gRYme0GFbBs/s320/love+drunk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432210090268432322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/S2MTpIb2muI/AAAAAAAAAao/uMDSe1Ywkuc/s1600-h/What+is+sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/S2MTpIb2muI/AAAAAAAAAao/uMDSe1Ywkuc/s320/What+is+sex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432207172898822882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/S2MTo2G_jkI/AAAAAAAAAag/NKwjm-QdeBo/s1600-h/L-O-V-E+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/S2MTo2G_jkI/AAAAAAAAAag/NKwjm-QdeBo/s320/L-O-V-E+-+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432207167979490882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/S2MToi_HUDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/-tnB9YYviP8/s1600-h/a+new+lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/S2MToi_HUDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/-tnB9YYviP8/s320/a+new+lol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432207162846171186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938828575601708312-4931744222247988274?l=bakalei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/feeds/4931744222247988274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938828575601708312&amp;postID=4931744222247988274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4931744222247988274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938828575601708312/posts/default/4931744222247988274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakalei.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-found-my-talent-hahaz.html' title='I found my talent hahaz'/><author><name>Fuck The World \m/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665146266877025846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8yrGo1Ke0/Tj3vVEA6duI/AAAAAAAAArg/Iz7P1aVX5J0/s220/wfw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s9W1KTV6pr8/S2MWS8e-F8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/gRYme0GFbBs/s72-c/love+drunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
