<?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-38893171</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:10:25.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SkrewGeek</title><subtitle type='html'>A Universaity Student searching for the meanings of life and the in-betweens. Searching for the ultimate goal in life and why it differs for each member. A one-day-going-to-be guru of life who does it best by sleeping in lectures. Dreams of holidays on beaches and campfires by the beach and... and will one day be going on a trip there by a small little plane.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knucklegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38893171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knucklegeek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927695715742461784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38893171.post-7635528980759018411</id><published>2007-07-11T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T02:41:20.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh huh?</title><content type='html'>Where is the line drawn? What do you do when you can't escape the ghosts that keep hunting you when they refuse to die? Why do you keep holding on to things you sworn to let go? Why am I even asking these questions? The thought of what could have been, what should've been done instead and how life would be different with that one little decision. Only the screw ups are the ones being remembered. Why can't I keep track of the good ones? They always seem to dissappear from my memory. The butterfly effect. Wished i had that. Change the unchangables. Really some thoughts are just crazy. Crazy should be left as crazy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole life is being pushed around, its the matter of being able to stand up and weather it don't you think? Or is it to know when to draw the line to push back? Is it a stupid idea? A fling of youth? Cuz all I see is a Lone Ranger or Rambo job doing it. Can one person push the tides? Its crazy that my little nutcase brain thinks so much rubbish during my short holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went visiting KL with a purpose... Sometimes I wonder why am I doing what I did...&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, wants, needs. Wow nice topics. It gets boring after a while if you get what i mean. You can't force one. You need them to find it on their own. Why can't some people seem to know about letting go? Even when they are encroaching on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up the dawn and ask her why,&lt;br /&gt;a dreamer dreams, she never dies,&lt;br /&gt;wipe that tear away now from your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walking down the hall,&lt;br /&gt;faster than a cannonball,&lt;br /&gt;where were you while we were getting high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will find me,&lt;br /&gt;caught beneath a landslide,&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova in the sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38893171-7635528980759018411?l=knucklegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knucklegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/7635528980759018411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38893171&amp;postID=7635528980759018411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38893171/posts/default/7635528980759018411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38893171/posts/default/7635528980759018411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knucklegeek.blogspot.com/2007/07/uh-huh.html' title='Uh huh?'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927695715742461784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38893171.post-8429660595476336039</id><published>2007-06-17T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:27:52.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams!!! and problems</title><content type='html'>Farewell to the IMU pharmacy students to scotland. Hope they don't come back with the scottish accent... it would be a waste... not like i have anything about the people there... Just the wired slang when other people speaks other's slang. Quite sad though... Seeing others fly away while I stay in Malaysia.. Seems that sometimes during farewells I get to spend more meaningful time with some friends which was intended when they were around but just didn't seem that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying for exams never felt so strongly a chore. Inside is screaming to go out everyday and all, party, club, movies, wasting time, play games, and i did those somehow regretably and not also. Wished more people could've come and go without the exam in mind... felt like was wasting away but heck its a students life i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i knew it it was exams... 1st paper was terrible... hoping to pass with the 2nd micro paper. It wasnt hard to say but just not enough time to cover it all.... figures huh? sacrificing marks to make sure all pass sort off? i wonder if cell met is all that worth it for the time spent to study it. Can't believe the number of things happening when my exams are close... firstly a major arguement ith my dad and now the father's day mood is ruined... wont know how to make it up though with that kind of mood now... most probably may have a cold fathers day. Wonder how it will all fit in with my next paper(s) coming in 4 days time. Next ending a cold war on the day of the exam. Wasnt pretty. Wonder why there are people who'd want to avoid problems when its there to be fixed? Wouldn't it cause more problems next time then? Perhaps the friendship is not all that worth to be worked on after all and all the energy and effort wasted on my part... Dissapointed at myself for not listening to my friends advice to just leave it be. But hell what be bother with it... just decided to get back to studies as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying at university has its advantages though... This time a new light at monash foyer... yes the old one above sunway foyer... May I get my hopeful results this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38893171-8429660595476336039?l=knucklegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knucklegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/8429660595476336039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38893171&amp;postID=8429660595476336039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38893171/posts/default/8429660595476336039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38893171/posts/default/8429660595476336039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knucklegeek.blogspot.com/2007/06/exams-and-problems.html' title='Exams!!! and problems'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927695715742461784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38893171.post-7647803780457928870</id><published>2007-05-01T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:37:24.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish woosh</title><content type='html'>Wish woosh, man, its long since last blogging.... feels like old ragged muscle trying to move. i apologise to u all who reads bogs on this.. I guess im not that all blogger guy. I guess this is it for having a lame internet connection that always ends up hanging somewhere with a blank screen when i try to post or edit anything.... new things. yes Sandhya's birthday was a good one in  a nice place.. some place where id like my home to look like in near future.. then was many others.... had nice time watching some friends act drunk.. makes u wonder what they'll do when their actually drunk... anyway, this will be quick since have a paper, a report and an assignment coming up soon. elephant sanctuary was fun, feeding them, having a ride and all.. Those that had extra clothes went in to bathe with the elephants and yes it really looked fun but i still feel sorry for Au Yong. You realy wished you were in there huh? A drunk friend  at 1030pm birthday treat... Eric spies with his little eye... something starting with 'd' i suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38893171-7647803780457928870?l=knucklegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knucklegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/7647803780457928870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38893171&amp;postID=7647803780457928870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38893171/posts/default/7647803780457928870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38893171/posts/default/7647803780457928870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knucklegeek.blogspot.com/2007/05/wish-woosh.html' title='Wish woosh'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927695715742461784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38893171.post-117432498393785446</id><published>2007-03-19T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:28:33.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Twinked</title><content type='html'>Have u ever thought what it'll be like if you could go back through time? Time passes so fast the next time I think about this may be few years ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Maison 17th March precelebration party which its ending I can't make out for better or for worse, but for now so far I feel more liberated somehow for some wierd reasons after some repitative talk. Day after was filled with report till 4++ am to finish and to hand up 9am the next day. Its sweet when you need to wake up at 6+. Cool huh? I should be wasting that moment away. Anyway, spoils of war for 17 March... a bottle is missing, T-shirt freebies at Maison missing, vouchers missing, many thoughts to ponder. Some I would like to and many that I do not. Suffice to say I like waking up after going a little over tipsy. Some would frown over that statement but yeah, let me recollect my brain, and lets have a talk about it. Other thoughts just make me wonder... making me wish I had a wonderwall.. You know something like that mirror mirror on the wall, but its wonderwall cause you can't help but wonder at it as it explains to me the wonders of the wall I'd be staring like a stone at and sing "You're my wonderwall", courtesy of Oasis? they rock. definitely. The night passes and Im a year older *yay* I see glimpses of my youth passing away.. so fast... I need to do more *grinns at thinking what else I should do before looking at the bed* I have become one with the bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38893171-117432498393785446?l=knucklegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knucklegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/117432498393785446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38893171&amp;postID=117432498393785446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38893171/posts/default/117432498393785446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38893171/posts/default/117432498393785446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knucklegeek.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-twinked.html' title='I Twinked'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927695715742461784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38893171.post-117345436811464236</id><published>2007-03-09T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T07:33:00.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>knucklegeek (life thoughts to ponder)</title><content type='html'>who am I? I'm knucklegeek, a bored out-soon-to-be-scientist or legal drug dealer... maybe&lt;br /&gt;(Random thoughts for starters)&lt;br /&gt;Assignments and reports... hate it cuz it takes too much time to do it...&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out? Love it but too many limitations...&lt;br /&gt;What do I do? Stare into space wishing for world peace... like it will ever happen... maybe one day after amergedon...&lt;br /&gt;What I love? Anything that rocks... its rock hard&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong... I'm a shy guy&lt;br /&gt;But i like to meet new people, dance a bit... not that great anyway&lt;br /&gt;Am i a bookworm? I just got tired of writing this post...&lt;br /&gt;Why I write this? I forgot to plan out the night and freaking bored&lt;br /&gt;Rather be writing some fantasy story with some bad ass sword fighting and superhero powers... wished i still had my 'trained' england to write some nice stories. Prolly I should just draw out some z-class comic for past-time... maybe post it as jap if i knew jap and itll become a manga and make me money... rite.. enough crapping for the night&lt;br /&gt;Time to sign-out... peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38893171-117345436811464236?l=knucklegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knucklegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/117345436811464236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38893171&amp;postID=117345436811464236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38893171/posts/default/117345436811464236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38893171/posts/default/117345436811464236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knucklegeek.blogspot.com/2007/03/knucklegeek-life-thoughts-to-ponder.html' title='knucklegeek (life thoughts to ponder)'/><author><name>Philip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927695715742461784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
