<?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-6978514</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:23:35.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sympathy generator</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rippin</name><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>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-8947697070247113432</id><published>2007-02-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:51:33.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>byewhoreknuckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-8947697070247113432?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/8947697070247113432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/8947697070247113432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-2392634406595853003</id><published>2007-02-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:48:12.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>surprise thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was supposedly meant to be a full of joy accompanied by alcohol and loud thumping music together with ronger lohan and kai, turned out with me spending a quiet and pleasant thursday night alone in the comforts of home instead. ah ah hang on, pleasant came only after i unsuspectingly reached out for a black photo album.. [im thinking i should insert the graduation song here now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIGBr5rdxI/AAAAAAAAACk/MTPwaXfmQ4g/s1600-h/beautiful..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026586760133179154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIGBr5rdxI/AAAAAAAAACk/MTPwaXfmQ4g/s320/beautiful..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIGB75rdyI/AAAAAAAAACs/imVJ3-31VJc/s1600-h/e982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026586764428146466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIGB75rdyI/AAAAAAAAACs/imVJ3-31VJc/s320/e982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIGB75rdzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bBgRaT6Bnbw/s1600-h/flag+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026586764428146482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIGB75rdzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bBgRaT6Bnbw/s320/flag+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIGCL5rd0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/N7pIJ8eYurE/s1600-h/Image(242).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026586768723113794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIGCL5rd0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/N7pIJ8eYurE/s320/Image(242).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIGCL5rd1I/AAAAAAAAADE/z5HC1-6zdH0/s1600-h/P1013756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026586768723113810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIGCL5rd1I/AAAAAAAAADE/z5HC1-6zdH0/s320/P1013756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIWMb5rd6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/PQAn7Cq03hs/s1600-h/a47e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026604537002817442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIWMb5rd6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/PQAn7Cq03hs/s320/a47e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point is, differences and arguments aside, we were great and i do genuinely like you because you cared so much for me even when i tried pushing you away all the time. im telling you jill, this is destiny and you'll never be able to get rid of me even though we/i always threaten to. life from now on will surely be different without you by my side, take good care of yourself and learn to stop crying so much already fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIIL75rd3I/AAAAAAAAADU/HRuLa683DQk/s1600-h/P1013764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026589135250093938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIIL75rd3I/AAAAAAAAADU/HRuLa683DQk/s320/P1013764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert loud laughters, its okay dont be shy.] hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s be a good girl. i miss you too jill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-2392634406595853003?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/2392634406595853003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/2392634406595853003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2007/02/surprise-thursday-what-was-supposedly.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RcIGBr5rdxI/AAAAAAAAACk/MTPwaXfmQ4g/s72-c/beautiful..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-6866583025449663126</id><published>2007-01-25T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T14:07:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sharing every feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality loves crashing down into your face when u least need it. two or more years of constant battling with reality, i am finally giving in today. so much unspoken feelings of unjust, yet all that could be done was to swallow them in. we were at our peak, but all that is left for today are memories of yester-year to hold onto. i had it, we all've had it. so what you shithead, so what! the wounds that were made surfaced with a damn scar dont you understand. dont you ever, ever understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you, i hate you for drawing a close to it all and leaving so much pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joni mitchell- a case of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-6866583025449663126?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/6866583025449663126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/6866583025449663126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2007/01/sharing-every-feeling-reality-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-885810077556887274</id><published>2007-01-20T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:20:49.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>think the opposite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not because im busy but because i CHOOSE not to care. you, get this right! dont f*** me with your nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-885810077556887274?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/885810077556887274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/885810077556887274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2007/01/think-opposite-its-not-because-im-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-7706938920061961551</id><published>2007-01-16T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:48:13.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahmagawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i call double happiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RbBUds4EdTI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kl1ImVM69Xk/s1600-h/160120071319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021606453757375794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RbBUds4EdTI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kl1ImVM69Xk/s320/160120071319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;package no. one: my bday present from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RbBUd84EdUI/AAAAAAAAACU/k73TO5raPso/s1600-h/160120071322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021606458052343106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RbBUd84EdUI/AAAAAAAAACU/k73TO5raPso/s320/160120071322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;package no. two: a totally unprepared for and unexpected gift from rong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am flying straight to the dvd player now and back to the computer later when im done with peewee. sincerest thanks to you rong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* amendment, many thanks to rong and lins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-7706938920061961551?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/7706938920061961551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/7706938920061961551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2007/01/ahmagawd_16.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RbBUds4EdTI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kl1ImVM69Xk/s72-c/160120071319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-4286377993286898139</id><published>2007-01-15T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:48:13.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>close contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last of the papers didnt end on a good note for me, unfortunately. but i was soon distracted by grieve the moment i saw lee and gwen and spent the night with them chowing down unlimited food and drinks in what i call, LEE'S IGLOO. that moron has a freaking dysfunctional aircon in her room. next boot camp in june, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/Rat-Ss4EdOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iiuwolGQsSs/s1600-h/DSCF1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020245069383628002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/Rat-Ss4EdOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iiuwolGQsSs/s320/DSCF1975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/Rat-Ss4EdPI/AAAAAAAAABE/4ukJULOjCNY/s1600-h/DSCF1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020245069383628018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/Rat-Ss4EdPI/AAAAAAAAABE/4ukJULOjCNY/s320/DSCF1963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, your first and last time seeing me in anything girly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night, i was consumed by rage and disgust while shopping with mummy in a shopping mall at about closing time [imagine how quiet the mall was by then already]. i was alone at a corner browsing through some stuff when i suddenly felt someone creep right behind me, whispering in chinese "miss, can u let me cross over." i turned around immediately when i felt the warmth of his breath and body right behind mine. then right after, [knowing how much im not a fan of 'intimate' contact with anyone] you can only imagine what a fireball i was already. WHY THE HELL WOULD ANYONE DO THAT! whatever that sick guy did, &lt;strong&gt;killed&lt;/strong&gt; me. that disgust i felt from every part of myself is the most impeccable feeling ever in this 19years of my life. i still feel sick all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-4286377993286898139?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/4286377993286898139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/4286377993286898139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2007/01/close-contact-last-of-papers-didnt-end.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/Rat-Ss4EdOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iiuwolGQsSs/s72-c/DSCF1975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-3694708146952094116</id><published>2006-12-29T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:48:13.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night of 22nd dec was filled with so much laughter as my good ol mates and i gathered to spent our very much needed time together. i bet half of the people who came never laughed and spoke so much for as long as i hadnt. i have to say, the most rewarding thing about this is knowing that you have a bunch of nuts you can go back to amidst the chaos in life. many thanks ma niggas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gwen, i hope you enjoyed every part of it yo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RZQE9IuBdlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Rp9SsRXoPIA/s1600-h/CIMG0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RZQE9IuBdlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Rp9SsRXoPIA/s320/CIMG0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013637733529253458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usual siao langs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RZQE9ouBdmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/abRwqxVK0Xc/s1600-h/CIMG0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RZQE9ouBdmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/abRwqxVK0Xc/s320/CIMG0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013637742119188066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont photograph very well, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RZQE94uBdnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sfdA60YI9dg/s1600-h/CIMG0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RZQE94uBdnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sfdA60YI9dg/s320/CIMG0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013637746414155378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she is.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-3694708146952094116?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/3694708146952094116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/3694708146952094116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-celebrated.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RZQE9IuBdlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Rp9SsRXoPIA/s72-c/CIMG0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-1096075476010424952</id><published>2006-12-20T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:52:36.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>extraextra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the two most disgusting photos resting in my phone now and i dont even dare to open up my gallery to delete them. this is damn embarrassing. i took photos of the most sick toilet bowls in school wanting to post them up. but ima wuss to even look at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is around the corner and i feel like the most stressed out living person ever. there are people to meet up with, families to have dinner with, presents to buy [not like ive bought any except one for myself], school to attend AND exams to study for. hair at every part of my body will freeze and drop out as sticks anytime soon seriously. talking about that, the fame of paul twohill has brought me much misery and im going to snip them off tomorrow. that sonuvabitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the start of this week was a sad one thinking about not being able to see my two homiez forevaz after our final term exam [it means we are going to graduate from diploma already]. then this impatient student programme consultant came into class today, spoke to us about advancing and made me feel da love again when baochu and jill decided to not take a break and carry on schooling with me. hehe. okay thats all. spoke too much. merry early xmas to whoever's reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-1096075476010424952?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/1096075476010424952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/1096075476010424952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/12/extraextra-i-have-two-most-disgusting.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-6968913319734812902</id><published>2006-12-15T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:42:45.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damn it. life is sucha bore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List ten things you want to say to ten random people, but you know you never will say these things to them. Dont say who the comment is meant for, and use people only once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. its so hard to look at you and pretend i dont know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. you were such a strong figure when i was younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i dont like it that everyone else is at your place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. you, just plain disapointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i havent let my guard down when im around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i'd buy a house and live with you if i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i struggle to find something to say to you, but i try all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. you deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. its disusting that ure the same even after 5 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i never felt lousy treating you the way i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-6968913319734812902?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/6968913319734812902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/6968913319734812902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/12/crack-god-damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-8468737539817918139</id><published>2006-12-10T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:05:53.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trauma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;grandma fell into deep coma from an almost absurd accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;witness the extremes of her heartrate and most devastatingly, her passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so much unspoken grieve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-8468737539817918139?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/8468737539817918139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/8468737539817918139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/12/trauma-saturday-grandma-fell-into-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-1768950540472405564</id><published>2006-12-08T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:48:14.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;void off human contact; i hardly understand why i do this. the first week of december is coming to an end in two days and here i am, sitting in awe struggling to piece the fact that i have yet to meet anyone [out of school] for well over a month or more. weird, i honestly feel like im stuck in feb2006. i was so jolly back then.&lt;br /&gt;.. sometimes i frighten myself for being so mysterious too ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. IM JUST LEFT WITH 2 OTHER PROJECTS AND IM DONE. mmm, okay not exactly theres still exams to study for during christmas. heck, wait for me ma peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RXkn-eQx5XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xKGU1P_6Xa8/s1600-h/061220061158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006076415027832178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RXkn-eQx5XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xKGU1P_6Xa8/s320/061220061158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. looks better at the end of the winding road&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-1768950540472405564?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/1768950540472405564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/1768950540472405564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/12/slow-down-void-off-human-contact-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjQ_Bxr3oTU/RXkn-eQx5XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xKGU1P_6Xa8/s72-c/061220061158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-3297666602822511672</id><published>2006-12-01T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T19:45:21.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before we hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you lay on my arms and move so close to me&lt;br /&gt;why do you do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. what about your girlfriend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-3297666602822511672?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/3297666602822511672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/3297666602822511672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/12/before-we-hit-ground-why-do-you-lay-on.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-6694755714265645051</id><published>2006-11-24T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T20:09:01.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>get that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you know what i wish i could do now. &lt;br /&gt;i wish i could shrug off and go "ah whatever" as well. &lt;br /&gt;then stay off this bloody seat for good and have some proper rest like humans should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is never going to be possible because nothing is going right. &lt;br /&gt;"ah whatever", i can and will Never bring myself to say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-6694755714265645051?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/6694755714265645051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/6694755714265645051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/11/get-that.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-4579149792006808456</id><published>2006-11-22T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:19:06.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shutyourbloodymouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when you've witness so much over a night&lt;br /&gt;..its best to pretend they were non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life'd probably move on alittle easier like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this, the art of feign ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-4579149792006808456?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/4579149792006808456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/4579149792006808456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/11/shutyourbloodymouth-sometimes-when.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-6758685619147454099</id><published>2006-11-13T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:20:14.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sadphatgal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the smartass who experimented and came out with the wide variety of food we have now? WHO! because i'd honestly be happy to stick with tapioca and oats everyday. the menu in restaurants would have "oats and grass for our soup of the day" or "top grade grilled tapioca from the fields of France, very yummy its a must try" kinda stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause u know, life would be GRAND. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything would be all about grass, oats and tapioca. or if u were daring enough u could try eating those butterflies and randomly picking up ants from the roadside as snacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wouldnt be a SAD-PHAT-GAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if people could invent cream for anti-aging, then step it up and start coming out with pills that'll shrink my tits and burn 'em fats, yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-6758685619147454099?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/6758685619147454099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/6758685619147454099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/11/sadphatgal.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-8789209145166215453</id><published>2006-11-08T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:41:38.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watch you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;released those years of pain and we finally came to this point, at a standstill. the impact you have and had on me, they're still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never could decide if the anger you left behind with me were anger of love or anger of discontent. any of which, i firmly chose to disregard over the years. i believe laying deep in the boxes somewhere resides the letters and postcards you once left me. they werent fancy with colours, they were just enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it possible that no one has the ability to leave the same mark on me as you had and always have. what is this exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;questions need answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-8789209145166215453?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/8789209145166215453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/8789209145166215453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/11/watch-you-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-5544834802894015376</id><published>2006-11-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:52:40.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anything but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7122/851/1600/live%20to%20work-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7122/851/320/live%20to%20work-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh life. knowing who i am, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; actually not upset about the results. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better if 'children and puppies' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;werent&lt;/span&gt; in the description. this movie looks solid only because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Russell&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;rowe&lt;/span&gt; is the lead in the film. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ashamed&lt;/span&gt; to admit that he is my personal favourite. this guy equals no joke, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-5544834802894015376?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/5544834802894015376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/5544834802894015376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/11/anything-but-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-8769061030016770448</id><published>2006-11-02T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:01:05.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>take the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for you Gwen, to all that you are feeling and crying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7122/851/1600/15062006690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7122/851/320/15062006690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, good times! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-8769061030016770448?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/8769061030016770448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/8769061030016770448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/11/take-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-3304767863465445577</id><published>2006-11-01T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:32:37.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the human mind is the most powerful mechanism ever created.' i first grasp this idea at the age of eight, when i was introduced to the wonders of manipulation. and then it struck me again when i was fifteen, pinned down on life against all odds. why do you, yes you, underestimate the power over what you can control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the words of a friend "..i nearly killed myself and i know you dont care". what sickens me is the fact that ive watched how you stuck yourself through this 'painstaking process' [as you may say] and know what you have control over, but yet you choose to lie there hopelessly and get bruised over and over again. you know what sickens me even more is the fact that you denied what you could and can control over your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;, because i am finally silent. for all i can do is to hopelessly watch you fall inorder to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-3304767863465445577?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/3304767863465445577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/3304767863465445577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/11/come-around.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-3274518529786371335</id><published>2006-10-21T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:21:22.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as controversial as it is, i am starting to not like the idea of foreigners living in the country. obviously not referring to those who are an asset to the society. we welcome them with all our heart. they are the ones who will help the progress of this nation. rather, i am speaking about the ones who turn out to be a liability. the ones who spit, contribute to the noise pollution in our fine city and not forgetting the ones who cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking a ride home on the public transport, i cant help but to feel this strong feeling of an invasion of space i never used to feel. studying in a school where the foreigners seem to have taken over the majority of the student population, i am now fully aware and in-tune of their ethics. their lousy and abhorrent manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of you would blame me for being blatant if you have been in the environment that i have for close to a year now, and.. having experienced a cheat case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what adds on to this feeling of unjust is that the authorities seem to be so oblivion to this mini but growing distaste among the locals. but i guess for as long as the government decides to continue the leniency of foreign entries, there is nothing we can do but to painfully oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont misinterpret me. my outrage is provoked very simply because it seems like this land i live in is slowly and certainly absorbing in their bullshit, almost like as if we are moving backwards rather than striving for a better everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live in a city where the government is constantly boosting our standard of living. if you live in the heartlands, you will probably be sicken to notice how the environment is covered with filth, whether physically, verbally or subconsioucly. as stupid as this sounds, the sense of belonging i once felt for my country is slowly being ripped off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, something to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7122/851/1600/P1010237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7122/851/320/P1010237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golden girls plus fatface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7122/851/1600/19102006758.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7122/851/320/19102006758.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, nehneh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-3274518529786371335?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/3274518529786371335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/3274518529786371335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-9180827511552684614</id><published>2006-10-12T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:37:11.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive got the blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonights pretty windy. &lt;br /&gt;tonights got me feeling pretty blue. &lt;br /&gt;as much as i dont wish for the night to end,&lt;br /&gt;i'd love for tomorrow to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one more to go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-9180827511552684614?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/9180827511552684614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/9180827511552684614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-got-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115994646754147479</id><published>2006-10-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:29:29.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7122/851/1600/04102006678.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7122/851/320/04102006678.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7122/851/1600/fashionchicagosocialjuly06f.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7122/851/320/fashionchicagosocialjuly06f.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this man, leaves me in a bloody love coma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115994646754147479?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115994646754147479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115994646754147479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-this-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115936455291563729</id><published>2006-09-27T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:55:29.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what do u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u know i am a girl? i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;i was told i am a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u know i had a cannibalistic pirahna? i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was harmless little adorable redbelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u know men needs love? i didnt. &lt;br /&gt;but i know it was lust they were referring to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u know im eighteen? i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was fifty-eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u know Many fail their basic as well? i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;i was told i am the only fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u know there actually is a polite soul in my school who isnt local? i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;but i know for sure i cant walk around school with a new pair of shoe because every single one of THEM spits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u know how stupid this is? I DO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115936455291563729?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115936455291563729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115936455291563729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-do-u-know.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115900733401950871</id><published>2006-09-23T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:28:54.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the things i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the entire year keeping my hair long. &lt;br /&gt;implulse; i chopped it it all off yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;now this gives me another reason to hibernate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..argh you stupid stupid STUPID girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115900733401950871?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115900733401950871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115900733401950871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115838392967149528</id><published>2006-09-16T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T13:22:09.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took some time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/DSCF0778.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/DSCF0778.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear friend and the very ugly and tired i. lets make a deal; u are not allowed to die before me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115838392967149528?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115838392967149528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115838392967149528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/09/took-some-time-off.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115806510219452778</id><published>2006-09-12T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:04:54.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ingrid turns eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..the first and only person i ever bothered to pamper and shower gifts with. that moron. my dear friends if you are reading this, feel happy with/for me that i am finally over her. argh. gone. nothing. moved on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------- moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingrid-o turns eighteen. we planned a mini surprise party for her. all in all, fantabuloustic fun. mission accomplished gwen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/ingrid%20bday%20one.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/ingrid%20bday%20one.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would we do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/ingrid%20bday%20two.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/ingrid%20bday%20two.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you had fun sam ingrido chin xiuwen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115806510219452778?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115806510219452778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115806510219452778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/09/ingrid-turns-eighteen.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115754591066027969</id><published>2006-09-06T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:31:50.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another piece backs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should reach into my inner senses and feel a tinge of sadness that i no longer have anything substantial to speak about on my site. then again, it feels like the older i get the less i wish to speak or share about anything at all; the more my verbal willingness declines, the better i am with my non-verbal skills. strange but true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i have no chance to blame the bad fluctuating weather [since its already getting better] for my terrible flu, i now push the blame to the extreme temperatures of my classroom. step into my class for the first minute and you'll beg for a heater to be placed a cm away from you. discreetly push the buttons on the remote and you'll witness a mini-mini-verbal-negotiation/fight the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst, whats worst is if you're the one sitting directly under the air-conditioner going through the rapid temperature changes for the entire time/day/class. frustrating but very true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..my class is an igloo and a mudhouse at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s steve-o irwin, you'll be greatly hugely missed by me [understatement]. damn, i loved you even before i did for simon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115754591066027969?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115754591066027969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115754591066027969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-piece-backs-away.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115684425123062308</id><published>2006-08-29T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:36:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from the-tw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me keep this simple. it basically just feels very much like a blast from the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------- cut. i did this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Priss&lt;br /&gt;Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. You're choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady &amp; long-term. And soothing."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS AVOID: The Playboy, The Loverboy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSIDER: The Manchild &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Manchild! HAHAHAHA. who is the manchild? anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115684425123062308?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115684425123062308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115684425123062308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-from-tw.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115605920875461552</id><published>2006-08-20T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:33:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew the year wouldnt be easy to get by &lt;br /&gt;because i dont fit in well and fast&lt;br /&gt;i knew how hard it would be &lt;br /&gt;especially since lessons come and go&lt;br /&gt;i knew how upsetting it'll get &lt;br /&gt;to go home with an empty seat next to me&lt;br /&gt;and i knew how displeased i would grow&lt;br /&gt;because i hated the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you made everyday easier to get by. &lt;br /&gt;we just bonded, dont leave just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115605920875461552?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115605920875461552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115605920875461552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/08/these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115538878054527934</id><published>2006-08-12T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:28:27.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i truly am indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   in a little while from now &lt;br /&gt;   if I'm not feeling any less sour &lt;br /&gt;   i promise to treat myself &lt;br /&gt;   and visit a nearby tower &lt;br /&gt;   and climbing to the top will throw myself off &lt;br /&gt;   in an effort to make it clear to whoever &lt;br /&gt;   what it's like when you're shattered &lt;br /&gt;   left standing in the lurch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   to think that only yesterday &lt;br /&gt;   i was cheerful, bright and gay &lt;br /&gt;   looking forward to, who wouldn't do? &lt;br /&gt;   the role I was about to play? &lt;br /&gt;   but as if to knock me down &lt;br /&gt;   reality came around &lt;br /&gt;   and without so much as a mere touch &lt;br /&gt;   cut me into little pieces &lt;br /&gt;   leaving me to doubt &lt;br /&gt;   why did He desert me? &lt;br /&gt;   in my hour of need &lt;br /&gt;   i truly am indeed &lt;br /&gt;   alone again, naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ..in a little while from now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115538878054527934?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115538878054527934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115538878054527934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-truly-am-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115518256366686519</id><published>2006-08-10T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:20:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nationalday this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/nationalday2006.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/nationalday2006.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view most of you had at the bottom, i had it right infront of my eyes. seriously, like a mini explosion at your face. now this is an event i never will forget. how could you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115518256366686519?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115518256366686519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115518256366686519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/08/nationalday-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115493820506012950</id><published>2006-08-07T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:20:12.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, no okay rewind. ever since i started school this year [i am sure i speak for every s'porean in mdis] what started off as an amusement became a disturbance to us. very vaguely, from whisper-farts [i'd like to call it] while peeing to no flushing then to blood stains on the floor and toilet seats all over the cubicles, is just the ice-ing on the cake mind you. we live in singapore, a country constantly changing and moving forward for the better. whenever i step into my school, i cant help but to feel like ive gone a thousand years backward. even if you do not care about the other toilet users, give a thought for the cleaners! bloody nincompoops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been pretty damn occupied with the ever increasing amount of workload and activities i took on. the answer to people who've been questioning my existance, i merely took on a ride with satan to hell and back only. no need for the panic. oh yes, yesterday marked the last day of vintage vantage orders. to those who didnt give us your order this time around, wait for just another 10years before we do the next badge. as for now, i am gonna carry on with the work i left off which somehow ceases to deplete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. have a good day you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s watching boston legal always ends my week on a good note, but this stupid idiot was too tired to catch it yesterday night! i is sad gerger now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115493820506012950?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115493820506012950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115493820506012950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/08/been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115424538294781304</id><published>2006-07-30T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:07:25.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE TAKING IN THE 2ND BATCH OF VINTAGEVANTAGE TEES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, we were caught up in a VV frenzy, frantically taking pictures for the upcoming new batch of VV orders! i gotta tell you, i got one of those shirts and they are comfortable as hell. let me give u a word for it, SOFT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a peek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/happyd2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/happyd2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gringos. i really do own the shirt im wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/happyd4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/happyd4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pants are tight-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want one those to-die-for-shirts, &lt;a href="http://www.vintagevantage.com/originals.php?category_id=2"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to check out their site and place your orders with moi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time around, one tee cost S$38inclusive of shipping. now we are weaving off the shipping cost for you guys, S$32. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeleen@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;96883113.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s we'll be taking in the last orders on the SIXTHofAUG. hurryhurry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115424538294781304?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115424538294781304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115424538294781304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-do-too.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115397237639343699</id><published>2006-07-27T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:01:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because no one was honest whenever i brought up the question, i am now left feeling ashame of myself and my fatface. this is how evil people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/26072006325.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/26072006325.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ohmygod fat and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/26072006320.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/26072006320.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this chimp and that girl who never feels guilty being late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay two pictures are enough [to feed your pair of eyes]! i can no longer look at myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115397237639343699?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115397237639343699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115397237639343699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/07/everyone-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115349397515700532</id><published>2006-07-21T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T11:36:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when im cold inside.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this is pure joy with no agenda at all. this is pure joy with no need to worry about being judge. this is pure joy at its best. this is pure joy with people u know will not turn against you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really is joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115349397515700532?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115349397515700532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115349397515700532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-im-cold-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115313558074771690</id><published>2006-07-17T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:26:20.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the krunk outdoor party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st sept! Youth Empire presents an OUTDOOR PARTY! 'The KRUNK Market' @ Tanjong Beach Sentosa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st LARGEST, over 100 stalls FLAMBOYANT and FACINATING midnight market along side with Krunk R&amp;B Beach Party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting surprise performances - The Flesh Parade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the same people who brought you VAUNT @ MoS! this is going to be a bigger&lt;br /&gt;event with more space to dance, more people to get to know and more things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm - 6am&lt;br /&gt;16 years and above, non alcoholic and alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20 presale includes 1 drink+island entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're interested in renting a stall, RSVP for space. $70 deposite, $40 refunded on the day itself. the best decorated stall will win 2 TICKETS TO NEW YORK! each store will be 2 metres by 2 metres. you will be able to sell any products or services in the bazaar, in fact you are encouraged to come up with unique and provocative ideas! second-hand vintage goods, food, hair services (braiding, hair spray etc.) or even interesting game stalls like beer punk, kissing/stripping booth, arm wrestling, condom blowing or whatever creative game ideas you can think of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if you are able to do tarrot cards readings, do&lt;br /&gt;hardo gay or miss swan impersonations, provide&lt;br /&gt;make-overs; or any other interesting concepts, we&lt;br /&gt;need you to spice up our event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING your PETS, BIKINIS, LIGHT STICKS and FRIENDS. its going to be one wild night to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contact me for more details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interested to set up a stall or help us sell tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeleen.s@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;96883113&lt;br /&gt;jellynaeb@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;91818993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youthempire.com&lt;br /&gt;"provoke, not promote"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115313558074771690?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115313558074771690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115313558074771690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/07/krunk-outdoor-party.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115210072619342024</id><published>2006-07-05T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:37:12.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. no, wasnt on hiatus. just didnt want to speak. [not like anyone reads whoreknuckles.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it that my eldest and i are communicating more. i think she amuses me. i really do think that. for one, shes twentyfive [years old] living in a fortyfive's body. then, shes twentyfive living in a three year old's. strange. really strange. but i like strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how ive been living each day. feels like im living in a trance. talking to gwen almost every living-trance-day feels nice. nice because i feel how the friendship turns stronger everytime i hear her. if ure reading this, HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/29062006122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/29062006122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRINGOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a book, a book i think may be too smart for me to read. no really. i feel stupid-er ever since i left PL. so stupid im afraid id be struck with amnesia in no time at all. if ure a friend, please ring me up to check if i can still spell my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know why singaporeans are such grumpy and unfriendly fools. turn to the sky and point to it. yes, theres the culprit for you. the weather in singapore is only fit for camels. newyork, i will visit u oneday someday. wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/24112005(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/24112005%28007%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you yes you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boston legal addiction is still on everybody / [if its just one person reading this] body. have u grabbed those dvds off the shelf for moi? if u have, you're my new bestfriend [pendant un jour]! heehee merci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/Boston-Legal-cast_426x306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/Boston-Legal-cast_426x306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly.. its not always peach and cream and honey. let it rain and let it pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115210072619342024?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115210072619342024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115210072619342024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115123949617754772</id><published>2006-06-25T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:19:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>newyork newyork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like looking forward to the future. [like may be an understatement here] infact i believe its starting to eat up the way my entire brain works. soon, im telling you i'll be warded in with the mental due to this. so if u havent met me personally or if you already have, please dont be taken aback when i bombard u with questions about what u wanna do with your life, your future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s they say what u listen [music] to is who you are, then it really makes me wonder with the type of music i listen to, how issit im not the least bit like a romantic at all? strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may i add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im an out-loud-no-shame boston legal addict. i cant live without my weekly dose of it. i dream of it, i pee thinking of it. if anyone'll just buy me both season's dvd, i'll marry you or be your pet. your call. just, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/phase1205.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/phase1205.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how silly of you eileen.s!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115123949617754772?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115123949617754772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115123949617754772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/06/newyork-newyork.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115079288248962302</id><published>2006-06-20T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:17:52.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think im suffering from withdrawal. zoozoo withdrawal. zoozoo was my bestfriend for a week. we played, slept and ate together. now that zoozoo is no longer here, life feels like shit. Jill, pleasee find zoozoo back!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is wrong today. for one, zoozoo is not here with me. class was cancelled. the escalator was under repair, we had to climb up that flight of stairs twice. i think a volcano is ready to erupt in my throat. we got asked for a photo in school and i looked like a smashed onion. oh talk about onion, i was peeling them off my smoked salmon sandwich and now my fingers smells like body odour. i never knew they stink like that! and lastly, zoozoo isnt here with me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/badday-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/badday-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/e%20s%20j-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/e%20s%20j-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the new way of taking photos, everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115079288248962302?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115079288248962302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115079288248962302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/06/bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-115046901497831256</id><published>2006-06-16T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:52:07.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/15june06-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/15june06-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with mad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/unglamlikehell-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/unglamlikehell-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting our best to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/siao-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/siao-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/sentosa-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/sentosa-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip to sentosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-115046901497831256?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115046901497831256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/115046901497831256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/06/they-are-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114992453719145072</id><published>2006-06-10T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T18:12:42.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>send in the clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its pathetic. pathetic to have a class of 90 students drop till a mere 25 yesterday. strange. strange, those people. nonetheless, BH and i had fun in class. i think im starting to warm up to her. warm up here meaning starting my infamous-irritating-antics. eeehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i took a bus down to town. a bus ride which only took 15mins. ahh see, the only thing im glad about the location of my school. anyway to be frank, life now is basically dull boring extremely monotonous and pretty uninspiring. BUT yesterday was something else. it was WOOHOO[!] GOODDAY WORLD. for once in six months, i spent the day well. too well infact and i'll tell you why. i thought i fell sick at the end of the night due to over exhustion from meeting them because those two idiots made me laugh my 'steamed breast' off from start till end[from the words of gwen]. anyway, its actually just my tired body screaming for me to 'please have some rest' [i literally havent been sleeping due to work]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TWO DO WONDERS TO ME, i must be suffering from withdrawal the past six months. ahhhh.. isnt it bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/SIAOLANGS.-001.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/SIAOLANGS.-001.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/SIAOLANGS2.-001.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/SIAOLANGS2.-001.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/SIAOLANGS3.-001.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/SIAOLANGS3.-001.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/SIAOLANGS4.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/SIAOLANGS4.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISNT IT BLISS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114992453719145072?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114992453719145072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114992453719145072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/06/send-in-clowns.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114930799023895855</id><published>2006-06-03T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T12:19:39.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may have grown tired of doing this. this, meaning posting entries. thats excuse number one. i may have grown duller by the day. thats excuse number two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now whats certainly not an excuse is that school is sucking up every bit of energy left in me. the new term's modules may sound alot more interesting, but trust me, interesting ran away and back came humdrum. the possibility of going to class everyday and not thinking of leaving the premises of school halfway is, MINUS one zillion. school is drearyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/mdis..-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/mdis..-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dull.. boring.. ohh vhatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114930799023895855?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114930799023895855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114930799023895855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/06/big-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114904584345348891</id><published>2006-05-31T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:26:11.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear Gwen, more than anyone your presence has been greatly missed by me. i sent you a letter. please call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s joni mitchell is playing, do you feel me? i think i really miss you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114904584345348891?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114904584345348891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114904584345348891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114879023955807010</id><published>2006-05-28T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:41:13.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD TO SEE YOU GIRLS AGAIN. UNTIL THE NEXT TIME, HERES FOR YOU-HOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/dayout.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/dayout.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeleen, weesia, wellerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s password no more. you people are getting wayy to i.t savy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114879023955807010?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114879023955807010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114879023955807010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-out.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114767664603263114</id><published>2006-05-15T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:51:01.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>advertise advertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 14th of may sunday, we brought mother out for lunch and ate a whole damn lot. if you have a love for paranakan food, please visit IVINS. my family have been dining there ever since i could chew on rice. every single time i go back to ivins, nostalgia hits me real hard in my face. that place stays unchanged, the food, the fork, spoon, plates, everything damn thing. talk about good authentic food, ivins the place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/ivins.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/ivins.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivins, you are to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------ cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i first saw this video years ago on the teevo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FbVVBbCcvrg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FbVVBbCcvrg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im warning you if ure gonna get any sexier, i'll start stalking you, robert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114767664603263114?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114767664603263114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114767664603263114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/05/advertise-advertise.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114728868814266056</id><published>2006-05-11T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T03:20:52.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>three a.m &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at three a.m in the morning, thats when we go insane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------- here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Word/Phrase Survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Yourself: obscure, probably.&lt;br /&gt;02. Your favorite crush: non-existant.&lt;br /&gt;03. Your Hair: black.&lt;br /&gt;04. Your Mother: too talkative.&lt;br /&gt;05. Your Father: quiet as hell.&lt;br /&gt;06. Your brother: parents didnt produce any.&lt;br /&gt;07. Your grandma n grandpa: adorable.&lt;br /&gt;08. Your Favorite Item: money.&lt;br /&gt;09. Your Dream Last Night: meant nothing.&lt;br /&gt;10. Your Dream Home: a pent house.&lt;br /&gt;11. Your Pet(s): ..may the lord be with them.&lt;br /&gt;12. Who You Are with Now: no one.&lt;br /&gt;13. Who You Want to be with in Ten Years: eileen that soh.&lt;br /&gt;14. What You Want to be in Ten Years: a somebody.&lt;br /&gt;15. What You're Not: social buttefly.&lt;br /&gt;16. Your Best Friend: bestfriend?&lt;br /&gt;17. One of Your Wish list Items: money money moneyy.&lt;br /&gt;18. Your Gender: puss wuss.&lt;br /&gt;19. The Last Thing You Did: spoke to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;20. What You Are Wearing: enough to cover my tits.&lt;br /&gt;21. Your Favorite Weather: when theres thunder.&lt;br /&gt;22. Your Favorite Book: i dont do favourites.&lt;br /&gt;23. The Last Thing You Ate: ten bloody sticks of satay.&lt;br /&gt;24. Your Life: life gone dull.&lt;br /&gt;25. Your Mood: not interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114728868814266056?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114728868814266056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114728868814266056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/05/three.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114715363473047459</id><published>2006-05-09T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:55:30.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother's back.&lt;br /&gt;mother's back from a week half trip to shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;mother bought me a couple of stuff and a dozen of panties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother oh mother..&lt;br /&gt;mother's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i finally solved you as a whole. there isnt many memeories im comfortable to keep. all those answers, they sound the same. do u remember what u said? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you.. bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114715363473047459?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114715363473047459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114715363473047459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/05/shes-home.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114672615881835926</id><published>2006-05-04T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:06:48.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we got photographed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the last of our marketing class, that is if we all pass the exam. argh. heres to mr CCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/schoola2-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/schoola2-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got photographed. eeehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/mdis2-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/mdis2-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schoola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114672615881835926?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114672615881835926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114672615881835926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-got-photographed.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114666325206869496</id><published>2006-05-03T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:42:30.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was a very good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plushtoy. says: [g]&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;plushtoy. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll like to see U naked&lt;br /&gt;plushtoy. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;dear mrs robinson. says: [myself]&lt;br /&gt;okay. well, i'll like to see YOU naked AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;dear mrs robinson. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back to me. only u say things like this to me. come back. please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114666325206869496?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114666325206869496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114666325206869496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-very-good-year.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114646496040656413</id><published>2006-05-01T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T15:06:34.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>part five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/30042006258.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/30042006258.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier in the day, doubleyou-eye-end-eee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday evening, i met up with T aka stripe idiot. though the night was freaking short, i have to say i had fun with you man dood. lets do it again lets do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/stripe%20partfive-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/stripe%20partfive-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg what a night. from tasting escargot to treating ourselves with alcohol at the balcony. what a bloody night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/stripe%20partfive2.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/stripe%20partfive2.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeehee. thank god for part five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/30042006283.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/30042006283.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can u not laugh at this! a japanese direct translation i'd like to believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114646496040656413?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114646496040656413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114646496040656413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/05/part-five.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114632238816570957</id><published>2006-04-29T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:01:59.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daddy said wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/29042006250.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/29042006250.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, shopping at town with the idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/29042006256.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/29042006256.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at night, holland village for some baileys baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, dvd-ing+wine session with the same idiots.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, dinner with the stripe idiot [hahaha].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114632238816570957?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114632238816570957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114632238816570957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/04/daddy-said-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114624493183228707</id><published>2006-04-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:05:28.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had my share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, life got dull.&lt;br /&gt;today, life got miserably painful.&lt;br /&gt;today, life then regained its form.&lt;br /&gt;today, life got interesting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, life is one hellava roller-coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;today, i thought of what needs to be thought about.&lt;br /&gt;today, i dont wish for tomorrow to be today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i may never forsee it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114624493183228707?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114624493183228707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114624493183228707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/04/had-my-share.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114603615125271464</id><published>2006-04-26T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T15:27:52.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygod its wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill time. i mean literally, murder it. its hard to believe that im actually into my third week of school already. what makes it more unbelievable is that come friday, i will be sitting for my first marketing test. OH MY GOD. kill time. murder it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/26042006219.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/26042006219.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres 1/120120120120 of mdis for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114603615125271464?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114603615125271464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114603615125271464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/04/ohmygod-its-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114576826304442608</id><published>2006-04-23T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:09:02.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the wishing wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after days and days of planning and disagreements, we finally settled and brought the plan to live yesterday. im telling you sneaking never felt more fun, we behaved like 7year olds giggling our way up her place. [i seriously think ive lost my zest for 'storytelling', so im just gonna allow the pictures to work its magic.] valerie tan ying ying, i hope u had the shock out of your life in your pj's yesterday. happy early 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/val%2018th%201.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/val%2018th%201.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/val%2018th%202.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/val%2018th%202.-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.=) my decade long friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..well mission accomplished. woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114576826304442608?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114576826304442608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114576826304442608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/04/wishing-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114536450385441235</id><published>2006-04-18T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:04:42.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>schoola. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/mdis..jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/mdis..jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new routine is exhusting the worms out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/18042006198.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/18042006198.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and URGH MY PACKAGE FROM AMERICA IS HERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114536450385441235?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114536450385441235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114536450385441235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/04/schoola.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114510163349224180</id><published>2006-04-15T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T19:47:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>czxdfghjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fever-ing. ive never felt so afraid to be sick. then when u think about it, if are a mdis student struggling to not slip back to your old disgusting habits, u have every reason to be frightened. oh and mainly because miss anna oh [some class lady in charge of us] said this "yew must hab at least 90% attendance. tha mean onni one day of absence. if not u hab to retake your course and will nnah be proted. got tit? [roll eyes all over her tiny body]" GASP. CLEAR, CLEAR. do u feel me now, dawg! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s no typo error in the dialouge, thats how miss anna oh speaks. can u figure? funny like dog's shit. hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114510163349224180?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114510163349224180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114510163349224180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/04/czxdfghjk.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114485018366487851</id><published>2006-04-12T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:56:23.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the irritating entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its this time of the year again, yes the time of the year i really hate. i call it, the creepy crawlies annual meeting. not only are there an increasing amount of moths/butterflies/baby flies/fly/everything-that-flies around, lizards are terrorizing our land like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, while i was talking over the phone with f, i had to pause and direct my attention to this big male-looking lizard at my balcony. that bloody lizard was so intimidating it was like as if i was confronting a crocodile! holly molly jolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at night in the bathroom getting ready to take a shower, i spot a bloody lizard just right above me. i shouted at the top of my lungs while i was battling to stay off that THING! it kept coming toward me at like at 200km/h, and i was hopping around and shouting like an idiot. ohmygod, that was by far my closest encounter with a lizard, thank god i was sane enough to not run out the bathroom naked. DONT U JUST HATE THEM! my goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s whatever it is this bullshit ure doing, im starting to get really bored with it. come up with something new, a better destruction plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114485018366487851?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114485018366487851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114485018366487851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/04/irritating-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114466189351204448</id><published>2006-04-10T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:43:04.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygod its monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like carrying heavy schoolbags they give me a pain-in-the-ass-headache. so heres my little entry for ohmygod its monday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journey there:&lt;/strong&gt; nothing sucks in the morning more than having inconsiderate idiots blasting their mp3s with chinese rap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morning:&lt;/strong&gt; breakfast with j at the coffeeshop. why did i drink hot milo? im not a hot milo person. why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;class:&lt;/strong&gt; honestly, im not able to comprehend what class was like. hahah. [asshole]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my lecturer [mr m.]:&lt;/strong&gt; really arrogent, really serious, really smart, funny and speaks with a slight fit [hahahahaha]. ah, but he's okay. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i really like Shakira's new song 'Hips dont lie'. but seriously, what does 'my hips dont lie' means??? i really have no idea at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114466189351204448?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114466189351204448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114466189351204448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/04/ohmygod-its-monday-i-dont-like.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114442376791567416</id><published>2006-04-07T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:40:36.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>universe and u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i made yet another attempt to meet up with gwen and ingrid [heehee]. i seriously dont remember having so much fun ever since school. those two are really something. i guess what you havent realised is that everytime we meet, my heart grows fonder for the both of you. and gwen, my thank yous for u will really never end. so once again, thank you for being the most sincere individual ever in my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/06042006142.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/06042006142.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo!&lt;br /&gt;guess who showed up infront of my house with KT's.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much alicia tan chee chee! &lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. thank YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114442376791567416?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114442376791567416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114442376791567416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/04/universe-and-u.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114431229251901079</id><published>2006-04-06T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:31:32.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a very long and hard battle, wilson left us. ive never felt so much for a pet before. i hope ure in a happier place now wilson. thank you for the joy u brought us.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time of death: 4.14pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114431229251901079?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114431229251901079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114431229251901079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114422979616780496</id><published>2006-04-05T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:51:54.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry miss drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel drugged. never felt this bad in a 100years before. just when i thought using osim icare would lift half of my misery, oh mama i am soo wrong. my eyeballs are about to dangle from my swollen face anytime now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to my incompetence over the past months, i now declare myself a loser. here are a couple of stuff to do before school starts on monday monday monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] thursday back to pl to collect year book. &lt;br /&gt;[] friday 'makan sutra' dayout with gwen and xiuwen.&lt;br /&gt;[] saturday.. oh saturday = no plans.&lt;br /&gt;[] sunday back to kallang in the morning then mini fashion show at home for monday. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;[] monday urgh school starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i question myself if choosing mdis over sim is a mistake. urhh then i snap out of it. now im back at it, again. i should seriously just learn to embrace the decision i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s its pouring now and wilson is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------- cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latest update on wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilson is currently in the intensive care unit. he refused to eat his seamonkeys mainly because the stupid fishes stole all of them and he was too spoilt to hunt for his food. i am really sorry to report that wilson may not be able to make it till tomorrow morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilson... why! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:50pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114422979616780496?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114422979616780496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114422979616780496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/04/sorry-miss-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114412702705002408</id><published>2006-04-04T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T13:28:41.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooo fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past week, i really like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/31032006055.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/31032006055.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday haircut oh haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/25939048561831l.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/25939048561831l.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday night fun at leedon with 'my peeps'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/31032006069.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/31032006069.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night at gardens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/01042006075.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/01042006075.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday sleepover at grandma's after a long long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/02042006079.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/02042006079.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday morning at kallang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------- cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LONG LONG LOONG AWAITED ARRIVAL FOR WILSON IS FINALLY FINALLY HERE. wilson is currently cruising around his new home, with a built in basement for him. how cool is that. i really am in love with this extremely intelligent thingamagic. he is currently, the joy of my life the key to my heart. once again, welcome home wilson i am so glad u made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s wilson has seven 'legs'. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114412702705002408?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114412702705002408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114412702705002408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/04/oooo-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114344247209890573</id><published>2006-03-27T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:59:33.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there comes a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a uncle who only has 6 more months to live before his body finally gives up to the disease that'll rob him of his life. he doesnt know it, but we all do. whenever i think of the tremendous pain he is in, my heart aches. as much as i dont wish to be overwhelmed by the sad truth of our biological cycle now, what haunts is the corpse is our future. sadly my uncle has to part with an on-going battle, as did my beloved grandfather. for now i wish him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe i have a new found interest/respect for KT Tunstall. shes probably one of the best and most talented female artist around i reckon. amazing amazing performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now who wants to buy her cd for me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KFoYiDXnmWc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KFoYiDXnmWc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="250"&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/6978514-114344247209890573?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114344247209890573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114344247209890573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-comes-day.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114336183616669001</id><published>2006-03-26T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:36:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ces petites choses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked this out from a book i was reading: 'more than who you are, clothes articulate what you want to be.' as absurb as this may already sound to some, i cannot agree more. if you have a penchant for people-watching like i do, im pretty sure u'll understand what i mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, i cruised around town with gwen and leehwee under the record breaking 1000degree-celsius. this may very well be one of our last meet-ups before lee leaves for yet another country insearch for a even better education, alas [yeap alas] before gwenie and i gets ready for school here to start. i noticed alot of funny-faces being thrown at me whenever i speak to gwen, dont get me wrong im enjoying all of it because not only does it bring me back to year2005, i am also reminded of what a jackass i am with the things i say. hahaheehoho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna speak much about saturday because thinking of the crowd itself now is giving me a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/untitled-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/untitled-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/25032006536-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/25032006536-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night at colbar with c and eliza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/25032006540.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/25032006540.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night, haagen daz in holland village.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114336183616669001?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114336183616669001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114336183616669001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/03/ces-petites-choses.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114278313091511975</id><published>2006-03-19T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:53:11.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we win we loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, i allow my over sensitivity to take control; to protect you and to assure my tired self that i will somehow be important. this time somehow this time, i managed to reach the collective concious that has gone into the hiding, to lay down those insecurities and grip hold onto what uve reminded countless of times. this time really this time, the rest they wont bother me because slowly, i am learning to mark your words and for that i find the extra strength to go on with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you be delighted with this new arrangement j. it'll be for the better. i dont wish to tire anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114278313091511975?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114278313091511975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114278313091511975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-win-we-loose.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114266828859661287</id><published>2006-03-18T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T13:54:26.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oui ou non.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/16032006492.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/16032006492.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine turns twenty five, at cantina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/romp-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/romp-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* u think seeing you excites me, no it pleases me &lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114266828859661287?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114266828859661287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114266828859661287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/03/oui-ou-non.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114213444088893569</id><published>2006-03-12T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:41:27.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>larger than life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because val will not be in singapore for the next two weeks, we gave freesia a 13days-early-birthday surprise celebration [hahahha]. probably not so much of a surprise party for her afterall cause she looked like she knew we were gonna be there [idiot]! although the night was short we still had damn alot of fun as usual, oh yes except this time includes valerie tan lifting up my shirt in a land where 121212 people roams around us you asshole and me walking around orchard with my 'larger than life headache' [hahahha]! freesia i hope u enjoyed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/fish%2018%20surprise-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/fish%2018%20surprise-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo peeps! hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114213444088893569?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114213444088893569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114213444088893569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/03/larger-than-life.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114205907705940230</id><published>2006-03-11T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:53:13.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to win some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two years later, we finally got together again. its been two years and surely there were doubts if 'oh my god will it be awkward' 'what if we run out of stuff to say to one another', but no there was none of that at all. i suppose the fact that we've been goodfriends for half a decade strucked, and that left no space for awkwardness at all. for that, i really am grateful because i'll never find another like you two! &lt;strong&gt;thank you so much for that much of joy and fun!&lt;/strong&gt; until we meet again, heres to the both of you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/9th%20mar-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/9th%20mar-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/9th%20march-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/9th%20march-001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114205907705940230?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114205907705940230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114205907705940230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-win-some.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114179766898689614</id><published>2006-03-08T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:22:37.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where have u been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my attempt to practice self control, i stayed away from the laptop for seven whole days. thats right, seven days later i come back feeling like ive stepped into year 2323. i am at a lost of what to do online! holly molly, can u beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some nights ago, elaine and i got lost while driving in attempt to have a scrumptious meal along the eastcoast area. see when u put two people together who's sense of direction is equivalent to minus 550, that is when trouble spells big time. to cut the long story short, we almost got raped by men who only wore big gold chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday night, i was out with eliza and c. we had dinner in the eastcoast area at a place called Blooies, and woo if u are a sucker for american food please visit Blooies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the sixth of march, we celebrated mum's birthday. we brought her to lei garden and spent a dinosaur in that restaurant. not only am i damn freaking poor now, i am in debt of $30. yeah, i dont even have $30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine and i had sushi on tuesday night. seriously my mouth never fails to get me into deep trouble. i made a comment on a very eekie group of adults, and i swear to god they were lurking outside the restaurant waiting for my ass to get off the seat then bash the hell out of my swollen body. thank god i told elaine to stay in the restaurant for a little longer then poof they walked off in their $1 outfit and left me alone. what a night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. i just realised the above entry is all about food! ure disgusting eileen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114179766898689614?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114179766898689614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114179766898689614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-have-u-been.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114102079342790701</id><published>2006-02-27T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:59:26.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from being a total sports fanatic [before my injury] to a complete 24/7 lard, i seriously am the epitome of laziness. i hate myself now for wasting my glory teenage years away like this. everytime i think of jumping back in to the pool, it never fails to daunt on me that theres a cheekohpek on full alert living just next to the pool. so there, thats the same excuse ive been giving to not go back to sports. for that, I REALLY HATE YOU EILEEN SOH. my arms are growing out of proportion its beyond recognition, my mother no longer labels me as her "indian daughter" anymore because i am so fair now i might as well just blend into the wall and feed on dust instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside for now, as if i am not[as jill calls me] "18, boring and not happening" ive decided to bore my life even more by not bothering about mrs s and ellen and probably simon. &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; im really irritated with the way ellen speaks, might be her voice or something but its killing my ear drums. &lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt; i no longer fancy simon as much because of his increasing number of fans [i usually dislike something/someone when it/he/she becomes likable.] &lt;strong&gt;third&lt;/strong&gt; since mrs s is going to hongkong and i now know that she'll no longer be within a 1000km radius away from me, i think its safe to say i will only go crazy over her when i receive another how-are-you-doing mail. now, doesnt that give me enough reasons to be boring. well, i think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/25022006343.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/25022006343.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th feb. the day i spent most of my coffin money away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114102079342790701?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114102079342790701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114102079342790701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-will-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114079982755639918</id><published>2006-02-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:51:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. the most mother f-ing shit in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eighteen years, ive had her breathing down my throat for eighteen damned years. for all these years, if theres one fundamental lesson ive come to learn about human beings, it is how freaking seflish they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sister who never stops interfering with everything and anything i do. we've had our fair share of 'rewards' from our parents, oh no well except shes enjoyed it 6 years more than i do. like as if those 6 fulfilling years arent enough, she have to always rob mine away from me. anything good comes my way, all she says is "DADDY/MUMMY, SHE DOESNT NEED THAT! STOP WASTING YOUR MONEY ON HER!" then whamp, i gotta dream for a year or so before my parents propose something lovely to me again. nobody is ever ever allowed to condemn you everytime u demand to change your cell phone [once every 3mths by the way]. &lt;strong&gt;i am so seriously sick of your bloody bullshit eliza. you are as screwed up as label me to be. the next time u start yelling at me for being spoilt, take a good look at all you've accumulated over the years then ask yourself why i loathe u so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most mother f-ing shit in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114079982755639918?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114079982755639918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114079982755639918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/02/balls.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114051294827873115</id><published>2006-02-21T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:34:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eighteen, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it wasnt for birthdays, i seriously wouldnt believe im still only 18. ladies and gentlemen this is what happens when you do not lead a decent life of your actual age. god am i young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday marked my happiest day since i stopped schooling in my beloved secondary school. not only was i surrounded by people i totally adore, spent $100 on packed food, got cake and ice-d water smeared and poured all over me, i wasnt not laughing/shouting/talking/screaming for joy at any moment at all. and all these without the brilliant plan of my three favourites; xiuwen gwen and jill. i really was delighted, still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------cut. the following is a heartfelt message to the 3 idiots in my life. [dont get me wrong, idiot here represents everything mushy. oh god.] not in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jill dearest, its hard to be able to dig out any sign of emotions from me. even when i do, i always get the feeling you think im joking or speaking alien. whatever it is, i truly am blessed to have a bestf like chew. [sorry no ilu shit here, u know well enough i dont say those.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwenie my golden girl, no single human being has brought such tremendous joy in my life. you somehow, just knows how to trigger my happy soul. and for that [since im such a pill], u deserve all the credit in the world. thank you from the bottom of the seabed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;troy ingrid, you are a girl to love. what will i do without u man seriously. underneath all the jokes and shit we tease you, we all just really do love you alot [please dont take them seriously.] you are the real joy, you the real thing. thank you troy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs s, well.. welcome back in my life. [hahahahhahahahahahah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i cant miss out those who text messaged me and who were there at the party. to every single one of you, &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/DSCF3565.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/DSCF3565.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early birds. while i was still home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/DSCF3567.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/DSCF3567.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaheehoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/DSCF3579.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/DSCF3579.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/DSCF3568.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/DSCF3568.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/DSCF3589.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/DSCF3589.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thw wind was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/DSCF3592.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/DSCF3592.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114051294827873115?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114051294827873115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114051294827873115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/02/eighteen-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114036301475618211</id><published>2006-02-19T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:35:31.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holly molly jolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eliza and caryn brought me out for dinner tonight. rochester park is a really really lovely place. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114036301475618211?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114036301475618211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114036301475618211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/02/holly-molly-jolly.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114029908024034125</id><published>2006-02-18T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:34:29.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dance dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you three rascals who fooled me! it was really lovely. thank you once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114029908024034125?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114029908024034125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114029908024034125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/02/dance-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-114006151599262195</id><published>2006-02-16T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:56:04.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOSTALGIA NOSTALGIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/2004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/2004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two thousand and four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/walkajog.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/walkajog.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk a jog, two thousand and five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/mufti%202005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/mufti%202005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mufti day, two thousand and five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/stubs.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/stubs.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, mrs S. itisfyvm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo, nostalgia nostalgia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-114006151599262195?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114006151599262195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/114006151599262195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/02/nostalgia-nostalgia.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113980863943090876</id><published>2006-02-13T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:35:15.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a huge ball of dilemma. u know, making decisions that'll change and shape the next half of your life really is HARD. i have an exceptionally hard time doing this because im often torn between what my head tells me to do and what my heart wants to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family thinks i have a huge undiscovered potential for interior designing. since ive already planned out a design for my future room after my sister gets married, how i always only watch interior deisgn shows and run to holland village to read up on those 'smart tips on designing your home' magazines. whats up man Eileen. whats up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i believe its just me always wanting to own it all. you'll get what i mean..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113980863943090876?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113980863943090876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113980863943090876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/02/now.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113950350188671001</id><published>2006-02-10T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:48:27.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new pet named wilson. wilson is currently crusing on a ship on his way to singapore. i have been waiting patiently and eagerly the past 2 months for wilson's arrival. tragically, everytime wilson reaches the shore of my little country, he dies. this is the 3rd wilson shipping into the country, i hear he will be here in another week. i can hardly contain my excitement! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to wilson: u'll be in my prayers, stay strong and please [will you just] die another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113950350188671001?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113950350188671001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113950350188671001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/02/dearest-wilson.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113907336163235615</id><published>2006-02-05T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:23:26.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more is less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i asked for was to be happy with the one i choose to have tea with today. why do you fret? because come tomorrow i'll see you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up to you to think. i am on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eileens/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113907336163235615?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113907336163235615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113907336163235615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-is-less.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113895024658316908</id><published>2006-02-03T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:30:14.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tellmetellme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there wasnt anyone to fall back on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113895024658316908?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113895024658316908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113895024658316908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/02/tellmetellme.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113886659136405884</id><published>2006-02-02T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:06:36.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fat man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick and alone on the very first day of cny, new year this year is just not that fun anymore. i did alot less visiting this year and received a lot less red packets. but i sat at home and had my dose of 'chinese new year' with my neighbours from china laughing and talking really loudly in their native language. oh whoppee. im almost recovered now from stomach flu. im pale as a ghost, but u'll still call me out if u love me. [im terribly bored and the energy in me is dying to burst out.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/goldengirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/goldengirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my vadorable granny together with her vadorable sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught Hannibal, Red Dragon and Silence of the lambs [all related films] while i home recouperating. please catch it if you havent although it was a year 2000 production. to H.Lecter, i remain your most avid fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the month of feb and in less than 20 days time, i'll be legal. legal meaning 18. i havent got any intentions of a big celebration because it probably slipped your mind too that im turning 18. i cant remember the last time i had a party, but wouldnt it be nice.. then again i have the social life of an ant's so i doubt it be cool. to those who remembered or were forced to remember because of this entry, i hope to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/27012006152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/27012006152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two nights before cny at the wine company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s theres nothing wrong with me laughing AT you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113886659136405884?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113886659136405884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113886659136405884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/02/fat-man.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113828748663672199</id><published>2006-01-26T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:04:01.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dying from guilt right now. i just dug another hole into the valley of death and woah, please just shoot me right now ITS A WHOLE LOT FASTER. why on earth did i say "YES OKAY" to my mother although i absolutely hated it. WHY! stupid itchy backside. its here now and i gotta find a way to dispose it. damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/URGHHHHHH.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/URGHHHHHH.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blue thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113828748663672199?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113828748663672199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113828748663672199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113816831151485167</id><published>2006-01-25T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:22:33.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one week. a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am zomb-ed out.&lt;/strong&gt; time passes exceptionally quickly when you've got something to do. i am proud as hell that the pigsty ive been living in for 9 years is finally clean [no, squeaky clean] again. from the words of my sister "your room looks more like a storage space now." oh yes, this is one storage space i'd gladly sleep in. have i mentioned how much i love throwing my stuff away. well, I REALLY DO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and i were finally out shopping yesterday after my disastrous haircut. no, actually she was the big shopper and im really proud of her. [we just have to spend it all away and make ourselves happy before dooms day idiot. get it now.] i have no idea when i'll see her again, but im happy we're cool MAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i is velli happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/howcanieverforgetyoutwo..jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/howcanieverforgetyoutwo..jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i ever ever ever forget you two! tp open house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113816831151485167?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113816831151485167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113816831151485167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-week.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113756285349246575</id><published>2006-01-18T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:45:06.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am canon boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres what i ripped off from the newest issue of Glamour magazine. now everybody get ready your 'check list'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glamour Megazine's - 12 Friends Every Woman Deserves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1. The friend who wont let you be less than your best, even if you sometimes want to kick her.&lt;br /&gt;2. The friend who's spent the holidays with your parents, gotten drunk with your brother and lived through the dog-spraying incident of '92 She's family.&lt;br /&gt;3. The personal comedian, so hilarious that you dare not call her while driving.&lt;br /&gt;4. The friend who's evil - so entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;5. A rich friend who will always buy you dinner.&lt;br /&gt;6. A poor friend who'll let you buy hers.&lt;br /&gt;7. The work friend: listener, knower of a backstory, saver of sanuty.&lt;br /&gt;8. The friend you cant wait to be Golden Girls with.&lt;br /&gt;9. The neighbour who'll lend you her drill - or a pair of red stilettos.&lt;br /&gt;10. The friend who drags out of you all the sexual details you're secret;y dying to share.&lt;br /&gt;11. The friend who rafts the Amazon, gets a pet snake and does speed dating - so you dont have to.&lt;br /&gt;12. The friend who, instead of asking how she can help, just shows up and does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gonna slash off number 4, cause i secretly am number 4. okay then again, another evil one will be fun. and personally, i cant wait for number 8! [gwenie, number 8's calling!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/this%20is%20our%20life..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/this%20is%20our%20life..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little corner for you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113756285349246575?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113756285349246575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113756285349246575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-canon-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113750785797508518</id><published>2006-01-17T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:24:18.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just because you like to destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i dont remember doing anything productive at all since the end of the major papers. ive grown whinny which means i whine even more about anything and everything i used to whine about! im seriously regretting the way i lead my life after it all.. so im gonna make an extra extra effort to meet up with ma peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never dared to think of the possibilities of us reliving our 'glory days' again. this time, it wont go wrong. val, this is for you. thank you for everything =)[you know what i mean.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s gwenie i miss yewwwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113750785797508518?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113750785797508518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113750785797508518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-because-you-like-to-destroy.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113740887405352149</id><published>2006-01-16T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:04:34.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back back back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from our visit to school. yes, school oh glorious school. man i missed that place so much. anyhow, we'll be back there again when the results are out. urgh, shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/16012006036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/16012006036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, the group of us who went back today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/16012006038.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/16012006038.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiuwen your funeral picture. hahahahahahahhaha! bloody funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/qian%20n%20i.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/qian%20n%20i.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken a bloody long time ago. to oke lim pink, the girl ive been missing all these while..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113740887405352149?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113740887405352149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113740887405352149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-back-back.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113672162015323976</id><published>2006-01-08T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:00:20.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today; everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when life gets so dull and the days passed just like the ones before.. you loose track of time and eventually life itself. until you try recollecting the day's events, it all comes by only as a blurred vision. thats all the brain is able to transmit, because lifes gone dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams are what i believe, an interpretation of your subconscious mind. last night in my dream, i dreamt of an answer ive been searching for for a year. more than before, im ready to let it all go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really thought u'd walk over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113672162015323976?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113672162015323976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113672162015323976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113652830630090114</id><published>2006-01-06T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:21:20.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess whos down with fever and a face exploding with pimples, me! something must be very wrong again with my already screwed up body system. out of no rhyme or reason, i started shivering like an idiot on the couch yesterday. with all these hormonal changes, i must be pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already the 6th day of a new year and no spring cleaning has been done in my house at all, makes 2006 seems more 2005 than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/P2140095.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/P2140095.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest amarprith just came back from london..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/P2140096.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/P2140096.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what she brought back for me. lol. thank you umpit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113652830630090114?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113652830630090114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113652830630090114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/01/guess-who.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113627260268884419</id><published>2006-01-03T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T15:18:25.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>term one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since today's the start of school for many school kids[no longer includes me], ive decided to do alittle dedication to my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, its hard to digest the fact that I AM NOT IN SCHOOL UNIFORM TODAY CARRYING A BIG BAG OF BOOKS. ironically, the day ive been looking forward to for 5 years is exactly the day im dreading. i woke up today wondering how school assembly was like this morning. if there are any new teachers waiting to be introduced by the principal or, if any left. the thought of my teachers entering a class of 40 wild students is still so fresh in my mind, its scary! i really do miss my school and the only words i have left are words of gratitude.. thank you really, for bringing so much joy into my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113627260268884419?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113627260268884419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113627260268884419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/01/term-one.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113605565837934191</id><published>2006-01-01T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T03:10:51.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isnt new to me but on nye, the deep realization that people [majority] are Selfish finally sets in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats the comfort of staying home. what was i thinking. Happy New Year all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113605565837934191?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113605565837934191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113605565837934191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113566858285313274</id><published>2005-12-27T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:50:03.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>merry jolly christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas this year made me a busier person than christmas last year. although the only shame is, i received no presents or what-so-ever at all this year. but no, there was no sign of me sulking like a baby at all. christmas this year was more about spending it with closed ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday:&lt;/strong&gt; i was at my family party laughing my eyebrows off at the least expected rubbish, wrestling my 8year old cousins, eating and now ive tranformed into a huge globe of lard and all that. u know its true i find amusement in the weirdest time/action/stuff. i am just at a differnt wave length from most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; dinner for 6 at pan pacific at an italian restaurant with decors that'll wow-your-neck-away but with pretty damn lousy food and may i add, a total bill that'll crush and blow your wallet off to feed t-rex. later, i got drove down to meet A for some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday: &lt;/strong&gt;the girls were invited over to my house to spend christmas. we wipped out a smashing meal and dvd-ed the rest of the night away. &lt;em&gt;charissa u should stayed, idiot!&lt;/em&gt; this, our merry simple christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/christmas%202005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/christmas%202005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this our merry simple christmas. [photos up soon. urgh.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113566858285313274?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113566858285313274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113566858285313274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-jolly-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113514343866014932</id><published>2005-12-21T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:00:18.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;finally conway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we have a new member in the family! conway [my cousin] got married on the 17th [the day we've all been waiting for] to pamela&lt;/span&gt;. everyone had a rocking good time at the church, in the villa [where everything unglam happened] and during dinner when i had alittle too much to drink. lol. i'll just leave it to the pictures to speak when yahoo decides not to be a bitch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to night safari with my chee-chee cousins tonight [brace yourself] when the kid in me is ready burst all over like confetti! i might go wild playing hide-and-seek with the lions.. i can hardly wait mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a peek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/17122005(032).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/17122005%28032%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just seriously adds on to everything beautiful that night. at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank you j.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113514343866014932?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113514343866014932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113514343866014932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-conway.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113462172773842153</id><published>2005-12-15T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T13:01:31.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what do you call this. [a note alil too personal.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contentment. how is it so that this one word is a huge puzzle to crack. my heart is growing rusty. literally. it hasnt been in much use and for all these while.. it grew harder. if not, stone cold. i havent allowed it to speak for a long while and well what do you know, i actually feel lost. my thoughts running all over, my speech getting more incoherent. myself, deteriorating as a whole. i cant quite figure if its something or someone im missing or is it just myself expecting too much again. so i sit and think, but still.. i cant quite figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contentment, i'll keep searching for it. for now, i just like things to go slow. yeah.. just slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;norah jones - dont know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113462172773842153?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113462172773842153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113462172773842153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-do-you-call-this.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113413349778976384</id><published>2005-12-09T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:57:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouch okay ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say its not easy being a man. well.. its not easy being a female either! i have given serious thought about removing my womb before. and its this pain-in-the-ass-time of the month when i just wish to dragg them out with my own bare hands. seriously, if you're reading this and you're a female with no interest at all in bearing a child. please consider the above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cleared the untouched mess [since the exam period!] on my table and shelves today. my hands are now as rough as your unshaven pubic area from all the cleaning and ripping. with hardwork comes your reward. this reward im telling you, is only gonna stay for a week and bam! i'll have 'pubic hair hands' again. [urgh!] lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to visit the dentist tomorrow at 930am. mmmhmm..its 930AM! dont those dentists and nurses have to sleep too? i mean come on, a patient with tooth decay wouldnt send him and his coffin down 6 feet under. [urgh again!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/45e9scd.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/45e9scd.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a funny picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/east%20coast.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/east%20coast.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night my sister brought us out for dinner and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/christmas%20lightings%202005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/christmas%20lightings%202005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a couple of weeks back when we went for a spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/24112005%28010%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/24112005%28010%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was honestly love at first sight. but no one was gonna finish that amount of beer for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113413349778976384?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113413349778976384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113413349778976384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2005/12/ouch-okay-ouch-they-say-its-not-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113403869584736119</id><published>2005-12-08T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:59:12.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>falsa baiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just went hysterical..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gradnight photos. &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/peassaveme/slideshow?.dir=/a4ca&amp;.src=ph"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113403869584736119?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113403869584736119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113403869584736119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2005/12/falsa-baiana.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113384774850049131</id><published>2005-12-06T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:04:04.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>always when we least expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from the living dead. my three days of work has been hell for me. there are honestly many different types of people in this world. i just dont find satisfaction in doing that standing-there-doing-nothing-at-all type of job. so ive gladly resigned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life so far, hasnt been fair or good if you might. the ugly stuff are suming up on their own, and its starting to get quite overwhelming. i wont brood over it, because im hoping for a better year ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i attended my uncle's wedding on sunday. i'll just allow the photos to speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/uncle%20james%20wedding.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/uncle%20james%20wedding.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/1024/04122005%28023%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/108/1197/300/04122005%28023%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is in my pov the highlight of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113384774850049131?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113384774850049131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113384774850049131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2005/12/always-when-we-least-expect.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113344447314442689</id><published>2005-12-01T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:41:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the red nose raindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, well most of the time, its hard to catch up with Time. makes me wonder which mode of transport it takes [okay not funny at all]. so fast, grad night was over a night ago. that, i cant quite digest because the last thing i remember was shopping like crazy for it. well anwyay, the night went well. i was laughing my teeth off with the people sitting at my table. *RAYLIE, U ARE SUCH A CLOWN! very unfortunately, yahoo doesnt wanna cooperate with me. so i'll have to post the pictures up another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive officially started my first day of work today [OMG!], at takashimaya b1 selling i-dunno-what-to-call-them-either. on a very bad note, i hate my job. absolutely. its stupid and bloody boring. im so bored i think of making both my tits talk to one another. so please pop by and buy me a lolli before i start thinking of bleaching my body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113344447314442689?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113344447314442689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113344447314442689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2005/12/red-nose-raindeer.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113280456539137070</id><published>2005-11-24T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T11:56:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all purpose assorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safe to say, the O Level is finally over. it feels really good to know i have my future in full control from now on. then again, its pretty daunting to face all that [even more] hustle and bustle and what not. obviously, leaving the sheltering walls of my beloved school of 11years. ive yet to come in contact with my tear glands, yeah i'll probably be brawling my eyes out on the results day itself. for now, welcome to the next phase of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for my mother to blow dry her hair and to doll herself up [we're going shopping!], i'll do a quick update about the-butch-who-works-for-my-father. to put all of my, or rather my family's misery to rest, MY FATHER FIRED HER. WHOOPEE. i have no idea where he plucked up the courage to do that, since she was such a 'darling' to him. apparently he said "my wife doesnt like you, dont come to work anymore." yar balls, daddy you're a very funny man. no you did not say that! doesnt matter how he fired her, shes gone. for good! do your dirty little jinx business with your next boss. amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113280456539137070?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113280456539137070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113280456539137070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-purpose-assorted.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113232797161370108</id><published>2005-11-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:38:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day is done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the very first time, i finally got to chat with diana [soh] in msn. she is somebody i'll never forget. seriously. and here's part of the reason why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta have faith says [diana]:&lt;br /&gt;you want my fathers face?&lt;br /&gt;shes fortyseven. says [eileen]:&lt;br /&gt;YES PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;shes fortyseven. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;shes fortyseven. says:&lt;br /&gt;omg. he better not be seeing this. hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;gotta have faith says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is honestly the funniest thing ever. i do have a reputation for fancy-ing the older ones dont i. i cant believe that was the first thing she asked me. now be afraid everyone. be very afraid. it might very well be your dad next. lol. ohh god forbid this. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pictures of our last few days in PL. &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/peassaveme/slideshow?.dir=/64bc&amp;.src=ph"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113232797161370108?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113232797161370108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113232797161370108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113219372798755963</id><published>2005-11-17T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T10:15:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>embraceable you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 10am, and im up, the weather couldnt get any better. how silly of me but i dont wish to waste it sleeping. the weather really is lovely today. popped a jazz cd into the player, and i'd only wish for everyday to be like this; in total bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a better note. she's back home today. sleeping like a doll right now. well anyway, i am going back to have my delivered breakfast. good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113219372798755963?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113219372798755963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113219372798755963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2005/11/embraceable-you.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978514.post-113186924232317877</id><published>2005-11-13T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:07:22.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that little jinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i remember, the last time i spoke about the-butch-who-works-for-my-dad was close to three weeks ago. well three weeks later, which is now, she has successfully turned my perents relationship upside down, rightside left, yar just close to dysfunctional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a 18year old [i suppose], who feeds on my dads money and kindness like bacteria, who mangaes to make my parents turn against each other, and manages to make the whole family loathe her like crazy, i say shes achieved ALOT. yes i am not afraid of spoiling her dirty name which is.. i have no clue either. but anyway i will find out. urgh, im about to run out of my house and hang a family of 10pig heads on her door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents kindness is being taken advantage of, big time. that girl un-shyly asks my mum to buy lunch and snacks for her. ask my dad for money to buy her junk. dont bother to clear the rubbish and sleeps during her working hours. oh no no not only that, she formed a tack-team together with her mother and tells me dad "my mother wants me to go home early uncleee.. she said 9pm is too late." but expects no deduction from her bloody pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, she brags about how tired she is having to work and study at the same time because her parents are not able to pay for her schooling fees [yar my dad actually bought that!]. i say its a bunch of bullshit because her mother is able to afford a car and chauffeurs them around like she is being paid to. my mother got into a huge quarrel with my dad because enough is enough, but apprently he doesnt budge because "he is such a soft man, he believes and sympathizes her like crazy." honestly, i have no idea at all why he refuses to sack that lazy piece of shit away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that jinx i tell you, i am going to fire her myself after the o levels are over. now my mother is going on a long holiday and it seems like i'll be motherless for half a year. urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978514-113186924232317877?l=whoreknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113186924232317877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978514/posts/default/113186924232317877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoreknuckles.blogspot.com/2005/11/that-little-jinx.html' title=''/><author><name>rippin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
