<?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-10276767</id><updated>2012-01-31T10:58:40.794+08:00</updated><category term='Chris'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Emo posts = ='/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Peter's Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>I see, I feel, I write</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>374</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5717645403766656945</id><published>2011-04-08T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:31:19.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>岁月</title><content type='html'>朋友，好久不见了。&lt;div&gt;在这忙碌的生活当中，你还好吧？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这么突然好像回到过去，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;回到那年轻和任性的小时候，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;回到当初我们认识的时候，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;回到在那熟悉的课室里，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;被一片温暖的阳光与黄色的窗帘照亮的课室里，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;回到我们的圆点，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;回到岁月还没留下痕的那一瞬间。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5717645403766656945?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5717645403766656945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5717645403766656945&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5717645403766656945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5717645403766656945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='岁月'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7687038244560810427</id><published>2011-02-21T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:42:45.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>It wasn't long since I last joined the Malaysian Society Social. Got to know a few juniors and its ridiculous that I have only realised that I am already 4 years elder than the 17-year-old freshers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the constant workload and the lack of inspiration, Facebook would have been a better choice to spam my thoughts. This year round, things have been more... serene? Unlike my previous years, when it was hell of a roller coaster ride. Or it might have just been me getting used to sit on the roller coaster. A sign of getting old I guess :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really knackered throughout the placement hunting but I guess the effort finally paid off. However, I did not enjoy the constant bombardment of assignment deadlines. Although some of the assignments seemed pretty interesting, with so many pieces of work piling up, its difficult to get motivated. I need that kick in the arse to get me moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have visited a small local brewery to brew my own lager! Although the size of the brewery was somehow disappointing, nonetheless, it was very intriguing. It looked like an illegal brewery site in someone's garage. Had two and a half pints of different lager during the field trip and when we were about to leave, I was given 2 bottles to being home for free! Oh rejoice of the beer-lovers! By the way, the sun-dried tomato sandwich in Relish (the name of the sandwich bar) was pretty awesome! The size of their salads were ginormous... probably an understatement... enough to feed a cow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also I'll be taking part in a play for this year's Malaysian Night! It was all good fun and it was something that I wanted to do for a long time. I should probably try audition for a musical the next time I see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I guess all thats left for me to do now is to sort out my accomodation in London before September and to take out all those pesky assignments and courseworks before my Easter holidays begin! Easter fills up the whole of Easter this year and if time allows, I should most probably fit in a 2 week travel to somewhere before I come back for my revisions. *sigh* only about 4 more months to finish off my second year. My, my, how time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so thats sort of a brief summary of what I've been doing lately ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, my dear friends, irregards of how often we talk or where you are around the world, please take care :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Living in denial based on extenuating circumstances might not be such a bad idea :/ Comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7687038244560810427?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7687038244560810427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7687038244560810427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7687038244560810427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7687038244560810427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2011/02/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6434003061800021831</id><published>2011-02-01T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:01:29.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Two-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6434003061800021831?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6434003061800021831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6434003061800021831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6434003061800021831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6434003061800021831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-two-one.html' title='Hello Two-One'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5731575214771521173</id><published>2010-12-12T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:43:52.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Window Pane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A carefree posture,&lt;div&gt;With a hint of the lingering tobacco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The grey hair and wrinkled skin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were the traces and trails of time left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years and years from now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I would be daydreaming my way just the same way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the window panes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TQTsyBlS0VI/AAAAAAAAB84/wSaBb8SOsTU/s400/lomo%2Battempt%2B1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549820984989765970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Been a while since I played with the pictures in my camera using Photoshop :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5731575214771521173?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5731575214771521173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5731575214771521173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5731575214771521173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5731575214771521173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/12/by-window-pane.html' title='By the Window Pane'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TQTsyBlS0VI/AAAAAAAAB84/wSaBb8SOsTU/s72-c/lomo%2Battempt%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1623496861389522611</id><published>2010-12-09T11:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T11:57:20.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done and Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its been a very long time since I last shed a tear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at the very least, I managed to pull myself together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And walked away with my pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scars will fade, and wounds will heal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my head held high, looking at the skies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so relieving to say that "I'm so done and over with you" :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TQBR0qDFeJI/AAAAAAAAB8w/IgdtfZEYK5M/s400/IMG_0070.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548524706002729106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1623496861389522611?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1623496861389522611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1623496861389522611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/12/done-and-over.html' title='Done and Over'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TQBR0qDFeJI/AAAAAAAAB8w/IgdtfZEYK5M/s72-c/IMG_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5226536257298480171</id><published>2010-12-08T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:46:28.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, a friend of mine had her heart broken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, a friend on mine woke up from his dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, a friend of mine moved on from her uncertainties,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, a friend of mine shared her joy of success,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And today, I found a piece of puzzle that might just seem to be the missing piece that I've been looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just how long have I been living this life of mine in denial,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the vast horizon of pink and purple stretches across the gloomy winter skies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was reminded that how the trivial things in life like an ordinary sunset can be so captivating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its about time that I should stop running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TP8Li0XSEJI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Bo7BErbf_aI/s400/IMG_0073.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548165958743494802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To take a good look at my surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5226536257298480171?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5226536257298480171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5226536257298480171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5226536257298480171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5226536257298480171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TP8Li0XSEJI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Bo7BErbf_aI/s72-c/IMG_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-2773859838993806760</id><published>2010-10-18T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T17:40:15.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are times when I am always reminded that I'm in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hands and cheeks turn almost numb from the cold, when the wind that travelled across the green, open fields swept past me so violently, when the blue blue skies gets covered with a veil of dark, grey clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, I saw the red, golden leaves rode on the winds. Speckles of brown, yellow and orange hesitate along the rows and rows of trees before me. Just then, another gust of wind ran past me; and a large yellow leaf helicoptered down before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Autumn is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529426462421369186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TLx4EkhFQWI/AAAAAAAAB8g/iCgVKFhh-qE/s400/Autumn_Leaves_by_artifexa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-2773859838993806760?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/2773859838993806760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=2773859838993806760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/2773859838993806760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/2773859838993806760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/10/autumn-wind.html' title='Autumn Wind'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TLx4EkhFQWI/AAAAAAAAB8g/iCgVKFhh-qE/s72-c/Autumn_Leaves_by_artifexa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6278217104638471442</id><published>2010-10-08T06:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T06:55:51.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because many things crossed my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While running around dealing with the society activities, I've been flooded with deadlines and assignments to mark the beginning of my second year. Not to mention that I have to start thinking and applying for placements next year, updating my CV and looking for a job that suits me is really harder than what I expected. The resource is plentiful, but the real problem arises when you reflect upon your true self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I failed a psychometric test on one of the employers website; although it was just a trial, it made me put a little more thought into whether it was the sort of job that I really wanted. The whole job application process hammered the thought that "in order to succeed in an application, you have no room for mercy" into my head. You have to show that you really want it and you'd do anything to get it. The winner stays while the loser gets disqualified and gets dropped out from the game. Simple rules yet I find it so hard to accept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really liked to be compared to anyone else, I disliked the competition of trying to find out who is better. Alas, these are the qualities that some employers are really looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps its time to awaken the brutal and merciless other self, residing inside of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TK5NtveM1GI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/88c5KxF1pnc/s400/IMG_3678.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525439241062765666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time for Plan B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: Fuck the working world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6278217104638471442?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6278217104638471442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6278217104638471442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6278217104638471442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6278217104638471442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/10/because-many-things-crossed-my-mind.html' title='because many things crossed my mind'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TK5NtveM1GI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/88c5KxF1pnc/s72-c/IMG_3678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1751820443771375069</id><published>2010-09-03T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:54:03.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash Me Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Am in a huge dilemma right now. Even if I would be able to control time itself, I wished for it to pass by quicker and slower at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished that the ticking hands on the clock would speed up as I anticipate the planned and unexpected events of the future, but at the same time, I wished for it to slow down and freeze the time of a few very moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like being the smooth silver sands coaxed within your very fist beneath the ocean waters. Seeping through the tiny gaps of that tightly clenched fist of yours, you only tried harder to retain it. Slowly as efforts prove no avail, you released those fingers of yours, as you watched the silver glitter gets washed away by the moving currents. Its beautiful, as they simmered under the sunlight and gets drowned into its undisturbed bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This time, I'll follow the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TIPX0GyVtQI/AAAAAAAAB8I/xYD-qIYuEKE/s400/IMG_3440.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513487659006539010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A piece of inspiration that I brought home from Teluk Cempedak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yv6Gn911uc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yv6Gn911uc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: The Album Leaf, the equivalent of weed for my ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1751820443771375069?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1751820443771375069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1751820443771375069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1751820443771375069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1751820443771375069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/09/wash-me-away.html' title='Wash Me Away'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TIPX0GyVtQI/AAAAAAAAB8I/xYD-qIYuEKE/s72-c/IMG_3440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-3961309781806810392</id><published>2010-08-11T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T01:21:46.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for One Night</title><content type='html'>That very moment when sight does not speak of the truth,&lt;div&gt;The moment when the street lights dies out into a plain of nothingness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When crickets sings into the night with their ubiquitous lullaby, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While ripples paint the surface of the lake with streaks of astray lights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beneath the purple dragon snaps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the balustrade under the shades of green,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you still waiting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-3961309781806810392?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/3961309781806810392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=3961309781806810392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/3961309781806810392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/3961309781806810392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-for-one-night.html' title='Just for One Night'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1537392612937974125</id><published>2010-07-29T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T01:09:29.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Running</title><content type='html'>Stranded within the mist,&lt;div&gt;I can only take count of my footsteps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my vision failed me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The numbers were what kept me moving forward,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That with every step that I take,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be a step closer to the boundaries,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towards my great escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salvation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1537392612937974125?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1537392612937974125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1537392612937974125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1537392612937974125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1537392612937974125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/07/keep-running.html' title='Keep Running'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1091463462029210077</id><published>2010-07-18T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:21:45.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shift</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you've taken a good look at yourself? The Summer holidays this far, haven been mostly visits to the hospital and spending more time with the family. There was a sign of change on me. I felt the "shift". Trapped within the transition, you feel that you do not belong to either side. But yet, there was a faint, lingering sense of belonging. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just how different can one become? Immersed in the endless flow of time, I dare not guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired. Or perhaps, its just not my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: At least things seemed to turn out well in the hospital. God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1091463462029210077?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1091463462029210077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1091463462029210077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1091463462029210077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1091463462029210077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/07/shift.html' title='Shift'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-8801968145095915765</id><published>2010-07-11T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:07:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><content type='html'>Being home feels weird. I am at home. But it never felt the same.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleepless nights of Mah Jong is addictive, but I think I've had enough. I really wanted to do something worthwhile this Summer. Something different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be going out with my Mum to watch the World Cup Finals tonight at somewhere that sounds like a bar with the designers. We'll see how it turns out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-8801968145095915765?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/8801968145095915765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=8801968145095915765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8801968145095915765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8801968145095915765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/07/different.html' title='Different'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-4248093716049697779</id><published>2010-07-07T10:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T02:36:15.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition</title><content type='html'>I am on my way home and I have been in Dubai's airport for a painstaking 6 hours. The unexpected flight delay made my 10 hour transit time shorter by 2 hours, but really, I don't see the difference. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2 hours, I should be boarding the next 8-hour-plane, before arriving at the KLIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flying home is tiring, but it is pretty exciting. My frequent flights recently made the airport felt comfortable. Interesting things happen in the airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I saw a kid barely 3, walking with his a large hole behind his pants, exposing his bubbly buttocks while he held his sister's hand and roamed around happily on the lateral escalators. Cute to the max haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, there is this uncle who did his Tai Chi routine when we were waiting at the boarding gates. Everyone who saw the Uncle smiled and chuckled, but the Uncle never really gave anyone a damn :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just finished one of the novels that I've brought with me and will most probably try to start on the next one soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm halfway through the journey of reaching home! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Pretty disappointed when the Hot Chocolate I ordered wasn't hot = =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-4248093716049697779?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/4248093716049697779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=4248093716049697779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4248093716049697779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4248093716049697779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/07/transitionin-2-hours-i-shall-be-on-my.html' title='Transition'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-104977613448314165</id><published>2010-07-05T06:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T06:51:50.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Newcastle had been a pretty quiet place lately. With everyone heading home for the Summer break, things have become a little dull and boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All of a sudden I miss home back in Malaysia.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TDEPUj0H0zI/AAAAAAAAB8A/_6ogBa1bDnI/s400/IMG_1893.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490186266627003186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ultimate poser picture taken in Ancient Rome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: Can't wait to get home :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-104977613448314165?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/104977613448314165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=104977613448314165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/104977613448314165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/104977613448314165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-breeze.html' title='Summer Breeze'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TDEPUj0H0zI/AAAAAAAAB8A/_6ogBa1bDnI/s72-c/IMG_1893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5151290112448986122</id><published>2010-06-11T01:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:14:01.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 days</title><content type='html'>17 days was long I have been away for my trip around Eastern Europe. Despite all the blisters, pain and sweat that I have gone through, it was nonetheless a pretty amazing trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from Rome, we made our way to Napoli, detoured to Venice, headed to Milan and left Italy for Vienna in Austria;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Vienna, we travelled to Buddhapest in Hungary before leaving to Prague of the Czech Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing journey of staying in cheap hostels paid off by meeting amazing people from all over the world. Namely Canada, the United States and Australia. These people worked for a year or two saving up the money they earned and resigned from their job to travel around Europe; with some, travelling on an incredible 9-month-journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to write a detailed post for each place, but the sore throat and messed up sleeping hours have been really discouraging. Hence, the procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 2 weeks time, I shall be on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not looking forward for the 10 hours of being in Dubai waiting for my transit flight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Well done England :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486110730658122242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TCKUpJNWCgI/AAAAAAAAB74/mqKx-AdHR-M/s400/wires.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5151290112448986122?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5151290112448986122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5151290112448986122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5151290112448986122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5151290112448986122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/06/17-days.html' title='17 days'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/TCKUpJNWCgI/AAAAAAAAB74/mqKx-AdHR-M/s72-c/wires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7235580450503408107</id><published>2010-05-20T06:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:40:49.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange</title><content type='html'>I had my first paper for the second semester today; and in about a week's time, I'll be done and over with my first year. The weather is not so bad lately. The one thing that bothers me is that there are these small pesky little green insects that flutters about literally everywhere. They are so fragile in the air that you can actually kill them by walking into them. Pretty much similar to a roadkill in the air. They just get stuck onto your hair, face, glasses etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being occupied by my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-examinations revision, I was more than happy to give them the honour to my friends who volunteered to cook dinner. Lately, my dinner "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kakis&lt;/span&gt;" have increased in numbers dramatically. Staring with two people, dinners at my place will now have at least 7 people. My dining room will be filled and there will always be the need to bring down chairs from the upper floor to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; the number of people dining. While we were all busy in the day with our own schedules, there is always room to talk about what happened today over the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was my turn to clear off the trash. When I was out in the backyard, I took a good look at my current residence. Soft orange lights from the energy saving light bulbs (that costed a pound for three) lit up the details of the cement pavement, while the distant chattering, clanking of cutleries and the noise of running tap water seeped through the door and diffracted out into the quiet night. The scenario was pleasantly familar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm living in a big family out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the things in my room are still arranged in the most artistic manner, I realised it really defines the type of life that I'm living right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473116057887890338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S_RqDozk26I/AAAAAAAAB7w/hRqug-OKb30/s400/IMG_15101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm glad that I chose UK over New Zealand :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: Nightclub city is addictive :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7235580450503408107?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7235580450503408107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7235580450503408107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7235580450503408107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7235580450503408107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/05/orange.html' title='Orange'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S_RqDozk26I/AAAAAAAAB7w/hRqug-OKb30/s72-c/IMG_15101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7828689554968253209</id><published>2010-05-13T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T02:53:18.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligation</title><content type='html'>There are some things that one should do. And there are things that one have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I last ran for a post in a committee. Today, I am officially the IT Director for Newcastle's Malaysian Society for 2010/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meeting more people lately. People whom I'd never expect that I'd get myself associated with. There are moments when you feel that the empty slots and spaced in life gets filled up. I told myself, "This might be it". There is too little time to be too careful with my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the new committee members whom I'll be working with for the rest of the coming one year, welcome abroad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7828689554968253209?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7828689554968253209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7828689554968253209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7828689554968253209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7828689554968253209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/05/obligation.html' title='Obligation'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-8064078230296803616</id><published>2010-05-02T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:16:05.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engines</title><content type='html'>The morning walk to the cluster was really refreshing. The busy streets on the usual weekdays seemed so peaceful on a Sunday morning. The cold Geordie winds were enlightened by a hint of sunshine as the grey clouds were chased off the blue skyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, inside the cluster as I listened to some really good songs that I have discovered unintentionally. You know how you get the goosebumps when you hear a really good voice singing to a really good tune. Their lyrics are so motivating. Just the sort of mood-lifting that I needed to clean up my Biochem mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, these songs were sang by Christian bands; and I'm listening to them on a Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 26 days and counting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-8064078230296803616?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/8064078230296803616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=8064078230296803616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8064078230296803616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8064078230296803616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/05/engines.html' title='Engines'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-8736998384912323166</id><published>2010-05-01T05:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T05:41:54.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pre-examination Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, I had my first trip to Fenham. A place where you can find Halal meats, groceries at dirt cheap prices, fruit and vegetable wholesellers and surprisingly, every now and then. you'd come across some dodgy barber shops; pretty much identical to those Indian barbers back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my schedule planned and I have less than 3 weeks to my First Year finals. However, I reall couldn't fit myself into the whole study mood. Hence, the excuse for going out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5z_Nnf5Pzc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5z_Nnf5Pzc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The current song on my replay list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just made me remembered why did I added DJ Earworm into my fan page on Facebook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Destress la abang? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-8736998384912323166?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/8736998384912323166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=8736998384912323166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8736998384912323166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8736998384912323166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/05/pre-examination-days.html' title='The Pre-examination Days'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-19696318596112659</id><published>2010-04-24T10:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:39:21.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, despite all the ruckus that arose form the volcano eruption in Iceland, my 4-weeks-long holiday finally came to an end. Everything back at home did felt a little different but it was something that I have expected anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change, and we move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 16 hours of flight plus transit time was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, I have never been this adventurous for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exciting 5 hour hike at Saga Hill, bathing in Sg. Congkak, reaching the top of Ketumbar Heights on our first try, 5 rounds around the the lake in Bandar Seri Permaisuri, a whole weeks worth of jogging, late night karaoke and alcohol sessions with the designers, meeting up with my highchool and college mates, Malaysian food,afternoon naps in the warm living room, Mah Jong and yum cha sessions and a lot more time to spend with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series of events felt like a ride on a crazy roller coaster. Exciting that you'd hope to stay in for another ride, but you know that you'd have to get off when it reaches the starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make it to Newcastle's Malaysian Night but its pretty depressing that I was really tired. Hence, I pulled out form the performances and helped out with random jobs like designing the itinerary and ushering for the event. Nonetheless, I'd say that this year's Malaysian Night was a pretty successful one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've missed a week's worth of lectures and 2 practicals, I've been pretty cool about it. A little too laid back I guess. Not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finally started my revision for a bit. But since this draft was saved for quite some time, I'll just finish posting this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S9a9avMbETI/AAAAAAAAB7I/4X8r90vBDeQ/s1600/Image1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464763464903495986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S9a9avMbETI/AAAAAAAAB7I/4X8r90vBDeQ/s400/Image1271.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its been a while :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S: I'm attending Russel Peter's show on September in London! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-19696318596112659?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/19696318596112659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=19696318596112659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/19696318596112659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/19696318596112659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-easter.html' title='This Easter'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S9a9avMbETI/AAAAAAAAB7I/4X8r90vBDeQ/s72-c/Image1271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-8992568599557812458</id><published>2010-04-18T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:04:55.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Midnight Rain</title><content type='html'>Like shards of fine crystals raining from the heavens above,&lt;br /&gt;Shattering upon its impact, without recollection of its original form,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only heard and felt, but not seen.&lt;br /&gt;It all felt like a dream happening too fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could rewind back to that very moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-8992568599557812458?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/8992568599557812458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=8992568599557812458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8992568599557812458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8992568599557812458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/04/midnight-rain.html' title='The Midnight Rain'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-713721431182572581</id><published>2010-04-17T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T17:00:49.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of the Lake</title><content type='html'>The very place where many things started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that I should've done but now I've regretted it. But I guess I'll let fate decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I'll wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right along the side, where the white bench sits under the shade of the purple dragonsnaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-713721431182572581?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/713721431182572581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/713721431182572581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-of-lake.html' title='The Story of the Lake'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6520239562383248655</id><published>2010-03-25T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:22:22.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>Upon my arrival back at home, there was barely enough time for me to catch a breath. All the meetings, gatherings and activities that barely fit into the 3 week stay made my return a little more interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Streamyx gave up on me so it'll take me a while to write a proper post. Till then, happy Easter holidays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Some things never change ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6520239562383248655?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6520239562383248655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6520239562383248655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6520239562383248655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6520239562383248655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/03/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7425305410389081212</id><published>2010-03-15T07:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:23:25.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I say</title><content type='html'>No matter how calm the ocean seems to be, the moving wind induces the finest disturbance, poisoning the tranquility without being noticed. Don't be fooled by the peaceful moment that you see before your eyes. For if you close your eyes, leaving your pride and prejudice away for the meantime, you might be able to see more that what your eyes tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, many things have been changing around me. All these while being away from home, I guess I have changed as well. Everybody moved on. You did, I did, everone did. We were all moving away from that very point of intersection where we once met. Slowly but surely, I felt the distance that was building up rapidly as time strolled its way along the axis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave and meet new people along the way, but I can't help thinking back on the time we've used to spend together. Lately, I haven't had regular sleeping hours. The small gatherings of crashing over at someones place, spending the night there, baking sessions, dinners, chats, PS3 moments and a perhaps a little bit of alcohol, made Newcastle a better place to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminescent and familar, but different in its very own way.It is moments like this that I long for. I guess its called a sense of belonging. Being in the right place at the right moment. I haven't felt that for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I reached the place that I currently stay, I felt contented. I saw the soft yellow lights emitted by the dim energy-saving lightbulbs, penetrating through the pink curtains on the top floor,while blue ones on the ground floor. I pulled out the key and stabbed it into the door knob, twisted it and gave it a hard kick, as usual, just to open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still some washing up left to do in the kitchen and the smell of yesterday's Tom Yam soup still lingers in the living room. I heard my housemates moving about in their own rooms and I just couldn't help myself to knock and barge into their rooms asking them what happened to them today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is no reason to not smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is no other place that felt more like home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: "Anyone with a head that big, is welcomed in my palace" - Alice in Wonderland(2010), or something close to that haha. I just find that line so amusing. Not an amazing movie, but definitely entertaining :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7425305410389081212?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7425305410389081212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7425305410389081212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7425305410389081212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7425305410389081212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-say.html' title='I say'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7625983045910290727</id><published>2010-03-05T07:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:32:15.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The River and The Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Really, pretty self-explanatory title. Finally went to the icon of Newcastle despite being here for almost half a year. So to speak, its almost half a year. My gosh, how time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 16 days till I get my ass back home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S5BCjfu-3bI/AAAAAAAAB64/GiyidzgW8sY/s1600-h/IMG_12851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444925127072341426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S5BCjfu-3bI/AAAAAAAAB64/GiyidzgW8sY/s400/IMG_12851.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I present you the Millennium Bridge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S: Spanish food isn't really my thing = =&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7625983045910290727?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7625983045910290727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7625983045910290727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7625983045910290727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7625983045910290727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/03/river-and-bridge.html' title='The River and The Bridge'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S5BCjfu-3bI/AAAAAAAAB64/GiyidzgW8sY/s72-c/IMG_12851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6828848602604380996</id><published>2010-02-27T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:19:21.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up the Bloody Umbrella</title><content type='html'>Today was the meeting with the other performer for the coming Malaysian Night. Not very impressed but he's pretty good in his own ways. His earring on his right ear and the three rings on his left hand was pretty distracting. Yes, he had something of more abundance compared to me. I think its self-confidence. Perhaps a little too much sometimes. There were some good conversations, but he made a very interesting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 20 to 29, this is when we start to fluctuate in life. The period of time when we would question the world and challenge the logic. While once we hit the mark of 30, we will start to stabilize because instead of questioning, we will start accepting the fact of how things happen in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain was quite as bad as any other rainy days in Newcastle. The umbrella was a bad choice to go along with the windy day. The curry chicken for dinner was almost splendid. The laughters we had after dinner as we put ourselves into our childish selves to play the game of coloured cards was an amazing idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the third day since I had a good night sleep. Today shall be the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well for today while the recipie for a Lemon cake awaits me tomorrow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6828848602604380996?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6828848602604380996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6828848602604380996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6828848602604380996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6828848602604380996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/02/giving-up-bloody-umbrella.html' title='Giving up the Bloody Umbrella'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-3860140895536736895</id><published>2010-02-24T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:16:50.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refractory</title><content type='html'>Today, someone unexpected dropped by my house. It was quite a surprise but everything went pretty well. 2 melons, 2 guitars, a bottle of red wine and a random lot of crappy conversations. I've found someone who shared a lot of common interests but we are yet so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was showered with snow from the merciless skies above, it felt like I was a little closer back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced through the picture of my Dad's birthday today. From a place where I'm so far away, I wonder if this was how it felt like to look over your loved ones if one day you were to disappear from their world. Everything would still move on, and I am nothing more than a fragment of their memory :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-3860140895536736895?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/3860140895536736895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=3860140895536736895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/3860140895536736895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/3860140895536736895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/02/refractory.html' title='Refractory'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6762486738269951010</id><published>2010-02-23T06:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T02:15:41.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Train Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4eQyUPxjYc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4eQyUPxjYc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to the Rifle Club for quite sometime. Ever since the December holidays started, I was busy preparing for my first Semester exams, and then came the Chinese New Year celebrations and the preparations for Malaysian Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took my first step into the worn out shooting range that still seemed like a stranger to me. Be it the faces or the rifles, they were the same. The air that smells of dust and gunpowder, the warm faces that felt so cold. I simply couldn't breathe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an excuse to escape the cloud of distress that filled up the small room where everyone gathered. I desperately went through the numbers, I felt like talking to someone I knew. "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat by the trees outside the warehouse. Chilling winds and the smell of fresh mud after a soft drizzle was in the air. Beyond the fences, people were shouting and running around in a match of football under the spotlights, as I remained hidden in the dark behind that barrier covered by a layer of vines. It was the same feeling when I first joined the club, when I knew nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boarded the the train and headed back home. It is just natural to feel so distant since I've spent so little time with them I guess. After all, I never did turn up for any of their socials. Maybe I should really make an effort to participate. I guess I can only put the blame on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train ride felt so short despite the number of times I've rode it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt as if my problems would unravel slowly as the train sped through the night, and as it takes a brief stop at each station that I passed, I threw a bit of my worries away, just so that when I reached my desired destination, I could've walked out of the train and looked up into the clear skies, and tell myself that "Everything will be alright".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Thanks to moments like this, I understood whats important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I guess I'll just have to try harder :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6762486738269951010?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6762486738269951010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6762486738269951010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6762486738269951010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6762486738269951010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/02/train-ride.html' title='The Train Ride'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-8584893295155790523</id><published>2010-02-21T04:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T04:30:34.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standstill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've wasted another day today. I woke up pretty early today thinking that I should be a little more productive but unfortunately, it was another day of practicing the art of procrastination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S4BFiszj1tI/AAAAAAAAB6w/E4nXMoQzQKA/s1600-h/Image941.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440424812308846290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S4BFiszj1tI/AAAAAAAAB6w/E4nXMoQzQKA/s400/Image941.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What are you looking at?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-8584893295155790523?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/8584893295155790523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=8584893295155790523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8584893295155790523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8584893295155790523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/02/standstill.html' title='Standstill'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S4BFiszj1tI/AAAAAAAAB6w/E4nXMoQzQKA/s72-c/Image941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1988434485102490451</id><published>2010-02-16T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:05:18.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red is in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year being the first time ever, where Valentines and Chinese New Year falls on the same day, makes things pretty interesting. For my reunion dinner, about 18 people gathered and had steamboat over at a friend's flat. Being exceptionally Chinese that day, we had a carton of Qingtao(renowned Chinese brand beer) and "Yee Sang" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting myself to feel homesick since its on a weekend, but I was so wrong. The weekends passed so quickly that I felt to reluctant to face the fact that I'll be having my 9 o' clock lectures on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us only had to chip in about 10 pounds for the ingredients but apparently, we've bought too much meat. That 10 pound worth of beef is simply massive! And to make things more exciting, we had about the same amount of mutton and chicken as well; not to mention the endless supply of sausages, crabsticks, mussels etc. This.. is what I call a real feast :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having steamboat for 2 days continuously, I think the remaining ingredients would've lasted us for another 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it up, all 18 of us who were present were actually singles. I guess all the couples were busy celebrating Valentines. It wasn't something we planned or did on purpose but the mere coincidence was something worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentines, I would recommend to stop listening to the Chinese stations on radio. It was awfully depressing and the songs that they pick for that day could've made someone jump off a tall building. Good songs but bad choices for that day. A little too much awareness I guess :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to really focus on my presentation for the coming Malaysian Night and pray harder since my first Semester results will be released early of this week.. or so they say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438653029040727970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S3n6HVyTJ6I/AAAAAAAAB6g/ZWf4g_c-JU4/s400/IMG_11791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; P.S: Happy Chinese New Year everyone :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1988434485102490451?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1988434485102490451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1988434485102490451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1988434485102490451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1988434485102490451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-is-in-air.html' title='Red is in the Air'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S3n6HVyTJ6I/AAAAAAAAB6g/ZWf4g_c-JU4/s72-c/IMG_11791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5586952504536571170</id><published>2010-02-10T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:46:47.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436408124670232626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S3IAYtUESDI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/EFd22gICPB8/s400/Image821+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hiding behind the shadows outcasted by the soft white lights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fear not of the light when I'm in the darkness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I fear of the darkness when I'm under the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5586952504536571170?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5586952504536571170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5586952504536571170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5586952504536571170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5586952504536571170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/02/fade.html' title='Fade'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S3IAYtUESDI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/EFd22gICPB8/s72-c/Image821+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-8691378693100738969</id><published>2010-02-05T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:41:42.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How long have I, been in this storm.&lt;br /&gt;So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form.&lt;br /&gt;Water's getting harder to tread,&lt;br /&gt;with these waves crashing over my head" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPjX7qNBWHo&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPjX7qNBWHo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cover is bloody awesome... I think its better than the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The current addiction. The tabs don't look so difficult so I'll have something extra to practice on now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My previous Chinese New Year plan have been shattered by my Monday practicals :( Sorry for the broken promise :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They'll be having a pre CNY celebration here, and I think this year's CNY won't be as bad as I have expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: The return of the white frames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-8691378693100738969?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/8691378693100738969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=8691378693100738969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8691378693100738969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8691378693100738969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/02/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5850758972166954902</id><published>2010-01-28T04:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T04:26:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waves</title><content type='html'>The feeling of being lonely is so similar to the waves in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So frequent that it hits and drowns you and how it passes by so quickly and disappear into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought it was approaching, and it was gone again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It repeats itself in a never ending cycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how far can one go without turning back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5850758972166954902?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5850758972166954902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5850758972166954902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5850758972166954902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5850758972166954902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/01/waves.html' title='Waves'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5046747363069342026</id><published>2010-01-22T01:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T04:32:37.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there you have it, I'm oficially 20 today. Its first birthday being away from home but there are things that really made my day. A message from Russia, phone calls from home, texts, msn greetings, facebook wall posts, and a handful who scribbled on the Cbox on this very blog, thank you so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemates surprised me today by singing me a birthday song and they even bought me a cake from M&amp;amp;S right up to my bedroom door. This year's birthday is somewhat.. relaxing.. I haven't felt such tranquil moments for so long. Everything seemed to have slowed down a little, leaving a time gap where I can just release the tension in my muscles while I just forget about tomorrow's paper momentarily and take in deep breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S1iY4Z5buoI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/rHs7J9aRY-E/s1600-h/IMG_11721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429257445587008130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S1iY4Z5buoI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/rHs7J9aRY-E/s400/IMG_11721.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to the twenties :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S: Bring it on &gt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5046747363069342026?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5046747363069342026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5046747363069342026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5046747363069342026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5046747363069342026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-o.html' title='two-O'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S1iY4Z5buoI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/rHs7J9aRY-E/s72-c/IMG_11721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-3445244650443971906</id><published>2010-01-21T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:03:59.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>永别了19岁的我</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S1dFTW8tbGI/AAAAAAAAB6I/Ey75inczVrI/s1600-h/IMG_11421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428884074698468450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S1dFTW8tbGI/AAAAAAAAB6I/Ey75inczVrI/s400/IMG_11421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;不知不觉，就20岁了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-3445244650443971906?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/3445244650443971906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=3445244650443971906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/3445244650443971906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/3445244650443971906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/01/19.html' title='永别了19岁的我'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S1dFTW8tbGI/AAAAAAAAB6I/Ey75inczVrI/s72-c/IMG_11421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5354823223870375917</id><published>2010-01-20T05:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:35:27.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Papers 3 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its been a while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit more to the finishing line before I wrap up the first semester~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S1YoR4PAe4I/AAAAAAAAB6A/Tq_5WdeWDgs/s1600-h/IMG_10951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428570688459930498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S1YoR4PAe4I/AAAAAAAAB6A/Tq_5WdeWDgs/s400/IMG_10951.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Malaria Lifecycle :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S: In a few more days.. Haih..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5354823223870375917?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5354823223870375917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5354823223870375917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5354823223870375917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5354823223870375917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-papers-3-days.html' title='2 Papers 3 Days'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S1YoR4PAe4I/AAAAAAAAB6A/Tq_5WdeWDgs/s72-c/IMG_10951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1663462777805876961</id><published>2010-01-13T09:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:19:47.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hear the Clocks Tick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plunging into the valleys of extreme dynamics. The ecstacy of the rhythmic beats is tempting the awakening of my insanity. The devil's provocation to strip off the brand new bottle is playing with my thoughts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 12 more days to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S00fG48BDpI/AAAAAAAAB54/X4ypYfrskQw/s1600-h/IMG_1092a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426027329275104914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S00fG48BDpI/AAAAAAAAB54/X4ypYfrskQw/s400/IMG_1092a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But till then, I have to keep my cool... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1663462777805876961?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1663462777805876961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1663462777805876961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1663462777805876961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1663462777805876961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hear-clocks-tick.html' title='I Hear the Clocks Tick'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/S00fG48BDpI/AAAAAAAAB54/X4ypYfrskQw/s72-c/IMG_1092a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5567715151870533831</id><published>2010-01-12T00:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:18:48.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Like Acid</title><content type='html'>For the past 19 years till now, seriously I never asked for anything in particular from my parents. Maybe its because I had it all to begin with. I never asked for more because I knew I was given more than what I was expecting for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I'm impulsive when it comes down to the point when my parents doubt me. But nonetheless, why wouldn't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its undeniable that the talking becomes so much harder than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted someone to believe in me.. And just when you said those words to me.. You never realised I grew.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Melon wasn't really my favourite fruit. Its just because you thought I liked Winter Melons, thats why I picked up the rolling ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5567715151870533831?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5567715151870533831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5567715151870533831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5567715151870533831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5567715151870533831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-like-acid.html' title='Its Like Acid'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-8123509592227631268</id><published>2010-01-11T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:21:58.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Tongue Twister</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Batrachochytrium dendrobatidis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O__O Its amazingly hard to pronounce it... and even harder to remember it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small part of what I have in Microbiologgy... FML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-8123509592227631268?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/8123509592227631268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=8123509592227631268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8123509592227631268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8123509592227631268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-tongue-twister.html' title='A New Tongue Twister'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-2295703006395987482</id><published>2010-01-10T09:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T09:29:43.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Night in the Cluster</title><content type='html'>Being slapped with 3 inches of snow and a refreshing blast of temperature at -10 degrees Celcius, walking outdoors is worse than what I have in mind. The broadband at home is being bitchy and the customer service isn't helping out too well I'd say. But thank God that there's a 24/7 cluster within a few hundred meters away from home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days from now, I'll be having my first paper. In 2 weeks time, when I finish the exams, I'll  start applying for a part-time job in the university laboratories. After 3 months of endurance, I started having my first packet of instant noodle. Since the exams are drawing nearer, I haven't got the mood to cook a decent meal. I also bought a bottle of good wine today to keep myself motivated throughout the exams :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been going to the gym since I came back to London but oh well, the snow kills my enthusiasm to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nescafe that I've just bought is not working as well.. I guess I'm pretty much immune to the Caffein now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another calm night in the cluster with the midnight oil burning steadily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the part where I leave my PC and head home, walking in the snow before I hit the pillows and sleep till the clock hits 12 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Life is good ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-2295703006395987482?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/2295703006395987482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=2295703006395987482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/2295703006395987482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/2295703006395987482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-night-in-cluster.html' title='Another Night in the Cluster'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-2171498474957068883</id><published>2010-01-03T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:50:59.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tune that I've Forgotten</title><content type='html'>This year, my new year resolution is just to enjoy and make the most out of myself. I've seen and heard too much from the people around me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through some videos on Youtube and I happen to stumble across a video of a kid with his Ukulele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6Akkmwz38M&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6Akkmwz38M&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when we're too busy doing the things we should do, we lose the sight of seeing the world through an innocent pair of eyes that we once had. Just like the kid, we ought to enjoy every moment we spend in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Getting used to the departures; I'll be alright :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-2171498474957068883?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/2171498474957068883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=2171498474957068883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/2171498474957068883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/2171498474957068883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/01/tune-that-ive-forgotten.html' title='A Tune that I&apos;ve Forgotten'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1732697522117006217</id><published>2010-01-01T07:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T07:50:26.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>The year 2009 took a step back as darkness engulfed the year away, leaving behind a spectacular parade and impressive fireworks performance in the city of Newcastle. Its pretty hard to believe that I've just finished my A-levels this year. Just look at where I am right now... Being thousands of miles away from home, I would've been drinking till the sun rises with my buddies with the tacky "dim sum" session awaits as the next thing in out to-do-list. It may not be the best "dim sum" but I love spending my time with the people I care that way. Fret about what we could've done, the next dinner plans, talk about the old times, discuss about our future etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really feel that I'm losing my touch, trying so hard to catch up from where I left off. I miss home, yet I miss the people I used to hang out with even more. Just to add salt onto the wounds, some of the "brothers" are leaving next year. The complexity of being stranded in between happy and sad is somewhat confusing. Faces that I know that I won't get to see for the coming years. The drinking nights will never be the same on the coming summer back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'm ready to accept the fact or not, my existence doesn't affect the way the world works. The Sun still rises tomorrow. People still live their very own ways. Everything seems so short-lived all of a sudden. Just like how a year have passed and a new one awaits. Its a repetitive cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, we won't progress from where we stopped if we don't take another step forward. Adoring the past while neglecting the future, doesn't change the fact that we're being stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty on the inside, but I convinced myself to believe that the warmth around me still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make believe that we will meet again soon someday and yet preserve the way we used to treat each other back then in those days that we remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, all that I have to bet on is to simply hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sz04LMj5SnI/AAAAAAAAB5w/z6pBW94IccU/s1600-h/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421551291425442418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sz04LMj5SnI/AAAAAAAAB5w/z6pBW94IccU/s400/IMG_0908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Happy New Year my dear friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1732697522117006217?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1732697522117006217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1732697522117006217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1732697522117006217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1732697522117006217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sz04LMj5SnI/AAAAAAAAB5w/z6pBW94IccU/s72-c/IMG_0908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-4981706848899562319</id><published>2009-12-26T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:30:22.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Water Bottle</title><content type='html'>Being the first Christmas in the U.K, I had so many unexpected surprises. All the way from gaining a new perspective of London, a peek into the world of chefs to the laughing moments of watching someone slip and fall as they step on the famous "black ice". I've been really enjoying myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met people who lead lives so different from mine and I felt that I've learned so much from them. While I was being quite withdrawn from certain aspects in life, they made me realise that its something absolutely normal. And in one way or another, I felt more... at ease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my first Christmas presents from people whom I have just met today and Christmas was never this warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time when I go to bed, the hot water bottle was miraculously replenished by someone who cares. Someone who was being to attentive to what I was needing... Someone who'd actually give a damn on what I was thinking about... And just along with that, I felt that I would've survived through the harshest winters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I got a box of Valrhona chocolates that I was longing for in one of my Christmas presents. Talk about coincidence :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-4981706848899562319?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/4981706848899562319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=4981706848899562319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4981706848899562319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4981706848899562319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/12/hot-water-bottle.html' title='Hot Water Bottle'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1546292777716761235</id><published>2009-12-25T04:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:05:33.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in London</title><content type='html'>This year's Christmas may not be as warm as the ones I had back at home; the absence of excessive drinking buddies, no parties to attend and most of all without the company of those familar faces that I ought to spend my Christmas eve with *if I were back at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But admist the solitude times, I've found a new place where I can belong. Somewhere in London where I know that if I were to fall down, someone will be there. Well, not exactly to catch me but at least I'd know that I'll have a place to tend my wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking through London a lot lately, and I'm pretty glad that I've chosen Newcastle. Newcastle is like the intermediate between a city and the outskirts. Plenty of city life within the city center but ample amount of green fields and fresh air around the place where I'm staying now. Although the tube is convenient, almost everything in Newcastle is within walking distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 3 days, dinner was magnificent. I guess thats the pros of having an Uncle who works as a chef :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1546292777716761235?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1546292777716761235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1546292777716761235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1546292777716761235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1546292777716761235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-in-london.html' title='Christmas in London'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-2195025093173556672</id><published>2009-12-23T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:34:47.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train and London</title><content type='html'>Board on the train and o hoy London~ here I come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a 3 hour ride from Newcastle and hell yes, its still freezing. The train got delayed but at least, I never missed my first train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: London bridge is fallin down because I'm heading there &gt;D Stay tuned~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-2195025093173556672?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/2195025093173556672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=2195025093173556672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/2195025093173556672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/2195025093173556672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/12/train-and-london.html' title='Train and London'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6972463859201059823</id><published>2009-12-19T13:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:34:07.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years Single Malt : Laphroaig</title><content type='html'>Words that felt so warm and comforting. Observations that could bring forth such accurate deductions. Tales of bruises and scars that he had taken since he embarked his adventurous journey that led him all the way here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an honest moment where everyone present shared tales of our very own lives. A part where in one point of our lives, we lived to regret, lived in dispair and moments in which we were all so proud of our own achievements. A refined view of the perpective towards life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate question... What were you seeking for in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be glad if you have been though the harsest moments in life. Stand proud of yourself, and move forth enjoying life to its fullest. Never let fear limit your visions and expectations and always challenge and distrupt the anticipations of life for yourself, and for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not the darkness, for in the darkness, you can always find the brightest light; but do fear brightness, for only in the brightness, you can find the darkest shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more so, another fine night of sharing the ups and downs of life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6972463859201059823?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6972463859201059823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6972463859201059823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6972463859201059823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6972463859201059823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-years-single-malt-laphroaig.html' title='10 years Single Malt : Laphroaig'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1619005735785014183</id><published>2009-12-17T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:16:17.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Talks</title><content type='html'>Dwelling and slumming in the PC clusters, its 3 in the morning right now but I can just never study properly at home. So happen that I felt ike blogging, so be it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping today and spend most of the day doing it. I never really liked shopping back at home, but being out here, you just have to do it. Turns out I don't really dislike shopping as much as I thought I would. I've picked up a squash racket for the first time in my life today and pretty much enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, instead of the usual "limau kosong ais", cider was the drink to accompany all the chattering throughout the night. Cider was never a popular drink back at home, but the aftertaste of having one here keeps me wanting more of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all the things that we've talked about, I've really had a very different perspective on life. We are all so different in many ways. The past is nothing but history, a memory. I used to think that I'd never want to travel back in time to change a particular event(if possible), but I guess I do have some regrets now since I've realised that somewhere in my life, I've been covering my footsteps with a trail of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really shouldn't compare people, because that is what made us special as an individual. However, it is a reality that people do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really do think that you yourself is so great, open your eyes wider, and take a look around yourself. There are far more people who lived their lives to a greater extent compared to ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all had opportunities, and the only difference that makes us different is how we dealt with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere in Newcastle, I've found someone I'd look up to and really respect on the way he lived his life. The magnitude of the words he speak of, carries so much of what I know so little of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he made me realised that I could've done the same as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1619005735785014183?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1619005735785014183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1619005735785014183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1619005735785014183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1619005735785014183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/12/late-night-talks.html' title='Late Night Talks'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-8639668908122113818</id><published>2009-12-12T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:59:54.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy</title><content type='html'>The winter mornings are still awful as usual. Its been the third night that I've been out with the people around me. The moments of chatting and Indo-mee sessions after all the dancing and drinking is somewhat inevitable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another fun night with just enough alcohol, beats and dancing. Getting slightly tipsy but still, keeping yourself sober; thats actually the hard part. Its funny how sometimes you feel really close to someone but then just realised that you've only known him for less than a month. And the drama is that that particular person will be leaving in 2 weeks time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its a part in life to embrace and let go at the right moment, there's still this tingling feeling of disappointment that plays around inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to further consider that more of this sort of departures will come sooner than I think, I really should learn to get a heck of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 别忘了这里还有鱼。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-8639668908122113818?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/8639668908122113818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=8639668908122113818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8639668908122113818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8639668908122113818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/12/heavy.html' title='Heavy'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6467468534426282505</id><published>2009-12-09T08:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:30:39.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web</title><content type='html'>People meet in the strangest ways.. Its a small world.. Seriously :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have an internet connection at home.. So I'll just update properly when I have it sorted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Haih.. a series of unfortunate events.. this week just isn't my week..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6467468534426282505?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6467468534426282505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6467468534426282505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6467468534426282505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6467468534426282505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/12/web.html' title='Web'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-8076469935848939314</id><published>2009-11-27T05:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T06:30:30.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Covers</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been meeting quite a lot of people in Newcastle. Asians mostly, and I felt a lot more comfortable being around people of my own kind. I do get along with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coursemates&lt;/span&gt;, but sometimes, I'd still feel pretty awkward. I mean they are nice people, but there is still, a small barrier that I'll need more time to break through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the people I've met, some clicked real well but not the others. They look like the cool and lan si guy you feel like giving a tight slap right in the face, but over time, they're actually not that bad. They're actually quite nice which sometimes made me realised that I really shouldn't judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the nights, they mentioned about a meteor shower appearing in UK. I never saw it but I secretly made a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like its becoming a reality :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sw7-RKTVS1I/AAAAAAAAB5o/uhXeuZ1smls/s1600/IMG_02641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408539773295217490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sw7-RKTVS1I/AAAAAAAAB5o/uhXeuZ1smls/s400/IMG_02641.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Kangaroo Burgers sounds good... Anyone joining me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I just bought 3 books! They're all Science related ^^ and they're not fiction &gt;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-8076469935848939314?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/8076469935848939314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=8076469935848939314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8076469935848939314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8076469935848939314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/11/covers.html' title='Covers'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sw7-RKTVS1I/AAAAAAAAB5o/uhXeuZ1smls/s72-c/IMG_02641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6979477360091139183</id><published>2009-11-23T08:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:06:51.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Move</title><content type='html'>After going through all the hassle with the payments for the new house, everything seems in place and I started moving most of my stuff over to my new house. Its pretty sad to be leaving Grand Hotel so soon... Although it doesn't look as grand as it sounds, I'm still pretty attached to this place after spending two months in this place. Haha the first day that I set my foot into this awesome place seemed like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very place where I managed to make my first successful carbonara (forget about the number of times I failed =__=), the first time I chopped a whole chicken and fully utilised it to make a variety of dishes, the first place where I made my very own soup, the first time I've used a washing machine that requires coins and washing tablets to operate, the first time I had a private shisha pot and learnt how to set it up myself, the first time a bulb fell off when i tried to switch it on and the first time I've made some close friends when I came to Newcastle all by myself. There are just too many memories dwelling within the building itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door that miraculously exist between the display windows of the bookshop which seemed so Harry Potter-ish; still amazes the people who never noticed its very existence all though it had been there for years. The busy streets that I'd always look at whenever I have my breakfast. The ubiquitous sound of clanking on the loose metal plate whenever a car passes by. The singing of songs I never knew by the drunkards walking in front of my very flat. They may not be the most pleasant experience I've had, but its definitely something that I will miss for sure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been real tough moving all my belongings over my new place. In addition with all the equipments (i.e broom, mop, cleaning agents, table cloths, duvet sheets, pillows, etc etc etc) needed to clean the house, trust me, its a hell lot of work... But I'm pretty happy with my new room too. Red carpet, soft yellow lights, black bed runners, white and black streaks on the duvet covers and pillow cases, surrounded by cream walls with a window where you can see straight into the kitchen of a group of Asian girls living in the house nearby ;P Just how much cooler can that be? &gt;D Yeah speaking of cool, the major drawback is that the heater is still not working well, and theres still loads of cleaning up and washing to do... I guess you have to pay a price to earn what you deserve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407097037550183554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SwneG40-5II/AAAAAAAAB5Y/82dd6CyoDG4/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yours truly :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407097040917429714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SwneHFXy_dI/AAAAAAAAB5g/oKZhmI0cBxU/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most prolly the last time you'll see my messed up room in Grand Hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: My new place is at Spital Tongues.. Quite a pain isn't it &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.P.S: I had a fucking awesome Friday night out... Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6979477360091139183?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6979477360091139183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6979477360091139183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6979477360091139183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6979477360091139183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-move.html' title='On the Move'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SwneG40-5II/AAAAAAAAB5Y/82dd6CyoDG4/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-3235555963661593466</id><published>2009-11-17T02:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:57:23.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week has come and Gone away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of warm sunshines and the humid air I never thought I'd miss home. Well, just a bit but yeah.. You get the idea. The weather is so bad that it started raining quite frequently lately. The worst situation you can ever get into is a heavy rain that comes along with a strong Autumn wind. Icy droplets of water pierces the surface of the skin, giving you the shudders and shivers while you're trying to walk and maintain in a cool manner. I don't know if its just me, but I feel weird if I were to bring an umbrella to my lectures. Plus, on the bright side, its quite refreshing to walk under the rain once in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and did I even mention, one of my coming practicals will be evaluating food which is part of a research programme that I'm also participating in. The only drawback is that the main focus goes around carrots haha... Its a funny thing to recall the series of events happening around me lately. Things just... happen... The time passes so quickly and the workload is always there to occupy the free times. I'm happy most of the time being here and I'm really grateful for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404777067279456354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SwGgG2FemGI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/7cSvbtCEEiE/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man, I really felt I've grown alot haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: 2 more to make it 10... &gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-3235555963661593466?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/3235555963661593466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=3235555963661593466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/3235555963661593466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/3235555963661593466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-week-has-come-and-gone-away.html' title='Another week has come and Gone away'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SwGgG2FemGI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/7cSvbtCEEiE/s72-c/IMG_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1370397631234455794</id><published>2009-11-14T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:42:52.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>话不能乱讲，照片不能乱post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么会变成这样的呢？&lt;br /&gt;他说因为我把他和一位女同学的照片放上fb，他的女朋友因此跟他分手了。。。&lt;br /&gt;难道真的是我的错吗？糟糕了啦。。这次真的内疚的很。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P。S：未免太过敏感了吧。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P。P。S：终于看见雨后的晴天了：）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1370397631234455794?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1370397631234455794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1370397631234455794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1370397631234455794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1370397631234455794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-3783989578298417451</id><published>2009-10-30T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:55:17.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiuh</title><content type='html'>For my previous practical session on Microbiology, we had to innoculate an apple and 2 weeks later, we sliced it open and cultured the infected areas. Part of it was to draw the diagram of the apple and record the observations. The thought of when I last drew a picture of an apple never came back in my flashbacks. I just realised how long was it since I first learnt the alphabet A, which is almost always associated with the phrase "A for Apple". I thought that it was easy to score for my practicals and I felt pretty confident in my lab sessions. But when the paper was returned, I felt a certain degree of disappointment as I thought the scores would've been better. But then again, I realised that I was so used to telling my friends around me that marks are not important which ironically, I failed to grasp the whole idea of it. I felt contented because I realised that I knew relatively more compared to most of the people around me. Some of them simply "emulated" the work of their peers and still got a higher score compared to mine eventough they never really seemed to understand what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks do not signify anything as compared to experience and knowledge. And I embraced this fact and took another step forward, constantly trying to keep up with the competition of walking a journey along a path that I chose for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't space out. There is still a long way to go, my friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Haloween is coming to town :) What should I dress up as?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-3783989578298417451?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/3783989578298417451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=3783989578298417451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/3783989578298417451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/3783989578298417451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/10/chiuh.html' title='Chiuh'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-4176277373724645773</id><published>2009-10-26T19:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:16:21.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Legs</title><content type='html'>I've been walking so much lately.. Been to the Beamish Museum on Saturday, which was quite fun :) Got to know a few more people and the night before the trip was quite a blast ;) The morning lectures for my IT module was crap. Nobody turned up for the whole 2 hours.. I could've stayed in bed and get some extra sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fiddling with the webcam the other day and took a whole lot of pictures &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWNE-aL99I/AAAAAAAAB4A/XDuVwnHfALQ/s1600-h/Image5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396874845085235154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWNE-aL99I/AAAAAAAAB4A/XDuVwnHfALQ/s400/Image5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ogre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWPEtivTpI/AAAAAAAAB4w/nNYx7TLCHRw/s1600-h/Image13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396877039580958354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWPEtivTpI/AAAAAAAAB4w/nNYx7TLCHRw/s400/Image13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sepia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWNFIvOYZI/AAAAAAAAB4I/Ve3SoNQNocQ/s1600-h/Image6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396874847857828242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWNFIvOYZI/AAAAAAAAB4I/Ve3SoNQNocQ/s400/Image6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crocodile.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWNFWMGX2I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Ztjag9RLNR4/s1600-h/Image7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396874851468599138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWNFWMGX2I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Ztjag9RLNR4/s400/Image7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blob &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWPEA1ShsI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/PHqkUlhfXzE/s1600-h/Image8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396877027579168450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWPEA1ShsI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/PHqkUlhfXzE/s400/Image8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swivel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWPEVnz4bI/AAAAAAAAB4g/zqsIIHeLtoI/s1600-h/Image10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396877033159778738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWPEVnz4bI/AAAAAAAAB4g/zqsIIHeLtoI/s400/Image10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brainy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWPEh3pC0I/AAAAAAAAB4o/dv6twApZ9HI/s1600-h/Image12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396877036447402818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWPEh3pC0I/AAAAAAAAB4o/dv6twApZ9HI/s400/Image12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Humpback! Reminds me of a cartoon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; but I don't know who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWNEn8I1zI/AAAAAAAAB34/zSM1nP3l6c8/s1600-h/Image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396874839053621042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWNEn8I1zI/AAAAAAAAB34/zSM1nP3l6c8/s400/Image4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396877368005269282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWPX1BMlyI/AAAAAAAAB5A/OFnwiwDch4c/s400/Image21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396877374534049394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWPYNVx3nI/AAAAAAAAB5I/EphKvWH18vc/s400/Image22.jpg" /&gt;Just plain me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quite a lot of things are coming up and I'm quite glad that I've found a house to move into around end of November. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: Confessions of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Narcissist &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-4176277373724645773?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/4176277373724645773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=4176277373724645773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4176277373724645773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4176277373724645773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired-legs.html' title='Tired Legs'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SuWNE-aL99I/AAAAAAAAB4A/XDuVwnHfALQ/s72-c/Image5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7574759458352207050</id><published>2009-10-16T06:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:38:06.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drizzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Newcastle is becoming a pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; place to me. The social circle is slowly, but definitely spreading out its reach. I never really felt homesick for quite a long time since the assignments and tests gradually appear as the course proceeds. I joined the Malaysian Society(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Malsoc&lt;/span&gt;) and the Rifle Club in the University. Attended the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Malsoc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deeparaya&lt;/span&gt; celebration which was pretty interesting but haven't really met the members of the Rifle club. I finally had my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cili&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;padi&lt;/span&gt; supply and to add on to the list of luxuries, my roommate bought a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shisha&lt;/span&gt; pot which I put in my share recently :) I'm not sure if its the chemicals on the flint or its just body rejection after eating, I felt quite uneasy after my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shisha&lt;/span&gt; sessions sometimes = = &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most of the times, instead of dwelling on the same songs I had in my outdated Music folder, I will now be streaming on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OneFm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hitz&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MyFm&lt;/span&gt; online. Although the time zones are quite wrecked, I still manage to catch a daily dose of Gotcha calls before going to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things are going well and hopefully it will be for the coming time that I'll be spending in Newcastle ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392959005216892370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/StejpGIyZdI/AAAAAAAAB3o/vYB5ZyKd9Fg/s400/IMG_9187.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The weather here recently is so messed up. Its been drizzling throughout the days = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7574759458352207050?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7574759458352207050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7574759458352207050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7574759458352207050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7574759458352207050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/10/drizzle.html' title='Drizzle'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/StejpGIyZdI/AAAAAAAAB3o/vYB5ZyKd9Fg/s72-c/IMG_9187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-23859000402627409</id><published>2009-10-08T21:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:18:05.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piled Up Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I'm getting used to staying in Newcastle now. The days really pass by just like that you see. Besides attending lectures, buying groceries, thinking of what to cook for dinner and rivising a bit while sparing some time on the guitar made the day seem really short. Tagging along with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.animeseason.com"&gt;animeseason&lt;/a&gt;, I don't get so stressed out or bored during my free times as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390225043416755250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3tHkxFLDI/AAAAAAAAB1w/0Sp3pWhSimo/s400/IMG_9080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first Shisha session in UK. By the way, my roommate took the picture so he was missing from the scene :) Back to the Shisha, I taste pretty weird with the woody taste and it was freezing cold out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390225038951182930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3tHUIZ8lI/AAAAAAAAB1o/iQv-o8FVG7k/s400/IMG_9075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bah, meet my roommate &gt;D He's not like what you think but he'll most probably kill me if he ever reads my blog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, behold the spam of random pictures &gt;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390225069721561538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3tJGwoqcI/AAAAAAAAB2I/zQoJXE5tiGs/s400/IMG_9091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random pic 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390225061106342386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3tImqm2fI/AAAAAAAAB2A/tk5rVYocntc/s400/IMG_9090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390225053473314770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3tIKOwF9I/AAAAAAAAB14/pB2qvzYe0OM/s400/IMG_9088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390226288081841154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3uQBgXLAI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/2guvDwtq6Sc/s400/IMG_9092.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390226296357294626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3uQgVYkiI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/lTXryrSXFB0/s400/IMG_9096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390226305539958322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3uRCis5jI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Jx7ZoyVFbk4/s400/IMG_9098.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;6. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227968766070354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3vx2itTlI/AAAAAAAAB24/9t_cvT61e2U/s400/IMG_9089.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227990139220162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3vzGKdsMI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/YkOpFU4exnA/s400/IMG_9099.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227982072658274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3vyoHPuWI/AAAAAAAAB3I/j-VEo7mvkr8/s400/IMG_9093.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227974354887378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3vyLXL4tI/AAAAAAAAB3A/P4w-SbYHjVM/s400/IMG_9094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two days ago, I dropped by at Revolution for a drink. Loved their Bison Grass Mojito but the Long Island was quite disappointing. Dropped by the club nearby called Enclave but barely spent time dancing. Just sat around and had another cocktail before we left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227995484958706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3vzaE_L_I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/EnKwXe8iGR4/s400/IMG_9126.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Chopped. Haha it was a good cooking series on AFC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390226316254565282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3uRqdQ06I/AAAAAAAAB2o/ENfiSl8JmNY/s400/IMG_9114.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ambience not bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats it for now. I joined the Malaysian Society in the University and they're having a Deeparaya celebration this Friday. Guess I'll update you guys when I'm back :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S: Did you know that "Bacteria" and "bacteria" have different meanings under the study of Microbiology? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.P.S: Blogger's being a whore with my allignments = = Fish it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-23859000402627409?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/23859000402627409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=23859000402627409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/23859000402627409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/23859000402627409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/10/piled-up-post.html' title='Piled Up Post'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Ss3tHkxFLDI/AAAAAAAAB1w/0Sp3pWhSimo/s72-c/IMG_9080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7714620111468276207</id><published>2009-10-03T00:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:52:22.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天黑黑</title><content type='html'>Its been drizzling in Newcastle since the mornings and the dark skies never seemed to move although the winds never stopped sweeping across the busy streets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haymarket&lt;/span&gt;. It marked about 7 degrees according to the weather report and yes, it was cold. The subtle moments of being alone in this very room was so vivid and sometimes I really wonder what have I got myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that I felt I was associated to for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;離開小時候有了自己的生活 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;新鮮的歌新鮮的念頭 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;任性和衝動無法控制的時候 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我忘記還有這樣的歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天黑黑﹐欲落雨﹐天黑黑﹐黑黑。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the best line was part of the last verse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;下起雨也要勇敢前進 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我相信一切都會平息&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388045961702746130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SsYvQUzFKBI/AAAAAAAAB1g/BkoYhI7mTp8/s400/IMG_90731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7714620111468276207?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7714620111468276207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7714620111468276207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7714620111468276207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7714620111468276207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='天黑黑'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SsYvQUzFKBI/AAAAAAAAB1g/BkoYhI7mTp8/s72-c/IMG_90731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7871698183968033340</id><published>2009-10-01T22:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:54:23.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up!</title><content type='html'>So you see, my Thursday morning timetable had only one slot which is from 9 - 10 a.m. Despite the fact that the modules I took sounds heavy i.e: Introduction to Genetics, Introduction to Nutrition, Biochemistry for Biologists etc, they are actually under the level of AS. And for today, the Biochemistry lecture was a recap on basic Chemistry like what is an atom, what is an electron, charge of an electron, types of bonds etc. Sigh... Genetics on the other hand is still all about Mitosis and Meiosis. I think my lecturer will need another 2 lectures to finish up Mitosis =__= While Nutrition is moving on to the direction of ATP, I think they will be talking about Kreb's Cycle later on. Fair enough, I'm amazed at the degree of detail and additional information that they provided me from the books within the reading list. And the fact is that since I've been here, I've been really hardworking! Trust me.. Haha I'll post you a picture as a proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387633224960597378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SsS334neXYI/AAAAAAAAB04/HA6lFQ8bvnU/s400/IMG_9023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Saw that thick book? You can only borrow it for a day from the library. And its the only book with a sticker saying "High fines for late return". Oh such demand =__= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's weather in Newcastle was exceptionally cold. So cold that for the first time, I felt the prickling chilling sensation on my cheeks. My breath was foggy as I exhaled deeply. Guess the weather will get worse as the days come by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387633711130214434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SsS4ULvWACI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/qvOFX4JuQP4/s400/IMG_9053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Smacked by a ray of strong sun from my window. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387633249784522034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SsS35VF9ZTI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Z7o2WLiAC6A/s400/IMG_9064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice picture for the day :) I know you all miss me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387633237673077954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SsS34n-XbMI/AAAAAAAAB1A/WD6-55flSQU/s400/IMG_9050.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Oi-Why-U-Take-My-Picture face. Just for a laugh :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S: Oh~ Wake me up when September ends! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7871698183968033340?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7871698183968033340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7871698183968033340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7871698183968033340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7871698183968033340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up!'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SsS334neXYI/AAAAAAAAB04/HA6lFQ8bvnU/s72-c/IMG_9023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5445516961811799143</id><published>2009-09-25T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:38:02.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first night in Newcastle</title><content type='html'>As a college student myself, it was a common dream for us to enter a University overseas. The moment before I left my house, I felt the ecstacy of being high. I wasn't so sure that I was leaving to study abroad all by myself. Once I reached the airport gates, the chill of the strong winds that slapped me right into my face told me that this time, its real. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but I can feel the adventure waiting ahead of me. On the way, I made a few new friends. 4 on the plane from Dubai to Newcastle, 2 once I reached the airport, and 2 more on the first day staying in my hostel. The weather was great, cold and windy, just the way I liked it. I loved the place I was staying in; being minutes of walk away from the faculty that I should be studying at, and same goes to the city centre. It took some time for me to adapt to the unusual environment I was in, but I think it was a decision well made :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzR3QAGXLI/AAAAAAAABzQ/yOSv-RGZOwY/s1600-h/IMG_8949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzR3QAGXLI/AAAAAAAABzQ/yOSv-RGZOwY/s400/IMG_8949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385410001546665138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From my window. Awesome no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzR3-w2QmI/AAAAAAAABzY/UAt-ltIn8QA/s1600-h/IMG_8952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzR3-w2QmI/AAAAAAAABzY/UAt-ltIn8QA/s400/IMG_8952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385410014099161698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right outside my hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzR4F0GbNI/AAAAAAAABzg/uTvlyPDDB7U/s1600-h/IMG_8954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzR4F0GbNI/AAAAAAAABzg/uTvlyPDDB7U/s400/IMG_8954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385410015991852242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool picture yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzR4hLCZiI/AAAAAAAABzo/OWON3k8R_wk/s1600-h/IMG_8956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzR4hLCZiI/AAAAAAAABzo/OWON3k8R_wk/s400/IMG_8956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385410023335814690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the memory of those who sacrificed for ther country. Or so.. that was what I remembered = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzR5B0SAHI/AAAAAAAABzw/cYuLYMGH8gQ/s1600-h/IMG_8957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzR5B0SAHI/AAAAAAAABzw/cYuLYMGH8gQ/s400/IMG_8957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385410032098738290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The nearest building with the logo = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzSCOEeFLI/AAAAAAAABz4/bB15tQqvrMk/s1600-h/IMG_8958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzSCOEeFLI/AAAAAAAABz4/bB15tQqvrMk/s400/IMG_8958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385410190006686898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol... Why is it zig-zag-ed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One random incident was that when I got the keys to my accommodation, I went out and locked the main door. Hence, with the keys given, I plugged it in and twisted and turned it but my effort was of no avail. I was confused and thought that maybe the key was slightly bent ot there was something wrong with the lock on the door still thinking of reasons why the door wouldn't open. Out of nowhere, a lady approached the door from the my back and scanned the tag attached onto the key ring and ta-daa! The door was unlocked. As she slammed the door shut, it was like me being slammed onto a wall of stupidity =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty busy day with lots of walking and lots of coffee but most of the important stuff were sorted out. Since the internet settings were done, I shall update my blog a little more often :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Americano with milk without sugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5445516961811799143?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5445516961811799143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5445516961811799143&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5445516961811799143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5445516961811799143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-night-in-newcastle.html' title='The first night in Newcastle'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SrzR3QAGXLI/AAAAAAAABzQ/yOSv-RGZOwY/s72-c/IMG_8949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6604878197483898955</id><published>2009-09-19T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:50:34.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still In Malaysia</title><content type='html'>To my dear friends who have not got the message, I have missed the opportunity to fly on the 18th due to the failure of obtaining my visa in time. In addition, with the Raya holidays right around the corner, I will have to postpone my flight to the 23rd. Which is the confirmed date~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well although I will be missing a day or two out of the 1 week orientation, I have gained a few extra days to spend in Malaysia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry to make you guys think that I've left for UK but things were too uncertain for me to justify a confirmed date before I get my visa. After all, I did mention that my expected flight date was on the 23rd. Its funny that sometimes things just turns out unexpectedly ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think everything was fated. If I managed to fly today, I wouldn't have met those two who were in the process of starting a spark in their relationship. Nor will I have the chance to get my hair cut that I missed today. Why rush things when you can just slow down and enjoy the process~ After all, I'm not in a hurry to leave anyways :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Somebody wants to bring me down on Saturday night? Bring it on &gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6604878197483898955?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6604878197483898955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6604878197483898955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6604878197483898955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6604878197483898955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-in-malaysia.html' title='Still In Malaysia'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-4380445625005366993</id><published>2009-09-12T15:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:04:50.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its About Time</title><content type='html'>The decision was made :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vX06LKn-Mw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vX06LKn-Mw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SqtVmGSfxzI/AAAAAAAABzI/C0eq1kcF5po/s1600-h/Ju+Piau+Khue+B4D6+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SqtVmGSfxzI/AAAAAAAABzI/C0eq1kcF5po/s400/Ju+Piau+Khue+B4D6+2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380488292835772210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Expected flight date on 21st September ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-4380445625005366993?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/4380445625005366993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=4380445625005366993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4380445625005366993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4380445625005366993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-about-time.html' title='Its About Time'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SqtVmGSfxzI/AAAAAAAABzI/C0eq1kcF5po/s72-c/Ju+Piau+Khue+B4D6+2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-4774046754480404954</id><published>2009-09-05T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:49:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postponed?</title><content type='html'>I was on a long hiatus because my beloved laptop is still currently on the verge of death, and I was busy spending my time within the factory lately. Just so that you guys know, the hopes of you guys watching me leave Malaysia may not be happening so soon. My Dad was admitted into the hospital this morning. Just when I came home from Poppy around 4 a.m. with a mere 30 minutes of lying down on my bed, I received an urgent call from my Mum. Dad was in the ICU. Its a rare scene to see my brother cry like that but I guess it just means he really loves my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there comes the dilemma when I'm supposed to be leaving in about 10 days. And with my Dad's condition in that state, things just doesn't seem to work out well with me leaving at a moment like this. The hopes of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do for a whole year when everyone had already started their courses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you guys will be stuck with me for the moment haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-4774046754480404954?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/4774046754480404954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=4774046754480404954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4774046754480404954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4774046754480404954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/09/postponed.html' title='Postponed?'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-4191460562980014975</id><published>2009-08-17T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:19:52.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complications</title><content type='html'>Things never seem to go smooth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you're ready to sit back and chill for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;Some things just screw up naturally,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanted these events to take place,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess its all out of our control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that I somehow feel contented,&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes being in the harshest situations,&lt;br /&gt;We can still laugh for the silliest reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy, I am happy, I am happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-4191460562980014975?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/4191460562980014975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=4191460562980014975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4191460562980014975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4191460562980014975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/08/complications.html' title='Complications'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6616289472138003828</id><published>2009-08-10T07:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:21:15.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Its unusual for me to wake up being in such a cold room. Buried beneath my warm, thick blanket, I should return to my slumber. Alas, the voice from the computer reaches my head when I saw the time on my phone that shows 7.30 a.m. I pulled myself out of bed and scurried my fingers across the table for my glasses. Yes, this is the moment of truth. In anticipation, I keyed in the Username and Password given in the very website I visited last November. Nonchalantly, the results were displayed in the blue window on the screen itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a sigh of relief :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanted to tell my Mum, "I nailed it this time! &gt;D"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6616289472138003828?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6616289472138003828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6616289472138003828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6616289472138003828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6616289472138003828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6420161513362951950</id><published>2009-08-09T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:35:33.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, Last day,&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6420161513362951950?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6420161513362951950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6420161513362951950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6420161513362951950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6420161513362951950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1474138789073003238</id><published>2009-07-25T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:15:18.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshmallow</title><content type='html'>I love the feeling whenever I put on my headphones. Unlike the speaker, I feel the isolation from everything around me. Its like indulging myself into the music that I'm listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a weird day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio played most of the songs that I liked on my short drive down to the city just now. Sometimes you just find the lyrics resemble so much about yourself that you can really "feel" it. Gary Cao's new album is good &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Smr2Gwu0KLI/AAAAAAAABy4/y5OxAeYqN6Q/s1600-h/Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Smr2Gwu0KLI/AAAAAAAABy4/y5OxAeYqN6Q/s400/Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362368902358902962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The marketing people are really good with his new album packaging &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally stopped slacking and I'll officially start working on Tuesday. Guitar classes on evening sounds pretty good as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Anyways, in case you're wondering, Marshmallow is the brand name of my Earphones. &gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1474138789073003238?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1474138789073003238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1474138789073003238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1474138789073003238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1474138789073003238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/07/marshmallow.html' title='Marshmallow'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Smr2Gwu0KLI/AAAAAAAABy4/y5OxAeYqN6Q/s72-c/Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6063449727062230179</id><published>2009-07-21T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:15:14.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am nothing but the contained water,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped within the boundaries drawn by the solid earth,&lt;br /&gt;The piercing rain eases the pain of suffocating within,&lt;br /&gt;The wild gale breaks my will to struggle and fight back,&lt;br /&gt;I am drowning within these lost hopes of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on where should I go?&lt;br /&gt;How should I get there?&lt;br /&gt;Will I make it out of this luxurious prison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am for quite some time,&lt;br /&gt;Being the stagnant waters within this lake of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SmXMsPfoaWI/AAAAAAAAByw/O3lRewxbgJI/s1600-h/Lake_Tahoe_by_P0RG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SmXMsPfoaWI/AAAAAAAAByw/O3lRewxbgJI/s400/Lake_Tahoe_by_P0RG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360915991899957602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6063449727062230179?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6063449727062230179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6063449727062230179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6063449727062230179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6063449727062230179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/07/lake-water.html' title='Lake Water'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SmXMsPfoaWI/AAAAAAAAByw/O3lRewxbgJI/s72-c/Lake_Tahoe_by_P0RG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7916797015930849753</id><published>2009-07-08T02:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:58:26.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long break it is...</title><content type='html'>Its fun when you can do all you want. But the fun ends when you do the reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out so frequently lately and got myself addicted to "World of Warcraft"&lt;s&gt;private server&lt;/s&gt;. While I'm my only hope on my application was as weak as the flame of a flickering candle fire, after everything I've been through lately, I am nothing more than a buoy floating aimlessly in the middle of the Pacific ocean. While the night stands still after a terrible loss in Mah Jong; slain by the Australian-returned friend with his accomplice, moments of sentimental music from the midnight radio which flattened out my mood to sleep, and the discovery of the deflated tyre after I've reached home driving it simply added to the sum which made this post inevitable. Seriously... FML...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will begin with what happened within this two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people overseas were back to tell tales of their survival and confessions on what happened miles away from out country ;P I miss the adrenaline rush during my first paintball game but not the kisses by the paintballs that left me numerous "love-bites" all over me. I have to admit I suck at sports but the recent gathering for a game of basketball was still great with lots of funny moments with the people from highschool. Went out for movies together with people whom I have not met for a very long time and did silly things together. Talked and have chats till late night until the reason for us to leave was the restaurant having to close to call it a day. Got myself into jams so bad that I wasted hours of my life inside the car. I miss the night on how we threw the birthday boy a pot luck party and is still amazed at how everyone survived that night without serious hangovers. I'm so proud of myself for being able to make mash potatoes with the recipie that was stolen from she who self-proclaims me as her second bf :) ; I failed at making the gravy for the mashed potato but unintentionally found the sauce that I think will go well with escargots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SlOSX5DCNbI/AAAAAAAAByg/TLXBopOCdCA/s1600-h/DSC05947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SlOSX5DCNbI/AAAAAAAAByg/TLXBopOCdCA/s400/DSC05947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355785321021846962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "kisses". I always tell people my bf gave them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SlOSXraTwOI/AAAAAAAAByY/P4IelTuUnOY/s1600-h/DSC05943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SlOSXraTwOI/AAAAAAAAByY/P4IelTuUnOY/s400/DSC05943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355785317361369314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silly enough? Seriously, I need to get a life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SlOSXVB2brI/AAAAAAAAByQ/u8vGsjv5qU0/s1600-h/DSC05939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SlOSXVB2brI/AAAAAAAAByQ/u8vGsjv5qU0/s400/DSC05939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355785311353204402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the basketball game. Yes, he's pointing at his gf while commenting on something that I've forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SlOSW8_TdZI/AAAAAAAAByI/9pe-OfH1ZXI/s1600-h/DSC05846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SlOSW8_TdZI/AAAAAAAAByI/9pe-OfH1ZXI/s400/DSC05846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355785304900072850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jam of the year... I hate Damansara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't it so much easier if life was like being a character inside a private server game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't give a damn about dying beacause you'll always be respawned. The exp that you gain is increased by X folds as compared to the original server. You still get to your buddies to join the game and go rape high level bosses with ultimate weapons and imba skills. All you have to care is fight with dignity and slay your enemies and fight for the pride of your race. Sit on magical beasts to travel around and live inside a surreal world where you're always on an adventure of exploring new lands and places that you've never been to before. You have the easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SlOSYP-p9wI/AAAAAAAAByo/-Q9qQATtBZI/s1600-h/WoWScrnShot_070609_003208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SlOSYP-p9wI/AAAAAAAAByo/-Q9qQATtBZI/s400/WoWScrnShot_070609_003208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355785327177496322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Screenshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, enough of the rantings... *reality check*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will never be this way. Time to get real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Time to get my ass to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7916797015930849753?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7916797015930849753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7916797015930849753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7916797015930849753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7916797015930849753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-break-it-is.html' title='A long break it is...'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SlOSX5DCNbI/AAAAAAAAByg/TLXBopOCdCA/s72-c/DSC05947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1344260111356836679</id><published>2009-06-27T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:26:04.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return from a Vacation spree</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from Pulau Redang and Genting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have no regrets going to Redang with the homies. There were ample snorkelling sessions, lots of beer and loads of fun at the dance floor in the pub when the disco night starts off. Everytime we snorkle out to explore the beautiful corals, I am so thrilled that I'm actually doing this. I made sand crabs on the beach too but never had the chance to snap a photo of them T__T And just moments later they were being trashed with large footprints and were washed away by the rising tides the day after. The sunblock failed me and hence, I am now so tanned that I look exactly like the time when I first came back from Rompin; well, without the skin peeling off that is. The were drinking games and kudos to Betsy for getting herself drunk on her first time drinking &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the soft white sand and clear blue waters of Redang, I am really going to miss you guys from PM1. It is just amazing how lame we can get and how well we can click on the right channel. Perhaps one of my emo-est periods of my life would be the time when we I departed off a different train back then at the KTM station. Watching you guys wave back as the train left, I almost sheded a tear, but I know that this will not be our last meeting :) So I will be looking forward for more gatherings after you guys settle down in your respective Universities ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, after all, IMU is much closer compared to Taylors you see~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SkXerQcVkkI/AAAAAAAAByA/qpikuhQ9p4Y/s1600-h/4759_120064129061_753594061_2985922_2374084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SkXerQcVkkI/AAAAAAAAByA/qpikuhQ9p4Y/s400/4759_120064129061_753594061_2985922_2374084_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351928566929265218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats me! &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went up to Genting a few hours later after I arrived home from Redang. The schedule was packed but it was well worth it. I loved the "Spaceshot" ride but hated the overpricing of the food and drinks. I didn't knew that you can get Mah Jong sets from the hotels. The aftermath? I have once again proved my theory that I shouldn't gamble this year =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping well lately and I guess I shall go get my nap now before meeting up with the girl who came back from Russia ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Betsy's theme song: "You spin my head right round right round.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: One more day until someone pays me Aussie dollars in Mah Jong &gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1344260111356836679?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1344260111356836679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1344260111356836679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1344260111356836679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1344260111356836679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-from-vacation-spree.html' title='The Return from a Vacation spree'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SkXerQcVkkI/AAAAAAAAByA/qpikuhQ9p4Y/s72-c/4759_120064129061_753594061_2985922_2374084_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1093967886858693809</id><published>2009-06-21T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:12:40.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers' Day</title><content type='html'>I was flipping through the photo albums this evening, trying to give my Dad a surprise by compiling pictures of that date all the way back to the days when I never even existed. As I was going through them, I refreshed so many old memories. The visits to other countries back in the old days, the happy faces of birthdays, the pictures of the brother and me when we were babies, people who used to be alive, people whom we used to be very close with and etc. There was one particular picture that caught my attention tho. I was a picture of me in my early childhood ages with a young woman whom I did not have a single clue on who she was/is. It was a total blank, but from the pictures, I used to be very close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at how different we look now as compared to a few years back. Although the course of time never did significantly change us, by tiny tweaks every here and there, the aftermath was astonishing. Some pictures of my mother in her early days where the photos themselves were starting to turn sepia toned were taken back in the 80s. Of everything you can think of back in the 80s, yes, there was the famous Afro hairstyle and shirts with excessively large shoulder pads sticking out and elongated bulging ends on the skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it but chuckled to myself as I went through 90% of the pictures. It is weird to say this but I can feel that the family really cares for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it that he thinks so very different from me, be it how we can never really chat together, and despite the fact that we barely spent time together all these while, he's always there trying to understand me better and takes cares of all my needs.&lt;s&gt;well usually its about the cash&lt;/s&gt; . &gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a fact that I was brought up in such an environment that the intimacy between me and  my father bare existed but as I grew up, I realized the importance of cherishing this bond. Hence, I did put in some effort to "fix" the condition. After all, its his genes that I have inherited you see &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fathers' Day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sj0keZiixHI/AAAAAAAABx4/SGnzrhsdGQA/s1600-h/fathers+day+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sj0keZiixHI/AAAAAAAABx4/SGnzrhsdGQA/s400/fathers+day+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349472037056463986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little something that I pieced together, printed it, framed it into a photo frame, and wrapped to be given to him later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: Its just so difficult to say the words "I love you Dad".. No? *senses a chill running down the spine*  X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1093967886858693809?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1093967886858693809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1093967886858693809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1093967886858693809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1093967886858693809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers&apos; Day'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sj0keZiixHI/AAAAAAAABx4/SGnzrhsdGQA/s72-c/fathers+day+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6642639079555460211</id><published>2009-06-14T14:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:08:03.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane's Farewell</title><content type='html'>And so Jane had left for Perth on Saturday, hence, a farewell on Friday night was held at Gin's place. Though its Jane's farewell, I just realised that I never took a picture of us =__= I only took pictures of the food &gt;D Well you can always drop by &lt;a href="http://thenatstory.com"&gt;Nat's&lt;/a&gt; blog for more details ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSd19jTflI/AAAAAAAABxY/salUo75kV0M/s1600-h/DSC05825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSd19jTflI/AAAAAAAABxY/salUo75kV0M/s400/DSC05825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347072207976889938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main course, Macaroni with Cheese. Good stuff by Fugz~ I shreaded the cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSd2LTchZI/AAAAAAAABxg/eiFIuxfEhtI/s1600-h/DSC05824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSd2LTchZI/AAAAAAAABxg/eiFIuxfEhtI/s400/DSC05824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347072211668469138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby carrots. I officially declare my hate towards Thyme = - =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSd2erUw7I/AAAAAAAABxo/Kj1Ym0P8sRE/s1600-h/DSC05822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSd2erUw7I/AAAAAAAABxo/Kj1Ym0P8sRE/s400/DSC05822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347072216868897714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mashed potatoes that tastes awesome &gt;D Not cause I mashed them but they really do taste awesome! Its pretty easy to make tho~ Now I can make them myself ^^ Without the gravy la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSd2Y5uzRI/AAAAAAAABxw/EXkWE9JiNzQ/s1600-h/DSC05826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSd2Y5uzRI/AAAAAAAABxw/EXkWE9JiNzQ/s400/DSC05826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347072215318711570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Longan in Sprite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: Jane says I'm "jahat"~ &gt;3 pfft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6642639079555460211?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6642639079555460211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6642639079555460211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6642639079555460211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6642639079555460211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/06/janes-farewell.html' title='Jane&apos;s Farewell'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSd19jTflI/AAAAAAAABxY/salUo75kV0M/s72-c/DSC05825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5155853141460439427</id><published>2009-06-14T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:06:47.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat</title><content type='html'>I visited Bon Bon on Friday~ Just look at how big he is already ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSbqXhbZ9I/AAAAAAAABxA/B5vpaIAxwkU/s1600-h/DSC05801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSbqXhbZ9I/AAAAAAAABxA/B5vpaIAxwkU/s400/DSC05801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347069809766655954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn manja = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSbqVPbRLI/AAAAAAAABxI/1ixDQnKpHR0/s1600-h/DSC05805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSbqVPbRLI/AAAAAAAABxI/1ixDQnKpHR0/s400/DSC05805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347069809154278578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this shot &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSbqkhRYoI/AAAAAAAABxQ/CMEbbVx4TyM/s1600-h/DSC05807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSbqkhRYoI/AAAAAAAABxQ/CMEbbVx4TyM/s400/DSC05807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347069813255660162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He like damn beh song take picture with me = __ =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: Haha I myself cannot stand the music in my blog.. I removed it &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5155853141460439427?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5155853141460439427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5155853141460439427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5155853141460439427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5155853141460439427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/06/cat.html' title='The Cat'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjSbqXhbZ9I/AAAAAAAABxA/B5vpaIAxwkU/s72-c/DSC05801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7056194180108782836</id><published>2009-06-14T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:52:20.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last BBQ</title><content type='html'>Its amazing that 18 months have passed just like that since I started college. I used to wish that we could all finish our A-Levels as soon as possible and live our own lives. However, being together for 18 months, its starting to get difficult to get over with the feeling that we will depart off from this junction and walk our own paths, and perhaps, we won't be seeing each other anymore in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We shall end things how we started them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the main reason of the barbecue a few nights ago. The food was great and the barbecue pit was much better compared to that of last year's. I loved the tandoori chicken wings and the mushrooms would have been a lot better with salt = - = Overall, I would consider it a success despite the overestimate on the number of people attending  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjR9AhzJ6PI/AAAAAAAABw4/iYFsIfWAXBo/s1600-h/DSC05810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjR9AhzJ6PI/AAAAAAAABw4/iYFsIfWAXBo/s400/DSC05810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347036105622022386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lighting up the garden~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Heck, I am irritated by my own music player =__=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7056194180108782836?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7056194180108782836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7056194180108782836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7056194180108782836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7056194180108782836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-bbq.html' title='The Last BBQ'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SjR9AhzJ6PI/AAAAAAAABw4/iYFsIfWAXBo/s72-c/DSC05810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-9112848570434189981</id><published>2009-06-07T16:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:14:33.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300th</title><content type='html'>The moment that I started off with this blog, it was unintentional that it would come this far.. Starting from merely a few posts a year, the blogging urge just naturally came in. Though it may not be famous, but it is a part of me :) My memories, my experiences, my emotions, a diary that recorded my growth and encounters that shaped me as I toppled, fell over, but yet somehow, still managed to get back on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, for always being there although my posts were crappy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VNHbWqtLY40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VNHbWqtLY40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"She Always Get What She Wants" by Prime Circle. The current addict &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Monday and its all over. A fresh start perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-9112848570434189981?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/9112848570434189981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=9112848570434189981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/9112848570434189981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/9112848570434189981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/06/300th.html' title='300th'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7778027120902726769</id><published>2009-06-04T00:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T04:37:42.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Years From Now</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have been obsessed with a new song by Eason Chan; entitled "700 years", in the album H3M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SiarwL___qI/AAAAAAAABww/n8uptuVAMMs/s1600-h/20090402_19e6c15f5cb95a512d22r3pE5oOzuaAf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SiarwL___qI/AAAAAAAABww/n8uptuVAMMs/s400/20090402_19e6c15f5cb95a512d22r3pE5oOzuaAf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343146852264967842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LLkaLaQL8s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LLkaLaQL8s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;700 years from now, I shall die and rot and seep through the soil and become the nutrients beneath the layers of earth under my feet today. One day, I will be absorbed by plants partly and perhaps if I'm lucky, some of my remains will be compressed into fossil fuels while on the other day, that part of me will be mined and extracted and burned and transform me into nothing more than air pollution. Oh, perhaps 700 years from now, we will no longer use fossil fuels as their purpose will be substituted with a modern alternative. Or perhaps 700 years later, the place once known as Earth will cease to exist as Global Warming has lead us to another Ice Age, just as foreseen in the movie "The Day After Tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it 700 years or not, the passage above is nothing but complete crap. But still, I'd appreciate it if you have sacrificed your time to read all this crap :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I won't know how will I look like after 700 years, but perhaps I can predict how will I look like after 30 years perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should keep that Eason-look &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Siarp8WLDNI/AAAAAAAABwo/BOLv_wRQzuM/s1600-h/%7E+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Siarp8WLDNI/AAAAAAAABwo/BOLv_wRQzuM/s400/%7E+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343146744983784658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a good laugh while I was editing it haha &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: I walked passed hell today... 2 more papers to go =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7778027120902726769?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7778027120902726769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7778027120902726769&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7778027120902726769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7778027120902726769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/06/many-years-from-now.html' title='Many Years From Now'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SiarwL___qI/AAAAAAAABww/n8uptuVAMMs/s72-c/20090402_19e6c15f5cb95a512d22r3pE5oOzuaAf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-3757304600844647970</id><published>2009-05-29T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:26:44.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sh_9mrZ8-vI/AAAAAAAABwg/J9J30LCyaqg/s1600-h/DSC05761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sh_9mrZ8-vI/AAAAAAAABwg/J9J30LCyaqg/s400/DSC05761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341266524013132530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 more papers, 3 days to go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: Still Breathing &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-3757304600844647970?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/3757304600844647970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=3757304600844647970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/3757304600844647970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/3757304600844647970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/05/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sh_9mrZ8-vI/AAAAAAAABwg/J9J30LCyaqg/s72-c/DSC05761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5224982437121766350</id><published>2009-05-25T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:27:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wa Piang</title><content type='html'>It was a great day today,&lt;br /&gt;There was "Roti Canai" in Majeed as breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;There was "Nasi Kandar" from Pelita for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;And I finally managed to finish off two seasons of Prison Break in 4 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these Prison Break brings in bad Car-ma...&lt;br /&gt;Someone broke my window T__T&lt;br /&gt;And I paid RM2 for 20+ minutes and a blackout in FTZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ShmBQflUR1I/AAAAAAAABwY/E0XLSB0Xzns/s1600-h/DSC05738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ShmBQflUR1I/AAAAAAAABwY/E0XLSB0Xzns/s400/DSC05738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339440953580341074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So nicely shattered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ShmBQXc-5WI/AAAAAAAABwQ/B4QGH67Kn3c/s1600-h/DSC05740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ShmBQXc-5WI/AAAAAAAABwQ/B4QGH67Kn3c/s400/DSC05740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339440951397901666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So flawless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a planned crime... So flawlessly done...&lt;br /&gt;Just hopes it rains less until I get it fixed... =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Bad news spread like Wildfire O__O No.. Make it Forest Fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5224982437121766350?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5224982437121766350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5224982437121766350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5224982437121766350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5224982437121766350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/05/wa-piang.html' title='Wa Piang'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ShmBQflUR1I/AAAAAAAABwY/E0XLSB0Xzns/s72-c/DSC05738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-4330340520589978900</id><published>2009-05-18T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:28:09.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ShFiTuwFT-I/AAAAAAAABwI/f7oqIuvwSWM/s1600-h/DSC05723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ShFiTuwFT-I/AAAAAAAABwI/f7oqIuvwSWM/s400/DSC05723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337155124517490658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 7 papers, 5 days ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-4330340520589978900?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/4330340520589978900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=4330340520589978900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4330340520589978900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/4330340520589978900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainbow.html' title='Rainbow  :)'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ShFiTuwFT-I/AAAAAAAABwI/f7oqIuvwSWM/s72-c/DSC05723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5864580732243381495</id><published>2009-05-17T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:16:47.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the Library ^^</title><content type='html'>Every second, the chilling aura of being inside the examination hall creeps up to my spine. Exciting but somewhat scary as well =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Piau went back to the college library two days ago to borrow some books for revision. Fortunately, although I did not find most the books that I intended to, I still had a good haul over a Biology reference book that suits my style of studying; all points form &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did settle down and flip through a few pages you see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sg-rFsaWE8I/AAAAAAAABv4/xPZZlMjFIYs/s1600-h/DSC05687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sg-rFsaWE8I/AAAAAAAABv4/xPZZlMjFIYs/s400/DSC05687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336672197766681538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I was distracted by these scribblings on the walls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sg-rFbt1l3I/AAAAAAAABvw/ZBSKklepf0I/s1600-h/DSC05689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sg-rFbt1l3I/AAAAAAAABvw/ZBSKklepf0I/s400/DSC05689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336672193285035890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I lost my concentrations to these scribblings made by a bunch of bastards and joined the dark side &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sg-rFjJIpOI/AAAAAAAABwA/WRO3eGaK7wI/s1600-h/DSC05692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sg-rFjJIpOI/AAAAAAAABwA/WRO3eGaK7wI/s400/DSC05692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336672195278578914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this is what I call vandalism &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: Oh, I just discovered a really good "nasi lemak" stall near Hulu Langat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5864580732243381495?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5864580732243381495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5864580732243381495&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5864580732243381495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5864580732243381495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-in-library.html' title='A day in the Library ^^'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sg-rFsaWE8I/AAAAAAAABv4/xPZZlMjFIYs/s72-c/DSC05687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6494046569259593566</id><published>2009-05-13T11:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:37:41.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illuminate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eefzx.deviantart.com/art/Shooting-Star-70080434"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sgo6NOZGM4I/AAAAAAAABvo/wUxGRTew_qU/s400/2f2988724c4f3dfc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335140707449844610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wished I saw a shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;Of intense, bright, crimson white,&lt;br /&gt;Across the sky, it made a scar,&lt;br /&gt;Enlightening the gloomy, dark night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: 5 days till the first paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6494046569259593566?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6494046569259593566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6494046569259593566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6494046569259593566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6494046569259593566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/05/illuminate.html' title='Illuminate'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sgo6NOZGM4I/AAAAAAAABvo/wUxGRTew_qU/s72-c/2f2988724c4f3dfc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5454278276237164343</id><published>2009-05-12T12:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:57:07.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Blues</title><content type='html'>Sigh, everyone on the msn list is studying on turbo mode = - =&lt;br /&gt;I wished I was kia-su -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got to try my best to keep up with the pace~ Its a good thing to have hardworking people around you. At least, they'd make you guilty enough to start revising~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, enough slacking, going back to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tenchi12.deviantart.com/art/Final-Exam-21313383"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SgkBRjFOHNI/AAAAAAAABvg/qJe7GryGY88/s400/The_End____by_Tenchi12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334796634583604434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: The end is near~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5454278276237164343?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5454278276237164343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5454278276237164343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5454278276237164343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5454278276237164343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam-blues.html' title='Exam Blues'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SgkBRjFOHNI/AAAAAAAABvg/qJe7GryGY88/s72-c/The_End____by_Tenchi12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1737728094849745952</id><published>2009-05-06T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:02:26.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember &amp; Not Knowing</title><content type='html'>I had my IELTS speaking today. Was pretty good overall but I think I kind of screwed up the impromptu part with a few ers and pauses =__= Anyways, I am looking forward for the Writing, Reading and Listening part on this Saturday~ Haih.. Saturday also need to go college, 8 a.m. dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, my A-Levels course is coming to an end T__T There were times when I was really looking forward to end this once and for all, but then whenever the thoughts on how the usual bunch of friends won't be around you anymore, there is this sour feeling that smacks you on the face, throwing a pinch of sorrow to make you feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, life has to move on, no?&lt;br /&gt;One of the best quotes that I've heard from a movie was "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life first, things second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" in a Singaporean film, "Hainanese Chicken Rice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I think there would be two songs worthy to be mentioned here~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, "記得" by A-Mei to represent the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iALMJWLLFqI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iALMJWLLFqI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Knowing, "不懂" by JJ to signify the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLvExna4-ws&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLvExna4-ws&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever bother to play it, both melodies sound the same but are written with different lyrics. &lt;s&gt;Of course same la! JJ wrote the song la!&lt;/s&gt; The different lyrics delivered a whole new meaning to the song~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm turning old too~ Fingers crossed for everything that I need to apply for a University in UK &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am 19 going on 20~ &lt;/span&gt;wtfish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1737728094849745952?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1737728094849745952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1737728094849745952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1737728094849745952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1737728094849745952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/05/remember-not-knowing.html' title='Remember &amp; Not Knowing'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5446175154570754921</id><published>2009-04-29T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:39:26.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resolution</title><content type='html'>You know, its good to keep things the way they are for a moment and slowly sort things out; keeping your cool that is. I think I've done enough being upset about what happened, and the fact that I should accept the way things are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's done is done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Bon Bon found its niche and I should really learn how to let go of things. Its the right time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once, when Bon Bon was about two to three months old, I used to talk to him quite often. I still remembered that I really hoped that Bon Bon will learn to survive on its own. He had a bad start, and I hoped that he'd get a better life later on. He finally learned how to catch rats now. He's grown bigger and stronger. He's doing well and I believe the people there will take good care of him, since he did a remarkable job and gave everyone a shock by catching and killing 20+ rats on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps accepting what happened and forgiving the people who caused your torment would be the best way to settle things down. At least, I'd be happier that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt immature on my reactions when I think back, but then again, I'm still young at heart. What to do :) Well, not like I'm that old anyways~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SfhHDhLxhXI/AAAAAAAABvY/xJBu_Z1VR0Q/s1600-h/DSC05644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SfhHDhLxhXI/AAAAAAAABvY/xJBu_Z1VR0Q/s400/DSC05644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330088284765914482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Thanks to all who gave your concerns :) And sorry Alex =__= I kinda spoilt your plan to go to Lee Hom's concert..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5446175154570754921?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5446175154570754921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5446175154570754921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5446175154570754921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5446175154570754921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/04/resolution.html' title='The Resolution'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SfhHDhLxhXI/AAAAAAAABvY/xJBu_Z1VR0Q/s72-c/DSC05644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-5972134902696343326</id><published>2009-04-28T00:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:03:00.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>You know what? A moment ago I was really overwhelmed by anger. I was very disappointed. About 2 months ago, when Bon Bon started went missing, I was curious why he did not come back. Part of me told myself that it has something to do with the people who live under the same roof as I do. But yet, I cleared that thought quickly, not wanting to tatter their image; and most of all, I did not have any evidence. Hence, I cleared the doubt that they were the ones who abducted Bon Bon and threw him away into the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once, I was really depressed... Day after day, I waited for the furball to come home, but alas, I always ended up with a sigh of disappointment. I felt weird not having to see him greet me whenever I'm home, I'm not used to not hearing him meow outside my room requesting for the door to be opened for him, I wasn't used to how he's not there to wake me every morning pushing me with his tiny paws on my face demanding for his breakfast, how he would play by himself in the most amusing way, and most of all, how he would do all sorts of things to get my attention. He was there, but now he's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to question myself again and I spoke to myself; if Bon Bon was really missing or got caught up in an accident, I hope that I'd never find his body, just to console myself that he's still around. But if, if he was really gone because of my family members, I rather not know anything at all because I know I will learn to hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, just a moment ago, my brother called me and told me he saw Bon Bon. I was excited but this excitement was very well short-lived. I asked him where is he? And he told me he saw him at my parents shop. Instantly, I knew what I was going to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Granny ordered workers to catch Bon Bon and throw him into the streets, but Mum told the workers to retrieve him and took care of him. I was grateful that at least my Mum had a sense of humanity but then, here comes the conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the nights, after Bon Bon went missing for a few days, she asked me if I've seen Bon Bon. Casually I told her no, and I told her that I suspected that perhaps he might have got caught up in an accident or got cat-napped by someone else. Her response was quick and like all typical Chinese, she said, "Choi, don't say anything bad. Perhaps he's safe." I was glad during that moment when I thought at least my Mum would understand how much I have poured in my feelings towards that furball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after getting the message from my brother, my blood really boiled. I wanted to knock on the doors where Mum and Dad were sleeping and confront them. I wanted to face my Granny and ask her if she knew where Bon Bon was in a sarcastic tone and shoot her right in the face. I wanted to really make a big fuss out of it and throw my temper around because they lied to me. They faked and put up little acts to console me. I really believed that they wouldn't do such things but reality has proven me wrong.  I opened my door and walked up to my parents door, wanting to wake them up, but then I did not. I need to sort this out rationally. Confronting them now wouldn't make a difference, and it would seem only to worsen then matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really confused.. To get the cat back or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did not want to hate them, but whenever I think back on how they put up their pathetic acts that really persuaded me to believe them, I just couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what you call a family? All lies and that bullshit superstitions? Does it have to do with my cat for my Dad being sick or Granny for not getting her lotteries? Did I even ask for extra pocket money to buy everything I need for the cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who took the cat and got it vaccinated, I was the one who took cared of him and yet I was the one who was being kept away from the truth of his disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, very nice people I have living with me. Great~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I could forgive someone easily, but yet, you tell me now, how can I forgive them after all that they've put me through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SfXiTouFZ7I/AAAAAAAABvQ/BIbcbWu_B6Q/s1600-h/DSC051311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SfXiTouFZ7I/AAAAAAAABvQ/BIbcbWu_B6Q/s400/DSC051311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329414561038952370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: A month or so ago, I was so sure that Bon Bon was gone.. I was trying to write a perfect post on how much he meant to me... And now you tell me he's alive... what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-5972134902696343326?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/5972134902696343326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=5972134902696343326&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5972134902696343326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/5972134902696343326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/04/conspiracy.html' title='The Conspiracy'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SfXiTouFZ7I/AAAAAAAABvQ/BIbcbWu_B6Q/s72-c/DSC051311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-318980272851643853</id><published>2009-04-26T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:54:54.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube: The Addiction =__=</title><content type='html'>You know, for the past few days, I've been browsing through so many videos featuring snippets of "Britain's Got Talent" on Youtube. Slowly, the range was extended to "America's Got Talent" and "The X Factor". I was so unaware that I've been browsing them for such a long time until my stomach actually reminded me what time it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I really liked George Sampson's dance routine in the Finals and I think he deserved to win it. So original and so full of energy! Who cares if its the same routine he performed during the Semi Finals? I watched the same video 6 times straight and still find it amazing =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TKKdvyTd4rg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TKKdvyTd4rg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George Sampson dancing to a remix version of "Dancing in the Rain" by "Mint Royale".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well it is amazing to watch people who join such competitions have their lives changed completely after winning. Perhaps a dreams really do come true; provided with the right opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I don't think I can attend Wang Lee Hom's concert  T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-318980272851643853?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/318980272851643853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=318980272851643853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/318980272851643853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/318980272851643853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/04/youtube-addiction.html' title='Youtube: The Addiction =__='/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7662865303040680766</id><published>2009-04-19T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:21:38.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Out</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was supposed to be all about drinking fruit juices with a touch of western delights and a good long chat with friends you haven't been meeting for a long time at "Kaki Corner"; not until a few suggested a second round at our usual hangout spot in CW's basement &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SesyxyBJILI/AAAAAAAABu8/Tf1fY_YbF-4/s1600-h/DSC05541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SesyxyBJILI/AAAAAAAABu8/Tf1fY_YbF-4/s400/DSC05541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326406815117287602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was a little too punctual and everyone wasn't there yet =__= So camwhore inside the car lah.. O_O Super thin lor from this angle! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the usual Vodka or Bacardi, we had Dry Gin this time. With a mere extra 7% compared to the 40% Bacardi, the aftermath had shown that it is significantly different =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those last 4 shots continuously was quite a pain but it did made me a little tipsy last night..&lt;br /&gt;At least, it was a night with lots of laughs and giggles that lasted till 5 a.m. For the first time, nobody hangover-ed as everyone knew their limits from our past experiences &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sesyxuf0vFI/AAAAAAAABus/BEoNIodDibI/s1600-h/DSC05551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sesyxuf0vFI/AAAAAAAABus/BEoNIodDibI/s400/DSC05551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326406814172232786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michelle and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sesyx-S8OhI/AAAAAAAABu0/Xp52gj0krfY/s1600-h/DSC05548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sesyx-S8OhI/AAAAAAAABu0/Xp52gj0krfY/s400/DSC05548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326406818413165074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex and I. Oh, the second time he survived on our alcohol nights! &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: I didn't knew 7% would make such a difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7662865303040680766?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7662865303040680766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7662865303040680766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7662865303040680766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7662865303040680766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-out.html' title='Night Out'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SesyxyBJILI/AAAAAAAABu8/Tf1fY_YbF-4/s72-c/DSC05541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6256921693391993842</id><published>2009-04-17T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:55:14.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Seh69Te-U8I/AAAAAAAABuc/kigEDT8G5sw/s1600-h/DSC05513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Seh69Te-U8I/AAAAAAAABuc/kigEDT8G5sw/s400/DSC05513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325641752986407874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst night on the beginning of my holidays,&lt;br /&gt;The immense pain in my brains that I've never felt before,&lt;br /&gt;The prolonged hours of facing the square monitor,&lt;br /&gt;The almost impossible 10th question in the EUCLID math competition,&lt;br /&gt;The not so good "Ging Dou Pai Kuat Fan" in AC,&lt;br /&gt;The awkward meeting with the illegal DVD seller who never knew what was "Wolverine",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, its been two weeks~ How fast can time fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6256921693391993842?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6256921693391993842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6256921693391993842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6256921693391993842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6256921693391993842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/04/sparks.html' title='Sparks'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Seh69Te-U8I/AAAAAAAABuc/kigEDT8G5sw/s72-c/DSC05513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-8261703905040607296</id><published>2009-04-11T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:52:35.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>为什么就是要每都这样?&lt;br /&gt;难道有权有世你就可以为控制一切吗?&lt;br /&gt;你有没有想过我的感受呢?&lt;br /&gt;我不想在别人的眼中做一位要依靠某人才能成功的人...&lt;br /&gt;为什么我就不可以用自己的努力和坚持来证明自己呢?&lt;br /&gt;我知道你是不想我受苦和委屈,&lt;br /&gt;但这样下去, 我该到何时才能懂得独立和增长呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我已不是个小孩了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我承担自己的责任好吗?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-8261703905040607296?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/8261703905040607296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=8261703905040607296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8261703905040607296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/8261703905040607296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/04/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6029361641818450395</id><published>2009-04-08T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:58:33.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill : Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdyRMaVB5KI/AAAAAAAABuU/L64cy0QplHk/s1600-h/DSC05512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdyRMaVB5KI/AAAAAAAABuU/L64cy0QplHk/s400/DSC05512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322288502057067682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: The magic of Bird Nest O__O I cured my sore throat! ^___________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6029361641818450395?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6029361641818450395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6029361641818450395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6029361641818450395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6029361641818450395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/04/chill-part-2.html' title='Chill : Part 2'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdyRMaVB5KI/AAAAAAAABuU/L64cy0QplHk/s72-c/DSC05512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-932892380683440471</id><published>2009-04-07T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:34:44.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdpK1iDDjAI/AAAAAAAABuM/NtdjpgqUN4E/s1600-h/DSC05508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdpK1iDDjAI/AAAAAAAABuM/NtdjpgqUN4E/s400/DSC05508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321648193224805378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relax~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: There is no need for words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-932892380683440471?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/932892380683440471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=932892380683440471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/932892380683440471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/932892380683440471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/04/chill.html' title='Chill'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdpK1iDDjAI/AAAAAAAABuM/NtdjpgqUN4E/s72-c/DSC05508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6360412517747229426</id><published>2009-04-05T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:30:45.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ching Meng</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdjN4DvEPkI/AAAAAAAABuE/3E4eiGwKL7E/s1600-h/DSC05469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdjN4DvEPkI/AAAAAAAABuE/3E4eiGwKL7E/s400/DSC05469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321229322697326146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The darkness when it is still 5.30 a.m in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdjN3_pXLHI/AAAAAAAABt8/O53lwIop5yI/s1600-h/DSC05471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdjN3_pXLHI/AAAAAAAABt8/O53lwIop5yI/s400/DSC05471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321229321599659122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The so called "party" or "open house".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdjN3nIXMWI/AAAAAAAABt0/_ZzoxwuQbHU/s1600-h/DSC05477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdjN3nIXMWI/AAAAAAAABt0/_ZzoxwuQbHU/s400/DSC05477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321229315018797410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautiful skies as the sun rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ones that we loved and lost,&lt;br /&gt;Recalling memories of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6360412517747229426?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6360412517747229426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6360412517747229426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6360412517747229426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6360412517747229426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/04/ching-meng.html' title='Ching Meng'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdjN4DvEPkI/AAAAAAAABuE/3E4eiGwKL7E/s72-c/DSC05469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-122741977962547660</id><published>2009-04-03T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:10:14.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A delightful day after trials followed by a movie of "Pantas dan Garang 4", sessions in FTZ and steamboat buffet at Yuen's. Sounds tiring but suprisingly not ^^ I'm in top form today! HYPER SIAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdYjJfcqBkI/AAAAAAAABts/j_uq_xmdW-Q/s1600-h/DSC05463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdYjJfcqBkI/AAAAAAAABts/j_uq_xmdW-Q/s400/DSC05463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320478655752308290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Futsal with the guys and Denisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdYjJNNQ40I/AAAAAAAABtk/IFKTB7jEG1g/s1600-h/DSC05467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdYjJNNQ40I/AAAAAAAABtk/IFKTB7jEG1g/s400/DSC05467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320478650855908162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three musketeers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 2 weeks holidays~ WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-122741977962547660?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/122741977962547660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=122741977962547660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/122741977962547660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/122741977962547660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweat.html' title='Sweat'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdYjJfcqBkI/AAAAAAAABts/j_uq_xmdW-Q/s72-c/DSC05463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7011467300541887733</id><published>2009-04-01T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:05:44.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdN0erqPeRI/AAAAAAAABtc/UP7sr815Its/s1600-h/kugan+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdN0erqPeRI/AAAAAAAABtc/UP7sr815Its/s400/kugan+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319723655319484690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best April Fool prank by far =__=&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Dhass was the mastermind :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I really felt sorry for Kugan, the victim, ZY, Michelle and most of all, our dearest Physics teacher...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7011467300541887733?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7011467300541887733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7011467300541887733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7011467300541887733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7011467300541887733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdN0erqPeRI/AAAAAAAABtc/UP7sr815Its/s72-c/kugan+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-6436427031363566649</id><published>2009-03-31T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:53:16.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silhouette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdIpFhmdnsI/AAAAAAAABtU/NEFo6dDDbcw/s1600-h/DSC05436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdIpFhmdnsI/AAAAAAAABtU/NEFo6dDDbcw/s400/DSC05436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319359284773756610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Images of the world I see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filtered by these shades of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Of lustrous black and ivory white,&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing the gentle trail of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-6436427031363566649?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/6436427031363566649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=6436427031363566649&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6436427031363566649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/6436427031363566649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/03/silhouette.html' title='Silhouette'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/SdIpFhmdnsI/AAAAAAAABtU/NEFo6dDDbcw/s72-c/DSC05436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7317406572131956350</id><published>2009-03-29T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:18:11.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glisten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sc9YRsBzOWI/AAAAAAAABtM/hmZ90McWCo8/s1600-h/DSC05433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sc9YRsBzOWI/AAAAAAAABtM/hmZ90McWCo8/s400/DSC05433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318566745847576930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7317406572131956350?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7317406572131956350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7317406572131956350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7317406572131956350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7317406572131956350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/03/glisten.html' title='Glisten'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/Sc9YRsBzOWI/AAAAAAAABtM/hmZ90McWCo8/s72-c/DSC05433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-7306900823906193093</id><published>2009-03-28T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:12:52.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the Blue Notes</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep and I am tired. Restless is the word. I played throughout the day, celebrating the smell of death over the horrible Chemistry Paper 4. There wasn't any sense of satiscfaction be it winning or losing. All that is present is the dark aura of negative emotions hovering over me. I opened the music folder and clicked on a few of Yiruma's songs. Without hesitation, the player responded by emitting a wave of depressing notes. How influential is the power of music I thought. It really did hit the right spot this time, just at the right moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep Piau :)&lt;br /&gt;You still need to send your cousin to school in another 4 hours time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-7306900823906193093?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/7306900823906193093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=7306900823906193093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7306900823906193093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/7306900823906193093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/03/hitting-blue-notes.html' title='Hitting the Blue Notes'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-2523506494243137472</id><published>2009-03-27T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:00:21.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tetrahedral Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ScyVkpnyB7I/AAAAAAAABtE/uj3upBMS1g0/s1600-h/DSC05459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ScyVkpnyB7I/AAAAAAAABtE/uj3upBMS1g0/s400/DSC05459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317789716898252722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask me why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-2523506494243137472?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/2523506494243137472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=2523506494243137472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/2523506494243137472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/2523506494243137472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/03/tetrahedral-tale.html' title='The Tetrahedral Tale'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ScyVkpnyB7I/AAAAAAAABtE/uj3upBMS1g0/s72-c/DSC05459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10276767.post-1226092762720238881</id><published>2009-03-21T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:18:50.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soft whispers, I heard them calling my name,&lt;br /&gt;Vicious eyes, staring from the corners engulfed by darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Silent yet audible noises of creaking footsteps,&lt;br /&gt;Diffracting into my room; behind the doors that hid me,&lt;br /&gt;The papers flickered wildly as if raged,&lt;br /&gt;By the fan with its infamous violent gale,&lt;br /&gt;Scribble, scribble, scribble,&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop the pencil as it wrote a story of its own,&lt;br /&gt;Lines and lines of numbers and words,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ScTnI7O3oNI/AAAAAAAABss/z6sVRXGk2sk/s1600-h/DSC054281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ScTnI7O3oNI/AAAAAAAABss/z6sVRXGk2sk/s400/DSC054281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315627600729055442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ScTnJRnPywI/AAAAAAAABs8/yvfe1ahXizk/s1600-h/DSC054271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ScTnJRnPywI/AAAAAAAABs8/yvfe1ahXizk/s400/DSC054271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315627606736882434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ScTnI7O3oNI/AAAAAAAABss/z6sVRXGk2sk/s1600-h/DSC054281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ScTnI7O3oNI/AAAAAAAABss/z6sVRXGk2sk/s400/DSC054281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315627600729055442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or am I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Must be the Pre-Exam Syndrome =__= Forgive me for the randomness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10276767-1226092762720238881?l=peterkhue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/feeds/1226092762720238881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10276767&amp;postID=1226092762720238881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1226092762720238881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10276767/posts/default/1226092762720238881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peterkhue.blogspot.com/2009/03/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Peter Khue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04056757273423899516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t-Iv3frfejA/ScTnI7O3oNI/AAAAAAAABss/z6sVRXGk2sk/s72-c/DSC054281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
