<?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-6533092822140650591</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:37:32.586+08:00</updated><category term='You'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='Philosophical Qi'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='My Passions'/><title type='text'>King Qi</title><subtitle type='html'>Not to be confused with Kimchi, a Korean banchan
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome to the blog of Charles Liew&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-5799068046578518029</id><published>2009-03-05T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:43:17.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.CharlesLiew.org"&gt;www.CharlesLiew.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&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/6533092822140650591-5799068046578518029?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/5799068046578518029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=5799068046578518029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/5799068046578518029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/5799068046578518029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-blog-has-moved-www.html' title=''/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-6372732093698423</id><published>2008-08-10T17:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:02:29.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th08.deviantart.com/fs29/300W/f/2008/046/b/3/Bittersweet_Love_by_sandervannoorloos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 452px;" src="http://th08.deviantart.com/fs29/300W/f/2008/046/b/3/Bittersweet_Love_by_sandervannoorloos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Defining the profoundness of loneliness, he struggles for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amidst pseudo-smiles and leaden feelings, he seeks trueness.&lt;br /&gt;In deafening silence, he trails echoes that are not forthcoming.&lt;br /&gt;And the world stops.&lt;br /&gt;The world watches.&lt;br /&gt;It grimaces disapproval,&lt;br /&gt;But it speaks no words.&lt;br /&gt;He knows, the mute majority of nothingness has spoken…&lt;br /&gt;…with a resounding roar.&lt;br /&gt;The delirium of joy of long ago has evanesced into oblivion,&lt;br /&gt;But the grasp of guilt keeps him pursuing forlorn feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-6372732093698423?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6372732093698423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6372732093698423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/08/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-341322721274123870</id><published>2008-07-22T13:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:04:06.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning The Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.travelhouseuk.co.uk/blog_images/Sydney_Harbour_Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.travelhouseuk.co.uk/blog_images/Sydney_Harbour_Bridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haven't blogged for way too long.&lt;br /&gt;Busy like a nut. Here are the things going on in my life in Sydney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;College of Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main purpose of my coming here, and it is nearing the end. 2 more weeks of College to go - I have done 13 weeks and it feels like I'd only started College yesterday. Because it's a relatively small class, with about 24 of us, we are a close-knit bunch. This makes the struggle easier and less painful, I guess. Within the next 2 weeks I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Civil Litigation Hearing (where we appear before a judge);&lt;br /&gt;2) Criminal Law Hearing (where we appear before a judge);&lt;br /&gt;3) Criminal Law File Note (an assignment);&lt;br /&gt;4) Will and Estates (60% Assignment);&lt;br /&gt;5) Will and Estates (40% Assignment);&lt;br /&gt;6) Legal Ethics 2,500-word research essay; and&lt;br /&gt;7) 3 Legal Ethics 1,500-word modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving home at 8:00am and back home at 9:00pm, it's pretty full-on I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get a job in Sydney. I am going to be applying for permanent residency, and as such I will have to be in Australia for the next 3 years. I have two job interviews tomorrow, one in the City at 11:30am and another one at Castle Hill at 2:30pm. Bus ride from City to Castle Hill is an hour. At the same time I am also applying to other law firms, in hope of getting into the best-paying one. Having said that, I am not compromising my desire of working in a personal injury law firm. Quite a plethora of criteria for me to juggle with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Permanent residency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is causing much distress. Apart from the fact that it is going to cause me close to AU$4,000 applying, I will also have to make sure I comply with all the requirements (reading them and interpreting them is a mind-boggling process). I have to get police clearance, medical report and character witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved paternal grandma, affectionately known as Ah Po, passed away peacefully approximately 2+ weeks ago. Amidst the hustle and bustle of my busy Sydney life, I was swept away by inconsolable waves of melancholy and homesickness. I wanted so much to go back, but I was held back by 2 things. Firstly, I could not just leave College since there were compulsory classes to attend; and secondly, I simply did not (and still don't) have the money to fly back. I surfed the web and tried all sorts of flight combination but the final price still proved unpalatable come the end of the day. I will break out of my poverty-stricken state in a few years time. I hate being poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for abandoning you and not talking to you enough. I am sorry for not replying to smses and I am sorry for not returning your emails. A lot of things have happened, and they will continue to happen over the course of the next 2 months. Nobody knows what is going to happen in the future, no one could tell. I believe as long as their is belief, there is hope. And as long as their is hope, there is a chance. Hang on, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exploration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being swarmed and challenged by the onslaught of ridiculous amount of work, worries and money issues, I have been taking some time just for myself, doing what I love most - travelling. With a Weekly Pass which costs AU$35.00 per week, I have been visiting quite a few places in Sydney after College or library sessions. The most memorable ones include my visit to the suburb of Leichardt, aka Little Italy, Bondi and Strathfield, aka Little Korea. The number of Italians and Italian restaurants and shops at Leichardt was insane. Same with the Koreanness of Strathfield. It's like visiting a different country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family, I miss all my close friends in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I am excited by the prospect of a brand new life...&lt;br /&gt;... as an Australian lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-341322721274123870?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/341322721274123870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=341322721274123870&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/341322721274123870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/341322721274123870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/07/turning-page.html' title='Turning The Page'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-6450252297403739117</id><published>2008-06-23T16:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:44:03.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>冲动</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;冲动是强烈的情感.&lt;br /&gt;冲动是薄弱的理性控制.&lt;br /&gt;想念她,想把电脑屏幕上的她紧握...&lt;br /&gt;... 是一种冲动.&lt;br /&gt;想下一秒把时间停止,接着将它倒流...&lt;br /&gt;... 是一种冲动.&lt;br /&gt;这并非洪水般的激情.&lt;br /&gt;这是令人陶醉之中的缱绻柔情.&lt;br /&gt;我又冲动了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;奇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/7790/mypic56or8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/7790/mypic56or8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-6450252297403739117?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/6450252297403739117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=6450252297403739117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6450252297403739117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6450252297403739117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_23.html' title='冲动'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-8247408992239333645</id><published>2008-06-16T05:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:41:19.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>考验</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;距离的残酷，时差的折磨，相思的苦涩...&lt;br /&gt;... 盼望的，是紧紧握着妳的那一天。&lt;br /&gt;往日的平淡，转变成有了彼此后的绚烂...&lt;br /&gt;... 明天的不可能，既是妳我一定战胜的考验。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;奇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/3015/mypic36du6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/3015/mypic36du6.jpg" alt="" 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/6533092822140650591-8247408992239333645?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/8247408992239333645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=8247408992239333645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8247408992239333645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8247408992239333645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='考验'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-7472266167084475750</id><published>2008-06-12T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:22:45.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Telling, then doing.&lt;br /&gt;Doing, then telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are two very different things.&lt;br /&gt;I tell, then I do.&lt;br /&gt;If I have done, I won't tell.&lt;br /&gt;Because doing, then telling, is like not telling at all.&lt;br /&gt;Doing, then telling, is like saying "I don't care what you think."&lt;br /&gt;Telling, then doing, is respect.&lt;br /&gt;Telling, then doing, is honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I feel anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-7472266167084475750?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/7472266167084475750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/7472266167084475750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/06/exam-tomorrow.html' title='Exam Tomorrow'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-4104244713798694931</id><published>2008-06-08T19:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:45:01.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell the Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's funny how people get to a certain age, and all of a sudden everyone starts to engage in the same activities! Shyang mentioned about coffee - Dodo seems to be into coffee as well - and so it's time to disclose my addiction as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img236.imageshack.us/img236/1070/mypic32om9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img236.imageshack.us/img236/1070/mypic32om9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Above) The best coffee around St Leonards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the best coffee around St Leonards, where my college is. Cafes are everywhere in Australia. Takeaway coffees are just way too common. On a busy morning with people rushing off to work, a lot would be seen carrying these little cups with them, sipping as they go. I am one of 'em.&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://img80.imageshack.us/img80/151/mypic34ak6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/151/mypic34ak6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Above) One on the way to the library today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unlike in Kuching where people drink Kopi-Os and Kopi-Cs, here it's a little bit more complex. Cappuccino, Latte and Flat White are my usual ones, but there are other common ones as well. Ever wondered what their differences are? Found the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espresso:&lt;/span&gt; 30 ml of black coffee produced from 7g of ground beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long Black:&lt;/span&gt; 60ml of espresso with 120ml of hot water added after brewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Latte:&lt;/span&gt; 60 ml of espresso, steamed milk, little froth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cappuccino:&lt;/span&gt; 60 ml of espresso, 1/3 cup steamed milk, 1/3 cup froth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macchiato:&lt;/span&gt; 60 ml of espresso, 5 ml milk on top, dollop of froth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mochaccino:&lt;/span&gt; 60 ml of espresso, 1 teaspoon drinking chocolate, steamed milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flat White:&lt;/span&gt; 60 ml of espresso, in regular cup, steamed milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual order would go something like this: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I have a Flat White takeaway, no sugar, with soymilk!&lt;/span&gt;". I think sugar damages the coffee taste, and I take soymilk because I would usually have milk for breakfast already... so more milk would trigger my lactose intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad part is, every coffee sets me back from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AU$2.80&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AU$3.50&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addictively yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-4104244713798694931?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/4104244713798694931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=4104244713798694931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/4104244713798694931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/4104244713798694931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/06/smell-beans.html' title='Smell the Beans'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-5979993269101225416</id><published>2008-05-30T06:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T06:20:55.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kind of Missing</title><content type='html'>I long for the day we see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel your every breathe, every heartbeat, as you lay near.&lt;br /&gt;To feel your every touch.&lt;br /&gt;Every smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for that day, everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-5979993269101225416?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/5979993269101225416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/5979993269101225416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/05/kind-of-missing.html' title='A Kind of Missing'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-3802694625284010683</id><published>2008-05-27T07:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:05.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Started post Tuesday, posted Thursday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just finished the 1st assessment of very many more throughout this 15 weeks of intensive training. It was called a settlement viva, basically requiring you to settle a property transaction in front of an examiner, and then get asked questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got these graduation pics from my brother. Yes, I know I graduated back in March, but I only ordered these pics 6 weeks after that (the deadline for ordering! - yea procrastination is the way to go). Then I am sure it took the studio people in Perth another couple of weeks to arrange for shipping. Here are some of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDtdE_dW_BI/AAAAAAAAASo/VSNwM_5Mqhc/s1600-h/MyPic_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204856134692174866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDtdE_dW_BI/AAAAAAAAASo/VSNwM_5Mqhc/s400/MyPic_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDtdFPdW_CI/AAAAAAAAASw/h5dxXXzwUOA/s1600-h/MyPic_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204856138987142178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDtdFPdW_CI/AAAAAAAAASw/h5dxXXzwUOA/s400/MyPic_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDtdFvdW_DI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1itydjGTKMY/s1600-h/MyPic_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204856147577076786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDtdFvdW_DI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1itydjGTKMY/s400/MyPic_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDtdFvdW_EI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ir9Rls1Fu24/s1600-h/MyPic_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204856147577076802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDtdFvdW_EI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ir9Rls1Fu24/s400/MyPic_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDtdFvdW_FI/AAAAAAAAATI/qPFdDzMHUTc/s1600-h/MyPic_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204856147577076818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDtdFvdW_FI/AAAAAAAAATI/qPFdDzMHUTc/s400/MyPic_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For more pictures, proceed (click!) to &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=461771124&amp;amp;uid=4359136"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=461771124&amp;amp;uid=4359136&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-3802694625284010683?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/3802694625284010683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=3802694625284010683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/3802694625284010683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/3802694625284010683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation-pics.html' title='Graduation Pics'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDtdE_dW_BI/AAAAAAAAASo/VSNwM_5Mqhc/s72-c/MyPic_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-4808916994557124530</id><published>2008-05-20T14:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:05.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qi in Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright guys, pardon me for the lack of updates. Very busy! A lot of people have been messaging me via MSN, facebook, friendster and what not, asking a lot of questions regarding what I am doing in Sydney. So I guess I will clear everything here. Oh, and about my status as well. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Questions &amp;amp; Answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - Where are you, dude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Sydney, er, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - Oh, working already. Nice. Where? (The most assumed-and-asked question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - I am under training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - Oh, sweet. Which firm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Er, no. I am training at the College of Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - College? From University to College? Downgrade ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - No. Everyone needs to go through it you nincompoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - No way. Why do other law graduates can qualify in their home states of WA, SA, Queensland, Vic, and not you? (Alright syntax error, as per Nicole! Let's re-ask, ahem: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Why can other law graduates qualify in their home states of WA, SA, Queensland, Vic, and not you?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - You see, I am an international student. The rule is such that if you need a student visa to study this course, you must do the course on-campus. For others, they can do the course online back home! There is only one campus for the College of Law, and that is at Sydney's St Leonards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - Poor thing. So how do they train you at the College of Law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Well, we are learning basically how things are done in the various areas of Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - Stressed ma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Stressed daoooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - I see. Sorry for my ignorance. So, for how long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Well, the Coursework Component is 15 weeks. Law graduates will also need to do another 15 weeks of legal work in a Law Firm to satisfy the Work Experience Component. I have already done the Work Experience Component - so it's just 15 weeks for me at the College of Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - Oh, swee lah. After that can sue people liao la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Well, no. Since I did not do the topic "Legal Ethics", I need to do an online course for another 7 weeks. Yuck, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - Then? Come back to Malaysia to practice, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - As of now, I am not sure. I am looking at the prospect of becoming a Permanent Resident in Australia. But then that means I need to live in Australia for at least the next 2 to 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - That is a dilemma dude. Good luck deciding! Oh, I heard about this girl from Penang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Er, yes. What about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - Well, is she your girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Yes. No more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - Wait lah. Is she going to Sydney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - For holiday, very likely. For work, very likely not. No more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - Aiyah. Wait lah. What does your girlfriend think about you going to Sydney, not knowing when you would be coming back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - She is fine with it. She is extremely understanding. Love should do the rest. No more questions - honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just go home and do this everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDJ72YUxg4I/AAAAAAAAASg/3RpcLpIC4ZU/s1600-h/MyPic_39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDJ72YUxg4I/AAAAAAAAASg/3RpcLpIC4ZU/s400/MyPic_39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202356693739078530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Above) At my fave Laksa place at Sekama. Photo snapped by Ing Ling 3 weeks ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But as it stands now, the best Laksa I have tasted in Sydney thus far is at Chatswood. Apart from that, I have been eating the extremely delicious food cooked by my Homestay Family. They are Shanghai people who have been living here for 6 years. Shanghai food tastes fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6533092822140650591-4808916994557124530?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/4808916994557124530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=4808916994557124530&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/4808916994557124530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/4808916994557124530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/05/qi-in-sydney.html' title='Qi in Sydney'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SDJ72YUxg4I/AAAAAAAAASg/3RpcLpIC4ZU/s72-c/MyPic_39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-5065497667067851078</id><published>2008-05-04T03:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:05.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Leaving Kuching</title><content type='html'>Time in Kuching was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am currently in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;It's 3:12am now on the 4th of May. Been here since the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;... Will fly off to Sydney on the 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast in Kuching throughout my 5-month stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SBy53ZNQLSI/AAAAAAAAASI/u0Pwt5h_AH0/s1600-h/MyPic_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SBy53ZNQLSI/AAAAAAAAASI/u0Pwt5h_AH0/s400/MyPic_06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196232431389125922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Above) Jerry, Kenny and Lionel @ Starbucks, Kuching "International" (insert jokes here) Airport before departure to Singapore, 1st May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SBy54JNQLTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Knfm_kTZM64/s1600-h/MyPic_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SBy54JNQLTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Knfm_kTZM64/s400/MyPic_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196232444274027826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Above) Shu Wei looking to pot into the middle pocket at Snooker 2000 - a day before departure after dinner at Hartz, 30th April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SBy54JNQLUI/AAAAAAAAASY/WfdKyvtDRAk/s1600-h/MyPic_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SBy54JNQLUI/AAAAAAAAASY/WfdKyvtDRAk/s400/MyPic_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196232444274027842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Above) Buddies slugging it out for one last onion ring - yes, it was staged, at Oregano, 27th April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Within the final 2 weeks in Kuching, I managed to catch drinks/food with Khai Ching (sorry wey - I name you 1st... so I must be forgiven!), Cassie, Chween Wee, the long lost Chew Hock Yong, the busy-at-work Harry Ting, Perth buddy Mark Wong, close friend Ing Ling, primary school dude Tan Chun Liang... and my band of brothers - Lionel, Jerry, Kenny, Shu Wei and Mei San (sister?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate case Shyang is in Sibu (or "was", rather, since he is now back for good in Kuching), Dougie is in Nottingham (time to get out of the library mate!), Dodo is in Moscow (eh dude I went to Lucky Plaza and no I did not see the futsal shoes you asked for), Chow Yee is in London (it's an addiction - shh I didn't say a thing hehe!), Hsiao Siang is in Oklahoma (to Liverpool's CL exit I offer you my heartfelt condolences), Laura and Lawrence are in KL... caught up with Siang back in December though, and that was awesome. Good times, mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course in my 5 months in Kuching, I have met almost every friend imagineable. Caught a trip to the Mulu Caves with Perth buddy in crime Ricky (and returned with a friend named Theng - more on that in the future), visited Lawrence in KL with Lionel for a full 7 days, caught up with Melanie, Matty, Stevie, Jeremy, Nicole, Joe and Nut in Perth, and worked alongside awesome people at my attached law firm - June, Ang, Mag, Alli, Imr, Maia and Val. Asrul was back in Kuching from Perth as well so a few football sessions took place at Sports Planet. Oh, saw Charlyn a few times, Kaeshih on a couple of occasions, Zhang Han often at yum-cha sessions or under my workplace running his photography business, Adrian, Kion Ming, Vera, Ying Ning and Ai Shih (last was unplanned) during Chinese New Year... I should really not forget Ying Ying, Yi Ping (yes I remember that awkward-for-you Laksa session), Diana &amp;amp; Joanne (Diana's a gem - met in Kuching, then was the warmest person in Perth) and the rest of the Perth people who Mark introduced a year or so ago - Bryan, Wui Hao, Xin Chen and Gerry... cheers for the Futsal session while I was in Perth for grad and the dinner at Sparrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/2335370072_5ac155ba81_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/2335370072_5ac155ba81_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Above) Perth amigos @ Lil Sparrow, Northbridge, 14th March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't name everyone but heck you all will be gayly, brokebackly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new chapter is unfolding in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;Could take 8 months, could take 3 years, or 4, or 5...&lt;br /&gt;... uncertainties up ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 years old. I feel if changes are not taking place...&lt;br /&gt;... then I am not progressing.&lt;br /&gt;So on that note, I think I am on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the future, and I see all of you in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-5065497667067851078?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/5065497667067851078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=5065497667067851078&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/5065497667067851078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/5065497667067851078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/04/leaving-kuching.html' title='Leaving Kuching'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/SBy53ZNQLSI/AAAAAAAAASI/u0Pwt5h_AH0/s72-c/MyPic_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-2526122103145094570</id><published>2008-04-18T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:18:37.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雪中送炭</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.csj.sh.gov.cn/gb/csj/cswh/wcyq/zhuanti/zt/swd1/images/00002622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.csj.sh.gov.cn/gb/csj/cswh/wcyq/zhuanti/zt/swd1/images/00002622.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Really really grateful.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, I was bogged down by a crisis, a dilemma that I thought I would never get over. No one within close proximity could help - not dad nor mom... certainly not my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the beauty of having a close relative doing a "雪中送炭" is very much appreciated and cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That act of kindness eases a lot of tension between certain individuals and myself, and also lessens my sense of guilt - at least for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-2526122103145094570?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/2526122103145094570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=2526122103145094570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/2526122103145094570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/2526122103145094570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_17.html' title='雪中送炭'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-843775647854537607</id><published>2008-04-06T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T03:41:54.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><title type='text'>倒数</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sweetnostalgia.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/letting-go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://sweetnostalgia.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/letting-go.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;30天.&lt;br /&gt;我们要珍惜.&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/6533092822140650591-843775647854537607?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/843775647854537607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/843775647854537607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='倒数'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-5844020285313096148</id><published>2008-04-02T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:04:16.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thigh Injury</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mydr.com.au/content/images/categories/legs/HipThigh_Anterior.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mydr.com.au/content/images/categories/legs/HipThigh_Anterior.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I injured one of my quadriceps muscles during a futsal session on Monday night...&lt;br /&gt;... and it hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;I tore the muscle while I was taking a shot on my right foot, but surprisingly, due to poor footing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... my left thigh was injured as opposed to my right thigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cursed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thigh Muscle Strain Injury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Thigh muscle strain is quite common in sports like football, where kicking is repeatedly practised. A Thigh muscle strain refers to a tear in the Quadriceps muscle group. The Quadriceps are located at the front of the thigh and are responsible for extending (straightening) the knee. A tear in a Thigh muscle is referred to as a strain and depending on its severity it is classified as a first, second or third degree strain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The immediate treatment for a Thigh muscle injury consists of the RICE protocol - rest, ice, compression and elevation (never apply ice directly to the skin). As a general rule grade one Thigh strains should be rested from sporting activity for about 3 weeks, and grade two Thigh strains for about 4 to 6 weeks. In the case of a complete rupture the Thigh muscle will have to be repaired surgically and the rehabilitation afterwards will take about 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Common Thigh Muscle Strain signs &amp;amp; symptoms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- A sudden sharp pain in the thigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Pain when stretching the thigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Thigh pain during a resisted muscle contraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it seems I have to rest it for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;Even gym sessions might have to exclude thigh-related exercises...&lt;br /&gt;... so basically that's most cardiovascular exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-5844020285313096148?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/5844020285313096148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=5844020285313096148&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/5844020285313096148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/5844020285313096148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/04/thigh-injury.html' title='Thigh Injury'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-8486082405705201397</id><published>2008-03-31T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:15:42.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><title type='text'>熟悉的哈囖</title><content type='html'>他躺着, 傻望着寂寞的天花板.&lt;br /&gt;想着距离的残忍.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听着的...&lt;br /&gt;...是 England Dan 的 "I'd Really Love to See You Tonight".&lt;br /&gt;旋律的背后, 伴着窗外的细雨声.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此刻, K800i 的 SMS 铃声响了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://singlemomseeking.com/pblog/images/Long_distance_relationship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://singlemomseeking.com/pblog/images/Long_distance_relationship.jpg" alt="" 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/6533092822140650591-8486082405705201397?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8486082405705201397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8486082405705201397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_30.html' title='熟悉的哈囖'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-7521191184193079375</id><published>2008-03-28T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:06.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>珍惜</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R-ttl4-Rc8I/AAAAAAAAARc/KNm4EqsCnt8/s1600-h/mypic445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R-ttl4-Rc8I/AAAAAAAAARc/KNm4EqsCnt8/s400/mypic445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182356293936051138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;不再向往更漂亮的风景了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你见过, 更是曾经拥有, 很多迷人的风景.&lt;br /&gt;你从来就不曾去珍惜.&lt;br /&gt;你好玩.&lt;br /&gt;你常跟自己说, 去吧,  去体会, 去试探, 去享有, 拥有.&lt;br /&gt;还年轻嘛, 去吧.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别跑了, 傻瓜.&lt;br /&gt;看看... 眼前那闪耀着的晨光.&lt;br /&gt;多美.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是时候你学习怎么去...&lt;br /&gt;... 珍惜.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-7521191184193079375?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/7521191184193079375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=7521191184193079375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/7521191184193079375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/7521191184193079375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='珍惜'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R-ttl4-Rc8I/AAAAAAAAARc/KNm4EqsCnt8/s72-c/mypic445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-6614141606467735861</id><published>2008-03-27T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:04:44.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><title type='text'>Too Much Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BYzYEqwFtGA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BYzYEqwFtGA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much heaven no more.&lt;br /&gt;It's much harder to come by; I'm waiting in line.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's as high as a mountain and harder to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you and me, girl, got a lot of love in store.&lt;br /&gt;And it flows to you, and it flows to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so much more.&lt;br /&gt;Then my life: I can see beyond forever.&lt;br /&gt;Everything we are will never die.&lt;br /&gt;Love is such a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. you make my world a summer day.&lt;br /&gt;Are you just a dream to fade away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me, girl, got a highway to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;We can turn away from the night and day&lt;br /&gt;And the tears we had to cry.&lt;br /&gt;You're my life; I can see a new tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Everything we are will never die.&lt;br /&gt;Love is such a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;When you are to me the light above&lt;br /&gt;Made for all to see our precious love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is such a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;You make my world a summer day.&lt;br /&gt;Are you just a dream to fade away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much heaven no more.&lt;br /&gt;It's much harder to come by; I'm waiting in line.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's as wide as a river and harder to cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Chorus till fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-6614141606467735861?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6614141606467735861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6614141606467735861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-much-heaven.html' title='Too Much Heaven'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-1664297982747688259</id><published>2008-03-25T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:47:18.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><title type='text'>Their Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.indiewire.com/uglybetty/archives/hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://blogs.indiewire.com/uglybetty/archives/hands.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He forbids himself from saying those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He knows these words, if said, will bring about a change of two lives...&lt;br /&gt;... but the short-lived bliss that is to ensue is not worth the many months, even years, of mental torture being physically away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the most unlikely of circumstances, they found each other.&lt;br /&gt;The most unlikely place, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;She was brought there by the simple passion for travel.&lt;br /&gt;He was brought there by chance.&lt;br /&gt;He arrived defeated in morale, for amidst all advice not to go, he persuaded himself to accompany his best mate for that presumably once-in-a-lifetime trip.&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know, that what was right around the corner, would be a gem, an individual so similar to himself.&lt;br /&gt;It started with a coin-trick he picked up on the trip - and the surprisingly "friendly as if they have known each other all their lives" conversation they shared after dinner. The acquisition of phone number did the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple of months that followed was a process of discovery.&lt;br /&gt;The meeting-up, this time planned, went beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;He and she knew right there and then there is something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... those words, however, must not be said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-1664297982747688259?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/1664297982747688259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/1664297982747688259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/03/their-story.html' title='Their Story'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-186835429190742326</id><published>2008-03-16T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:18:20.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Fortnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Currently blogging from SS2, Petaling Jaya. The past week has been memorable, quick and eventful. Well, not quite, but I went to Perth for just over 5 days, living with my Granduncle. Mom and Dad went to Perth for the 1st time, so Granduncle, Grandauntie and I brought them around, showing them around the city I have lived for the past 5 years. It was a rewarding experience showing them the place I have come to know so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-136.friendster.com/e1/photos/63/19/4359136/1_166561899l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-136.friendster.com/e1/photos/63/19/4359136/1_166561899l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Above) L-R, Granduncle, Me, Grandauntie, Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among the things we did include driving along the scenic West Coast Highway, going to King's Park at night, visiting places like Mandurah, Cottesloe and Subi... etc. Not going to detail every mini trip that we made, but yea it was good to be back in Perth. I got to dress up too, for my graduation ceremony! ... I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-136.friendster.com/e1/photos/63/19/4359136/1_809779709l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-136.friendster.com/e1/photos/63/19/4359136/1_809779709l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Above) All dressed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Graduation ceremony was held on the 11th of March - a Tuesday. The regalia was hired for a whopping AU$85.00. For pic of the regalia, see pic below. Dad dressed up for the event as well, which was, with all due respect, an exceptionally rare thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-136.friendster.com/e1/photos/63/19/4359136/1_512219503l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-136.friendster.com/e1/photos/63/19/4359136/1_512219503l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Above) Me with Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More pictures from the graduation will be posted up as soon as the studio pics get sent to me! Bloody expensive pics as well mind if I add, but the quality is top notch... so "bo ho hiam" really. Early on the 14th we departed Perth to spend over a day at Singapore. Met up with sis and Uncle How-Chiat, the latter briefly. Went to quite a few places during my short stay there, but the highlight must be the Japanese food at Wasabi Japanese Restaurant at Causeway Point. The Sushi Platter, costing S$18.90, was kick-ass good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-136.friendster.com/e1/photos/63/19/4359136/1_303860817l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-136.friendster.com/e1/photos/63/19/4359136/1_303860817l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Above) Me, with MY Japanese food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, Lionel is pestering me to get ready so we can go out... for food or what not. Lawrence's car is a real blessing for we do not have to take the taxi like previously! Lawrence's house also means we do not have to live in a hotel! Great stuff, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog further when I get the chance to upload more pictures from my mobile phone. Going up to Genting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-186835429190742326?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/186835429190742326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=186835429190742326&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/186835429190742326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/186835429190742326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/03/graduation-fortnight.html' title='Graduation Fortnight'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-6127851990777500569</id><published>2008-03-08T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T10:15:44.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving On A... Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abreak4u.co.uk/Aeroplane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.abreak4u.co.uk/Aeroplane.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am flying off to Perth today.&lt;br /&gt;Will not be able to blog for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Picking up my regalia, and a letter from the Law Office, on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation ceremony is on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Thursday will be spent taking my parents around Perth.&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday will be spent in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I will be in KL with Lionel until the next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Heading up to Genting in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, fellas.&lt;br /&gt;See you guys soon.&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/6533092822140650591-6127851990777500569?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/6127851990777500569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=6127851990777500569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6127851990777500569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6127851990777500569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/03/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving On A... Jet Plane'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-7058229013215684367</id><published>2008-03-06T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:46:36.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Hermit Crab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-136.friendster.com/e1/photos/63/19/4359136/1_182737495l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-136.friendster.com/e1/photos/63/19/4359136/1_182737495l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Face up to challenges, and grow.&lt;br /&gt;Disagree with what the enemies agree, and grow.&lt;br /&gt;Agree with what the enemies disagree, and grow.&lt;br /&gt;Step out of the comfort zone, and grow.&lt;br /&gt;Think outside the box, and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not back into my shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a hermit crab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-7058229013215684367?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/7058229013215684367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=7058229013215684367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/7058229013215684367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/7058229013215684367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/03/hermit-crab.html' title='Hermit Crab'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-2127789508646504618</id><published>2008-02-29T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:06.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophical Qi'/><title type='text'>An Ineluctable Growth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R8edPsoo61I/AAAAAAAAAI8/nD1quZoDD3k/s1600-h/Don-t-Avoid-Growth-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R8edPsoo61I/AAAAAAAAAI8/nD1quZoDD3k/s320/Don-t-Avoid-Growth-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172275590063516498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving out, away from the more-apparent-than-real comfort of the place one calls 'home', is a challenge one has to take up at one point or another. After a while, I have come to realize one thing: that to really grow is to move out of the place you know too well, and venture into something one deems less comfortable, less familiar and less mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time alters a lot of things, the tangibles and the intangibles. Time alters realities, ditching old ones with new, how ever unanticipated and unwelcome the new ones are. The changing tides lend a shift in context and dynamics of people's thinkings, and more often than not, that shift triggers a kind of psychological suffering, a kind of heartache that is indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elder's reluctance and inability to let go, more often than not, will result in a sort of power struggle that ends in torment to self and others. The ensuing bouts of cold shoulders and silent retaliations do make one wonder if these are ever going to get better, and if they do get better, when are things going to turn pear-shaped again. A day? Or two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe one is not destined to thrive in an environment where the presence of a living volcano waiting to explode is so strongly sensed. The tense, occasionally poisonous, atmosphere may well render one insane, assuming one is ever sane to start with. If day in day out, one is stared in the face by the prospect of raw emotions spiraling up into a cloud of unrelenting misery, or down into a pit full of anger and vengeance... then I feel it is indeed time to take a step back, peruse the whole picture, and bid the painful but necessary goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gratefulness will be there for life, the love will stay for eternity. Perhaps, stepping out of the shadows, one might actually find the experience of basking in the sun a rewarding one. And perhaps, one could better serve one's responsibilities as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-2127789508646504618?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/2127789508646504618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=2127789508646504618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/2127789508646504618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/2127789508646504618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/02/ineluctable-growth.html' title='An Ineluctable Growth'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R8edPsoo61I/AAAAAAAAAI8/nD1quZoDD3k/s72-c/Don-t-Avoid-Growth-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-3988259960492558034</id><published>2008-02-24T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:06.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Passions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Detoxifying Laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few months back  I was looking at buying a new laptop (still is, actually). Problem is, I do not have that kind of money, and I cannot bring myself to ask from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Thursday evening, I decided to do a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;massive clean-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my computer! Anyone who saw my laptop prior to the "cleaning-up" will know my desktop was clustered with icons and what not. I downloaded a few programs to help detoxing my dying laptop - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Start-up Optimizer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Registry Optimizer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tune XP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Advanced WindowsCare V2 Personal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HijackThis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tweak UI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SmartDefrag&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Normal Malware Cleaner&lt;/span&gt;. I also had some pre-installed programs - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Registry Mechanic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AVG Anti-Virus&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CCleaner&lt;/span&gt;. Some programs I would suggest, some less so, depending on your level of tech-savvyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from ridding my computer of spywares, tracking cookies, empty registry entries etc, I also arranged (at long last!) the files in my computer, moving some into one of my many external harddisks! After running SmartDefrag (which defrags, obviously), another program downloaded for Mission-Clean-Up-Laptop, a few tweakings using Tweak UI, and some beautifying, my laptop's desktop looks like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R8FBHmCEy8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZGctUEi7YnY/s1600-h/mypic340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R8FBHmCEy8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZGctUEi7YnY/s320/mypic340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170485445922180034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea well I could make it look more like a Mac by using StyleXP or WindowBlinds to alter the theme but my laptop is dying - as such, memory-consuming changes are kept to the very minimum! I need a new laptop goddamit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... how about you contribute to the "Buy Charles a Laptop Fund"? Where's the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-3988259960492558034?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/3988259960492558034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=3988259960492558034&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/3988259960492558034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/3988259960492558034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/02/detoxifying-laptop.html' title='Detoxifying Laptop'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R8FBHmCEy8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZGctUEi7YnY/s72-c/mypic340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-3855549244939107523</id><published>2008-02-18T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:07.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>I have more cousins than you can poke a stick at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By cousins I mean the offsprings of my dad's siblings.&lt;br /&gt;... so really, specifically, it's , &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;paternal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;first cousins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, offsprings - I just made them sound like animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how many of them in total (I've never counted before!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yiping&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt;... in that order.&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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7jhAWCEyzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xuj85lgfcQ0/s1600-h/mypic257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7jhAWCEyzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xuj85lgfcQ0/s320/mypic257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168127968438176562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Above) With Kee, Ben and Sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7jhG2CEy0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/9iqOAHbYOAk/s1600-h/mypic259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7jhG2CEy0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/9iqOAHbYOAk/s320/mypic259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168128080107326274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Above) With Pun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7jhaWCEy1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/rfVIx-FYj9c/s1600-h/mypic258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7jhaWCEy1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/rfVIx-FYj9c/s320/mypic258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168128415114775378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Above) With Qing, Zhao, Yiping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7jisWCEy2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/a1Rb-Bf_t-Y/s1600-h/mypic260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7jisWCEy2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/a1Rb-Bf_t-Y/s320/mypic260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168129823864048482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Above) Kiun, Bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 paternal first cousins.&lt;/span&gt; Throw in Me, Sis and Bro and my Grandma has a total of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 grandchildren&lt;/span&gt;. Oh my, that's a lot of grandchildren. In terms of order in the Liew Family, I am the 5th eldest. In terms of order of boys in the Liew Family of my generation I stand 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I add the number of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maternal first cousins&lt;/span&gt; I have, I will end up with a number closer to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;. Shocking - we could have 2 football teams with 2 full benches of substitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many do you have? I win laaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-3855549244939107523?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/3855549244939107523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=3855549244939107523&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/3855549244939107523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/3855549244939107523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/02/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7jhAWCEyzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xuj85lgfcQ0/s72-c/mypic257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-6417916496131662086</id><published>2008-02-15T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:07.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophical Qi'/><title type='text'>Irony of the Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7V9j2CEyyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GfcHmziy7iM/s1600-h/mypic243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7V9j2CEyyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GfcHmziy7iM/s320/mypic243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167174202230623010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flowers during Valentine's Day are truly overpriced.&lt;br /&gt;We laugh at the absurdity of it all.&lt;br /&gt;We slag the day off for being a sales gimmick.&lt;br /&gt;We condemn huge spending on the day.&lt;br /&gt;We dismiss the V word with disgust, contempt and disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we freaking give in.&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't give me that - you know you did.&lt;br /&gt;We all did.&lt;br /&gt;We are suckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-6417916496131662086?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/6417916496131662086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=6417916496131662086&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6417916496131662086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6417916496131662086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/02/irony-of-tragedy.html' title='Irony of the Tragedy'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7V9j2CEyyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GfcHmziy7iM/s72-c/mypic243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-1633058714470025295</id><published>2008-02-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:08.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Smitten Mind</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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7MVGWCEyvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lO70eo9FZog/s1600-h/mypic183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7MVGWCEyvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lO70eo9FZog/s320/mypic183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166496396261772018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Above) 12:00am on Chinese New Year, Fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If distance is a barrier let us bridge it with undying love.&lt;br /&gt;If distance is a barrier let us rejoice for at least having each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;古人说:&lt;br /&gt;纤云弄巧，飞星传恨，银汉迢迢暗度。金风玉露一相逢，便胜却、人间无数。&lt;br /&gt;柔情似水，佳期如梦，忍顾鹊桥归路。两情若是久长时，又岂在、朝朝暮暮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;距离产生美.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-1633058714470025295?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/1633058714470025295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=1633058714470025295&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/1633058714470025295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/1633058714470025295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/02/ramblings-of-smitten-mind.html' title='Ramblings of a Smitten Mind'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R7MVGWCEyvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lO70eo9FZog/s72-c/mypic183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-3549381510299985008</id><published>2008-02-08T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:09.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>1st Day of Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First Day of Chinese New Year today (or was it yesterday seeing as it is now 1:56am?) and it was hell tiring! I got to shower in a minute so I will make this brief just so I have a record of where I have gone today...&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6tKoRXXr9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/g4iSYvXiQVc/s1600-h/mypic192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6tKoRXXr9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/g4iSYvXiQVc/s320/mypic192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164303453427052498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Above) 1 of many uncles, 2 of a few aunties, 2 of a handful of cousins, bro, sis and me @ Po's Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Went to grandma's house &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ 10:30am&lt;/span&gt;, met sooo many relatives it's almost criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Visited Lawrence's house &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ 1:30pm&lt;/span&gt;, wished the parents HCNY then I drove off with their son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Attended Lionel's Open House &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ 1:50pm&lt;/span&gt;. Great "masak merah" from the mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Went to Ing Ling's house &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ 3:00pm&lt;/span&gt; - oh my don't get me started on her "dressing-up" (or lack thereof!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; Went to Harry's house &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ 4:00pm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; Went to Adrian's house &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ 4:30pm&lt;/span&gt; - haven't seen him for a long time, great to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;After a short rest, I joined my family for visit to Auntie Leng's place &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ 7:45pm&lt;/span&gt;. She has pretty hot daughters. Shhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt; Then off we went to Auntie Ngo's place &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ 8:30pm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt; Last visit of the day was at Sam Shook Goong's place &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ 9:15pm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;9 houses&lt;/span&gt; in total, holy whack.&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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6tKyBXXr-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SU7BoW_NhnA/s1600-h/mypic194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6tKyBXXr-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SU7BoW_NhnA/s320/mypic194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164303620930777058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Above) Me and Lawrence @ Lionel's Place (or room, rather)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6tLABXXsAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PDW-Odvy0LQ/s1600-h/mypic196.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.align.center.gif" alt="Align Center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6tLABXXsAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PDW-Odvy0LQ/s320/mypic196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164303861448945666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Above)  Lionel,  Ing Ling, Me and the very hip-hop Lawrence @ Ing Ling's Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6tK4BXXr_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/2M-b85_h73A/s1600-h/mypic195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6tK4BXXr_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/2M-b85_h73A/s320/mypic195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164303724009992178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Above) Me and Harry @ Harry's Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I went back to grandma's place and engaged in some pretty meaningless conversations (haha!) with Auntie Moi, Auntie Lin, Uncle Goo, sis, bro and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Lionel's house @ 11:00pm to play a couple of hands of Black Jack (or African-American Jack?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day tomorrow again - as per usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-3549381510299985008?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/3549381510299985008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=3549381510299985008&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/3549381510299985008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/3549381510299985008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/02/1st-day-of-chinese-new-year.html' title='1st Day of Chinese New Year'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6tKoRXXr9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/g4iSYvXiQVc/s72-c/mypic192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-638923011797574601</id><published>2008-02-05T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:09.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>迎春花开报春来</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6hcRRXXr4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tzohNkMIVdw/s1600-h/mypic178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6hcRRXXr4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tzohNkMIVdw/s320/mypic178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163478424569229186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;春去春又来. 春来了.&lt;br /&gt;春节既是万家团圆、其乐融融共渡家庭美好的时刻.&lt;br /&gt;春是Spring.&lt;br /&gt;Spring 也来了!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spring opened its doors to coincide with the Chinese New Year (aka 春节 for the bananas out there) shopping craze, and boy was it a masterstroke. Sure, The Spring may not be big compared to the other mega malls I have been in West Malaysia, Singapore, Australia and New Zealand, but it is easily the biggest in Kuching. The Spring redefines the meaning of "variety" by making a mockery of the choices available at previous shopping hotspots Ngiu Kee, Riverside Parkson and Tun Jugah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one to miss out, I have lost count of the number of times I have been at The Spring. I guess you could say I am well and truly Sprung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6hfwBXXr5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/qbVIBvTKBJE/s1600-h/mypic162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6hfwBXXr5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/qbVIBvTKBJE/s320/mypic162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163482251385089938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, Sprung, definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-638923011797574601?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/638923011797574601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=638923011797574601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/638923011797574601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/638923011797574601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='迎春花开报春来'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R6hcRRXXr4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tzohNkMIVdw/s72-c/mypic178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-5849451465346420977</id><published>2008-01-29T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:55:51.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sweetnostalgia.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/letting-go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://sweetnostalgia.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/letting-go.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"... I know I've never really treated you right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've paid the price, I'm still paying for it every day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every, yes every, little part of &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/savagegarden/idontknowyouanymore.html"&gt;Savage Garden's song "I Don't Know You Anymore"&lt;/a&gt; speaks to him.&lt;br /&gt;He never took her seriously, he had her for granted, he fooled around, he dated and looked elsewhere, when all the while the person he really needed was there loving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has realization come too late, he wonders.&lt;br /&gt;Has she let go, for good.&lt;br /&gt;He stares into space wondering if this could be one mistiming too many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-5849451465346420977?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/5849451465346420977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=5849451465346420977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/5849451465346420977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/5849451465346420977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-1776158601391729652</id><published>2008-01-26T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:34:43.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Paid Per Post, Literally</title><content type='html'>I saw on &lt;a href="http://josantoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura's&lt;/a&gt; blog about payperpost and I was like "Wtf, they actually pay you to blog?"... Yes, &lt;a href="http://payperpost.com/bloggers/get-paid-to-blog.html"&gt;get paid to blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have heard a lot of negative reviews about sites like payperpost, I decided to head on over to the website to see what it is all about. I was instantly taken aback by the quality of the website, and how professionally done the site is as a whole. Hey! I am not going to judge a book by its cover, I say... so I googled. True enough, a lot of people are benefiting from participating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, I am not going to be left out now, am I? Afterall, I spend so much time on the internet, so why not earn a few bucks along the way? I am just kidding - I intend to not just earn a few bucks hahaha. If I could get paid to blog about the things I love, surely it doesn't feel like work. So basically, it's just free money. Okay, you can stop rubbing your palms together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura said she put in an application in October 2007, and only recently did she get approval. I was reluctant to wait that long, so I sent an e-mail to the pretty people (I am sure!) at Customer Love yesterday (which was the day I signed up) and I got this reply almost instantly: "Thanks for the ticket!Upon reviewing your blog, I went ahead and approved it. Thanks again, and if you have any questions, please let us know! Happy Blogging! -Jenn".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantabulous! Join me at payperpost - you really have nothing to lose. If the most sceptical person (that is me by the way) can be convinced, surely you can be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2gczfk" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yvfa5s" 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/6533092822140650591-1776158601391729652?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/1776158601391729652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=1776158601391729652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/1776158601391729652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/1776158601391729652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/01/get-paid-per-post-literally.html' title='Get Paid Per Post, Literally'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-8868220082987650091</id><published>2008-01-24T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:10.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophical Qi'/><title type='text'>Go Make Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5g62BXXryI/AAAAAAAAAD8/De1nLePkGvQ/s1600-h/mypic147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5g62BXXryI/AAAAAAAAAD8/De1nLePkGvQ/s320/mypic147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158938072906706722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at us. This picture was taken approximately 7 years ago. A lot of us in the Red Crescent Youth Unit Number 4 have gone on to become tight friends. Everyone is now off pursuing their own desired future paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Top (from left):&lt;/span&gt; Miss Tay, Puan Lim, Johnny Kiu, Yee Shin, Ying Ning, Wan Yin, Chau Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Middle (from left):&lt;/span&gt; Lionel Lim, Kenny Chang, Chee Yong, Tze Tung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bottom (from left):&lt;/span&gt; Lawrence Wong, Lenny Kueh, Sze Shyang, Me, Heng Teck, Chang Sa'ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those care-free days will never come back.&lt;br /&gt;Such is the beauty of memories. Go make them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-8868220082987650091?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/8868220082987650091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=8868220082987650091&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8868220082987650091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8868220082987650091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/01/go-make-memories.html' title='Go Make Memories'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5g62BXXryI/AAAAAAAAAD8/De1nLePkGvQ/s72-c/mypic147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-1003841467875441148</id><published>2008-01-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:54:50.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Have you?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt you are in a position where you need to get someone to do you a favour but the other person has been putting it off and it is causing you hardship and stress and loss of money in buying replacement items but you cannot get him/her to hassle because he/she is not obligated to do you that favour and you do not want to put further strain on a friendship that has already loosened considerably over the past couple of years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-1003841467875441148?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/1003841467875441148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=1003841467875441148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/1003841467875441148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/1003841467875441148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-you.html' title='Have you?'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-231772129911963259</id><published>2008-01-16T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:53:50.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophical Qi'/><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/mypic134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/the_presence_of_absence/images/mypic134.jpg" title="Mypic134" alt="Mypic134" border="0" height="258" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been rather stressed lately with all the new things that are either happening or going to happen in my life. Been thinking heaps, about how the future is going to pan out; about whether I should be doing this or that bearing in mind the fact that I would be away for potentially a long, long time; about life, surprisingly; about family; about all the different obligations expected of me by the people around me; and about myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like it when I am thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I feel alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friends around me will know I can get rather philosophical at times. I guess I am one who tries to read beyond what is on the surface... and occasionally that can be to my detriment. Behind every action of others I will seek an explanation. Behind every word I will decipher its underlying meaning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of the time, I can use the &lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"reality"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; concept to good effect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think everyone has their own &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The world one lives in is one's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. One's perceptions of the world through one's own lenses is one's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If one thinks money is hard to earn and money is evil, that is one's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and there is nothing anyone can do to change that reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When two humans interact, we see the coming-together of two realities. This is where it gets interesting. I love noticing the clashing of realities. To me, realities are what separate the financially rich from the poor, the elitists from the egalitarians, the powerful from the weak. There are different degrees to realities as well - some people's reality is stronger, and some is weaker. No two realities are the same from my observation. As such, if we put everyone's reality on a scale, we would end up with a hierarchy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's have an example - a rather common one I think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A" and "B" have an argument over a fact (that is, something set in stone).&lt;br /&gt;"A" says the movie is at 7.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;"B" says the movie is at 8.45pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The conversation goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A":&lt;/strong&gt; Movie is at 7:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"B":&lt;/strong&gt; Nope, it's at 8:45pm, I checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A":&lt;/strong&gt; It's definitely at 7:45pm, you saw wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"B":&lt;/strong&gt; Impossible, this morning I was reading the papers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A":&lt;/strong&gt; You saw wrongly, mate... it's at 7:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"B":&lt;/strong&gt; Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A":&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"B":&lt;/strong&gt; Oh okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bear in mind the fact that "A" and "B" are both convinced of the time. In this case, &lt;strong&gt;"A"'s reality is superior to that of "B"'s&lt;/strong&gt;, even though he did not check the papers nor did he back his claim up with evidence. "B" read the papers, saw the time, but due to his weaker reality, "B" succumbs to "A"'s persuasion and confidence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sure you have experienced this before. You argued with someone, but were convinced that you were wrong... and then after you have checked, you found yourself to be right, and the other party was wrong! Your reality, in that instance, was weaker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One's "reality" is affected by &lt;strong&gt;a lot of things&lt;/strong&gt;, but the main ones would be self-confidence, persuasion and the ability to express an idea exactly like what you have in mind. I think someone of an extremely high IQ but with a weak reality will do a lot worse than someone of an average IQ but with a strong reality. However, I think more often than not, smart people have strong realities... it makes sense really, because smart people are credited for being smart all their lives, and from that they know they are better than the average person. Having said that, when someone smart meets someone smart, there will be a "power struggle" yet again, with the person with the higher reality taking home the bacon at the end of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a lot more to say about my perceptions of everyone's reality, and how I believe one can enhance one's reality, but this post is getting too long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next time, maybe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-231772129911963259?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/231772129911963259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=231772129911963259&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/231772129911963259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/231772129911963259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/01/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-328216752794946957</id><published>2008-01-05T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:52:29.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>回想</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=677,height=507,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/mypic127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/the_presence_of_absence/images/mypic127.jpg" title="Mypic127" alt="Mypic127" border="0" height="177" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;听了这首歌,想起了妳.&lt;br /&gt;一首 "you don't know what you've got until it's gone" 的感觉.&lt;br /&gt;"雨天", "你给的伞", 很真, 很有意思.  &lt;br /&gt;没想到放弃妳的我也会猛然想起你吧?&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;雨天&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;站在十字路的交点&lt;br /&gt;该怎么走&lt;br /&gt;我却只剩回头&lt;br /&gt;除了你给的伞我再也没有&lt;br /&gt;别的借口&lt;br /&gt;去拥有你的什么&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你能体谅我有 雨天&lt;br /&gt;偶尔胆怯你都了解&lt;br /&gt;过去那些大雨落下的瞬间&lt;br /&gt;我突然发现&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;谁能体谅我的 雨天&lt;br /&gt;所以情愿回你身边&lt;br /&gt;此刻脚步会慢一些&lt;br /&gt;如此坚决&lt;br /&gt;你却越来越远&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;奇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/6533092822140650591-328216752794946957?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/328216752794946957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=328216752794946957&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/328216752794946957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/328216752794946957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='回想'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-6655888434335168757</id><published>2007-12-27T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:54:50.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Tiring Festive Period</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;   &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Lately there is hardly time to catch a breath!&lt;br /&gt;So many things to attend to, mainly fun of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can recall what I have been doing...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ricky, my KL mate from Perth, came down to Kuching, and lived with me for 10 days. So from the 14th of Dec until the 24th of Dec, I brought him around chucking at him all the local delicacies he could handle. You name it, he's tried it (and a little bit more!). On and off, Lionel, Lawrence, Kenny and Jerry joined us... like going up to Ching San Yuen (Lawrence, Kenny), Cultural Village (Kenny) etc. I managed to squeeze in meetings with Ying Ying, Jia Yiing, Eugenie and a couple of others. Met Jing, Cassie and Yee Wei before that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=591,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/mypic041_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/the_presence_of_absence/images/mypic041_1.jpg" title="Mypic041_1" alt="Mypic041_1" border="0" height="245" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Above) @ Ching San Yuen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=540,height=731,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/mypic076_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/the_presence_of_absence/images/mypic076_1.jpg" title="Mypic076_1" alt="Mypic076_1" border="0" height="365" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Above) @ Cultural Village&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also went to Mulu during that time, from the 18th of Dec until the 20th of Dec. This Mulu trip was by far the most random trip I have ever taken. Ricky was keen on going to Mulu so despite it being the wet season, we decided at 4.00pm on the 17th of Dec to go to Mulu against all advice. We went straight to Sak Soon Travel Agency and got ourselves flights at 7.00am the next day - absolute nutcase. Mulu trip was good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=590,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/mypic048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/the_presence_of_absence/images/mypic048.jpg" title="Mypic048" alt="Mypic048" border="0" height="245" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Above) Day 2 of Mulu - Do ignore the expression.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=591,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/mypic044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/the_presence_of_absence/images/mypic044.jpg" title="Mypic044" alt="Mypic044" border="0" height="245" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Above) @ Deer Cave, the largest cave passage in the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ricky left at 11am of the 24th. Sent him off, caught up with some overdue sleep before I went to Lawrence's house for the afternoon. Went to Bella Italia for Christmas Eve dinner with, let me see, Chien, San, Yee, Rence, Kenny, Wei, Siang, Shyang, Laura, Kshih and Maomao :). I introduced a few of them to Bella before and they all loved it so since we failed to book a table for 12 at Bla Bla Bla, Bella was the next best place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After that, we went for a few drinks (perhaps a few too many for some lol) at Lounge 2 at BDC. Shu Wei treated us all to a bottle of Jack Daniel's. Thanks man. It was a decent night-out, made better by me rubbing our lucky draw ticket on Kenny's shaved head. It was to prove fruitful as we won the prize 10 seconds after that!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=599,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/mypic073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chauz.blogs.friendster.com/the_presence_of_absence/images/mypic073.jpg" title="Mypic073" alt="Mypic073" border="0" height="256" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Above) @ Lounge 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Went home at around 2am, slept at around 3am, and was picked up by Lawrence at 7am on Christmas Day to go to Lionel's St Faith's Church's Christmas Day Service. Had breakfast with Lionel's Dad, bro and Kenny before that though. After Church we headed to Lawrence's house for a few rounds of FIFA 2008.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Had lunch with Hsiao Siang, headed home for an hour, before we played football. Harry and Jerry joined us. After football, we had Christmas Day dinner (or was it Ivan's Birthday dinner?) at Siang's place. Curry was great, Kachama was intoxicating and prawns were fresh. Oh and I won 1 coin too many...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next day? Back to work after 6 days off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/6533092822140650591-6655888434335168757?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/6655888434335168757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=6655888434335168757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6655888434335168757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6655888434335168757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2007/12/tiring-festive-period.html' title='Tiring Festive Period'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-3718239002576977856</id><published>2007-12-02T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:13.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Good Ol' Perth</title><content type='html'>2nd December today. I have been back for 6 days - reached Kuching afternoon of 26th November. I am not missing Perth, even though I spent 5 long years there. Maybe it's because I know I would be back there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do miss, is the many people I got to know and love over the years. I was doing a clean-up of my computer, and came across a lot of pictures taken in Perth. Below are some in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt; Dramatic change in body fat up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LMvJ5Xf2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6tQxsgUQIjU/s1600-R/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LMvJ5Xf2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D493TMJ5Hq8/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139395235265609570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people from Murdoch College. I started my 5-year stint in Perth doing Year 12 - the Australian version of Malaysia's STPM. As you can see from the picture, I was so bloated. In Lionel's words when he saw me in Kuching at the end of 2003... "a ball".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LNIZ5Xf3I/AAAAAAAAACE/JkIpxyoKA3o/s1600-R/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LNIZ5Xf3I/AAAAAAAAACE/R47k32ChUVY/s320/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139395669057306482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A group of friends I grew very close to over the years. From left to right, Rick, Kai Lin, Matt, Ru, Jeff, Raine, Myself and Karn. The picture was taken at Analakshmi, an Indian vegetarian restaurant situated near the Perth Bell Tower in 2004. This is memorable because of all the open tables IN the restaurant, I booked a table OUTSIDE the restaurant out on the balcony. It was at night, it was close to winter, and it was by the river... All night I was greeted with "Thanks Charles!". Haha, nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LNep5Xf4I/AAAAAAAAACM/fT_W8veq7iA/s1600-R/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LNep5Xf4I/AAAAAAAAACM/bWG5440oqz8/s320/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139396051309395842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my surprise birthday party of 2005. So much effort from everyone to make it a memorable one. As you guys can see I was all dressed up, because "initial" plan was to go the Burswood Casino. So Jeff picked me up, and said he forgot his wallet. Fishy, fishy. Went to his house and voila, walaoeh. Joelle's cake was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LN9J5Xf5I/AAAAAAAAACU/R2GsFMs1QoE/s1600-R/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LN9J5Xf5I/AAAAAAAAACU/JgQGCwNyPtk/s320/08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139396575295405970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Mooncake Festival of 2006 at Su Qin and Ann's place. I lived with a homestay family for 3.5 years, but moved out in the middle of 2006 to live by myself at Johanson Promenade. How lucky was I to get to know Edward? He was like a brother figure, and helped me heaps in adapting to the new environment. With him around, dinner was never a problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LOKp5Xf6I/AAAAAAAAACc/e6ltk1ShUIY/s1600-R/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LOKp5Xf6I/AAAAAAAAACc/2hLx2kQMAqs/s320/09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139396807223639970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken April 2007. Went Down South with 3 Kuching friends and a Greek/Aussie. From left to right, Tung, Chuan How, Myself, Sin Joo and Paulie. We covered a lot of places in just 3 days. It was the first time I actually drove in Australia, and it was quite an introduction as well, driving over a thousand kilometres all up. Very sleep-deprived, but very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LhOJ5Xf_I/AAAAAAAAADE/r9sAr379jE4/s1600-R/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LhOJ5Xf_I/AAAAAAAAADE/4TLbaFphAr4/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139417758074109938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shared the best Thai food in Perth @ Saowanee's Place, North Perth, with Ricky, Nicole, Cherie, Jeff, Rick, Kai Lin, Raine and Karn. This was initially meant to be a farewell dinner, but then we decided to have another one at Joy Garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LOfp5Xf7I/AAAAAAAAACk/8Z1reXCDOuQ/s1600-R/mypic028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LOfp5Xf7I/AAAAAAAAACk/d30XOSB5SJA/s320/mypic028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139397168000892850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are most certainly people I am going to miss heaps. We played indoor soccer everyweek at UWA's Recreation Centre. Quite a few Kuching lads in there, like Heng Teck, Asrul, Xin Long, Brandon and Wui Hao. Sure, I will have a lot more futsal sessions in Kuching... but it's just, well, different. The compact play in Perth (when playing 1 bay) calls for a different approach when playing, and my understanding with Bryan bears striking resemblance to my understanding with Lionel... maybe even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LPN55Xf8I/AAAAAAAAACs/XdcGyRZRi2s/s1600-R/mypic029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LPN55Xf8I/AAAAAAAAACs/RayUes5NIUI/s320/mypic029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139397962569842626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken 3 weeks ago. Nicole was behind the camera (how nice of me huh, dragging her to take picture). I truly love and appreciate Mr and Mrs Leong. They took fantastic care of me for over 3 years when I lived with them, and I will never forget how Mrs Leong cried when I left. I have grown to know them so well, along with their sons and grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LTHJ5Xf9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ads9ai6xLcY/s1600-R/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LTHJ5Xf9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GMfzWhv1Evk/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139402244652236754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tina, Lisa, Melanie, Myself and Ricky. This was taken 2 weeks ago after Aeroboxing class - me and Ricky's final Aeroboxing class before heading home to Malaysia. I am a true veteran, being the only person having attended 4 years of Aeroboxing - beating even our instructor Lisa. Our class usually goes up to 7 or 8 people... with a few regulars like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LTfp5Xf-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vpE1T-W8MR4/s1600-R/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LTfp5Xf-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/TdPAAwvRGJA/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139402665559031778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken last week @ Joy Garden, with just a few of my closest friends. Someone not in previous photos but in this one is Gianni. Gianni came to live with me in Kuching for a week 2 years ago. We then went to Bangkok and Pattaya together, and then spent a few days in Kuala Lumpur. He does Law, like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the many pictures. Never got to take one with Diana, who I came to know better near the end of my stay in Perth. The chabo hates taking pictures! Anyhoo, been great fun over 5 years... should have got to know a few people better as well - people like Nicole my housemate who, despite having seen her sleepy eyes and bad hair in the morning, I feel has more sides to her. No one to walk you home from University anymore, bratty! Oh Matt if you are reading this... sorry we never got to catch up during the busy period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky will be coming down to Kuching in less than 2 weeks. Close buddy from Perth, and I shall unleash upon him all the great food Kuching has to offer... like caterpillars and crickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-3718239002576977856?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/3718239002576977856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=3718239002576977856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/3718239002576977856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/3718239002576977856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-ol-perth.html' title='Good Ol&apos; Perth'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R1LMvJ5Xf2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D493TMJ5Hq8/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-6191239935315725275</id><published>2007-11-23T12:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:52:29.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Taking You Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.movingdayboxes.com/moving-boxes-kitch-bun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.movingdayboxes.com/moving-boxes-kitch-bun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to pack you in my box, and take you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, boxes have all been packed, with about 175kgs worth of belongings. Lloyd came to pick up the boxes this morning, and I had to pay AU$500. Brought my 2 bikes to Cash Converters and they gave me AU$120 for them both - not too bad. My DVD player, however, went for AU$15. But then it's not branded so didn't expect much. The printer did not sell, though. Neither did the dumbbells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to pack &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;youuuu&lt;/span&gt; in my box, and take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;youuuu&lt;/span&gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&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/6533092822140650591-6191239935315725275?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/6191239935315725275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=6191239935315725275&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6191239935315725275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/6191239935315725275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2007/11/taking-you-home.html' title='Taking You Home'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-5638567763188347975</id><published>2007-11-22T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:52:29.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>On a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>It's been a long while since I last blogged, but I have been really busy finishing up my Honours Paper and one final exam. I am all done now, and I am all set for the next stage of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving Perth, for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I miss this place? To be honest, right now... I think I will not, but perhaps after a while, I will. What I am going to miss, is the many friends I have made here, throughout my time in Year 12, and throughout my 4 years in University. It is scary to think that after 5 years, I might never see these people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my future pretty much planned out.&lt;br /&gt;So now it's all about execution. I want to achieve so much before I turn 30, so I better get cracking huh? It's going to be one hell of a journey, but I will get there I am certain of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really be uploading some pictures I have taken recently but no time for that - the box people are coming to collect the boxes tomorrow and I have a lot to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave you guys with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt; to an emo song (I bought a shirt as a gift yesterday, and it says "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheer up, Emo Kid&lt;/span&gt;" with a sad smilie at the end of it - I am sure she'll like it). And before you ask, no, I am not that emo kid. I hate emo kids. But Lionel is an emo kid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't come here for crying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't come here to break down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... it's just a dream of mine is coming to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And how can I blame you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... when I have built my world around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... the hope that someday we'd be so much more than friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't want to know the price I'm gonna pay for dreaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... when even now it's more than I can take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-5638567763188347975?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/5638567763188347975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=5638567763188347975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/5638567763188347975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/5638567763188347975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-jet-plane.html' title='On a Jet Plane'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-8026677286073104737</id><published>2007-10-31T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:52:29.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>How Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dlanham.com/art/spring/spring2_wide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.dlanham.com/art/spring/spring2_wide.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year.&lt;br /&gt;The couple of months...&lt;br /&gt;... spent exploring each others' worlds a year ago are still fresh.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like yesterday, you know.&lt;br /&gt;The feelings are long gone, though.&lt;br /&gt;I tried recapturing the feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Did you?&lt;br /&gt;It felt real.&lt;br /&gt;So real.&lt;br /&gt;What we had resembles a dream, a wonderland...&lt;br /&gt;... that we did not want to wake up from.&lt;br /&gt;But reality had to set in.&lt;br /&gt;It had to.&lt;br /&gt;The uncertainties made it blissful.&lt;br /&gt;The naivety made it memorable.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to newer things, better things...&lt;br /&gt;... there will still be little things.&lt;br /&gt;Little things that brought back memories...&lt;br /&gt;... of those months of Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-8026677286073104737?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/8026677286073104737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=8026677286073104737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8026677286073104737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8026677286073104737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-are-you.html' title='How Are You?'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-8132113705447742631</id><published>2007-10-24T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:14.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Very Thai</title><content type='html'>Went for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thai Festival @ Russel Square&lt;/span&gt; on James Street in Northbridge. According to its official website, the Thai Festival "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arrives in Perth for the first time with huge showcase of Thai food and culture in all its forms bringing the taste of Thailand to people in Perth&lt;/span&gt;." And boy oh boy did we taste Thailand.&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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/Rx7WZMox0cI/AAAAAAAAABc/Pf29-XHJi8s/s1600-h/mypic127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/Rx7WZMox0cI/AAAAAAAAABc/Pf29-XHJi8s/s320/mypic127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124769154371539394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above: The Spicy Thai Chicken Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/Rx7Xp8ox0dI/AAAAAAAAABk/KRf-QCWUA9w/s1600-h/mypic134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/Rx7Xp8ox0dI/AAAAAAAAABk/KRf-QCWUA9w/s320/mypic134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124770541645976018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above: Baby sausage (tasted salty, sweet and sour... no really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/Rx7Ybsox0eI/AAAAAAAAABs/KJ60NimRHm0/s1600-h/mypic130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/Rx7Ybsox0eI/AAAAAAAAABs/KJ60NimRHm0/s320/mypic130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124771396344467938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Above: Thai dude making "Money Bags" for fying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/Rx7Zssox0fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sO15AmxlXNI/s1600-h/mypic128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/Rx7Zssox0fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sO15AmxlXNI/s320/mypic128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124772787913871858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Above: This is like, 10% of the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently I look Thai. A couple of years back, I was at a bus stop when a Thai student asked me if I was Thai. And after going to this Thai Festival, I am convinced I look Thai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seller 1:&lt;/span&gt; สบายดีรึเปล่า&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seller 2:&lt;/span&gt; คุณต้องการซื้ออะไรครับ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;@#%*&amp;amp;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nut&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt;, my housemates, were part of the organising committee - pretty cool organising a huge event like this I would think. I went with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ricky&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;, and it was good fun. Who am I kidding? Whenever there is food involved, it's going to be fun. I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khem&lt;/span&gt; - haven't seen in for 3 long years. Caught up with him a bit... he put on a bit of weight I must say. But chubby is cute... right, Nicole? Right this moment, Nicole is nodding profusely in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some glorious food, Ricky dropped me by Udub's sports center as I caught up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; and the other boys for a 3 grueling hours of indoor soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss. Back to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;18,000-word&lt;/span&gt; research paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Qi&lt;/span&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/6533092822140650591-8132113705447742631?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/8132113705447742631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=8132113705447742631&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8132113705447742631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8132113705447742631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2007/10/very-thai.html' title='Very Thai'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/Rx7WZMox0cI/AAAAAAAAABc/Pf29-XHJi8s/s72-c/mypic127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-8329826460760782777</id><published>2007-10-21T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:32:23.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright as a general rule, I do not respond to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tags&lt;/span&gt;" - just ask anyone who has tagged me before, like Jing - sorry, Jing. People have tried in Xanga and failed... but today when I went to play soccer, the following conversation took place after soccer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana: &lt;/span&gt;Eh qi, I tagged you. Remember to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi:&lt;/span&gt; Don't want lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana:&lt;/span&gt; Must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi: &lt;/span&gt;My blog very serious one leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana: &lt;/span&gt;Why so serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi:&lt;/span&gt; (forgot what I said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana: &lt;/span&gt;I don't care arh. Must do arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi:&lt;/span&gt; Don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 minutes later when walking to car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana: &lt;/span&gt;Qi, do arh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi:&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Conversations were not recorded - pardon inaccuracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two names you go by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Zu (don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two things you are wearing right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; PJs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two things you would want (or have) in a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; No strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two things you like to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Dreaming big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Making money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two things you want very badly at the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Motivation to complete 18,000-word paper (hereinafter referred to as "paper of the century")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Watched soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Watched Back to the Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two things you ate today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Chicken Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Thai Kueh Tiaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two people you last talked to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two things you’re doing tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Work on paper of the century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Prepare for workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite day of the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (don't look at me like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two favorite holidays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Chinese New Year holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Self-declared holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two favorite beverages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Self made protein shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Prune juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two things about me! Things you may not have known:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I used to weigh 85kgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;My stamp collection can buy me a few cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two jobs I have had in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Legal assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Japanese restaurant chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two movies I would watch over and over: (and do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Hitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two places I have lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Kuching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two of my favorite foods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Japanese food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Italian food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two places I’d rather be right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Happy where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Renderred invalid by number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two people I think will respond to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I will not put people through the pain of doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Whatever you are thinking, Diana, answer is 'yes'. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-8329826460760782777?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/8329826460760782777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=8329826460760782777&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8329826460760782777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8329826460760782777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2007/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-8500144397132392272</id><published>2007-10-18T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:56:06.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophical Qi'/><title type='text'>Racial Tension</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.paulooi.com/wp-content/June/malaysia_student.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 224px;" src="http://www.paulooi.com/wp-content/June/malaysia_student.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This post may offend certain people. Only proceed if you have an open mind. I take no sides in this post, for I respect everyone as a unique individual.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one thing that has been on my mind quite a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racial tension is at an all-time high, or perhaps we just get exposed to more and more of these hardship because we are at an age to form our own opinions on the issue. Like it or not, the race issue will always be there. It is not something you pass down from one generation to another, though that plays a part. It is not something that just comes naturally either. It is something that stems from our own experiences, and therein lies the problem. We feel strongly about where we stand after we have experienced racial tension, making it impossible to eradicate, and even harder to break down and analyse because what is tension? What is racial discrimination? It is a vague idea. It is sad, but it is the truth - and truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A pluralist culture based on a vibrant and interesting fusion of Malay and Chinese" has been the description used to promote Malaysia, but how true is that? How often do you see Malay and Chinese engaging in a "vibrant" and "interesting" fusion? How often do you see Malay and Chinese out in public together, to do normal things like shopping, watching a movie etc? Of course, these things do happen, but how often? And how many friends from the other race do you have? I never thought about these things, but now come to think of it, it is indeed quite startling. Malaysia have sinked to a point where the damage done is beyond repair - its irremediable. And, there is no fusion, stop kidding yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say there is no fusion, I mean, as a whole group of people - the Malays, and the Chinese, collectively. Individually, though, situations can be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think if we were to mix them up, both Malay and Chinese, it has to happen from a very young age - not in Universities, surely. You see, if we have Chinese schools and Malay schools, exactly how well would one race know about the other, when they do not understand each other at all? Even in a government-funded mixed schools, the Chinese flock together, and the Malays too. Birds of the same feathers flock together, they say... and it is an apt description here. Back in my high school in Kuching, we had Malay schoolmates, but surprisingly enough, they were all in one class - and the other classes were almost entirely made up of Chinese students, with a couple of Dayak students here and there. I mean, I never thought about it back then, but now looking back it does seem a little odd - if not very. Sure enough, our school was, and is still, influenced by the Teo Chew Association... but if you ask me, if you are going to have a mixed school, then mix them up, for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share my experiences in the next post, and briefly look at Article 153 of the Constitution of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-8500144397132392272?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/8500144397132392272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=8500144397132392272&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8500144397132392272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8500144397132392272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2007/10/racial-tension.html' title='Racial Tension'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533092822140650591.post-8717098391759641806</id><published>2007-10-17T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:40:40.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditching The Old</title><content type='html'>The Friendster Blog is slowly but surely running out of space...&lt;br /&gt;... and they make people pay for an upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to hell with that, I say.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my mates use blogspot anyway, so might as well make the switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Once - Aku Mau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kau boleh acuhkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;Dan anggap ku tak ada&lt;br /&gt;Tapi takkan merubah perasaanku&lt;br /&gt;Kepadamu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kuyakin pasti suatu saat&lt;br /&gt;Semua kan terjadi&lt;br /&gt;Kau kan mencintaiku&lt;br /&gt;Dan tak akan pernah melepasku&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku mau mendampingi dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Aku mau cintai kekuranganmu&lt;br /&gt;Selalu bersedia bahagiakanmu&lt;br /&gt;Apapun terjadi&lt;br /&gt;Kujanjikan aku ada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kau boleh jauhi diriku&lt;br /&gt;Namun kupercaya&lt;br /&gt;Kau kan mencintaiku&lt;br /&gt;Dan tak akan pernah melepasku&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku mau mendampingi dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Aku mau cintai kekuranganmu&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang rela terluka&lt;br /&gt;Untuk masa lalu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend everyone to download this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533092822140650591-8717098391759641806?l=kingqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/feeds/8717098391759641806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533092822140650591&amp;postID=8717098391759641806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8717098391759641806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533092822140650591/posts/default/8717098391759641806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingqi.blogspot.com/2007/10/ditching-old.html' title='Ditching The Old'/><author><name>King Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724273054742734464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZxcwNi0ilCg/R5AeK8nCX6I/AAAAAAAAADY/n4M1QjlPCNQ/S220/mypic013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
