<?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-9984386</id><updated>2012-01-07T05:57:48.606+08:00</updated><category term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Attraction, Distraction</title><subtitle type='html'>Being attractive and distractive at the same time is tough. Attraction in the public? Distracting the public? Nah... Just be yourself! Live life like there is 100 years to go, and live everyday to its fullest.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-8469473121122202394</id><published>2011-09-18T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:31:25.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting Security</title><summary type='text'>It is utterly important for people to feel secure with what they do most of the time.

The sense of insecurity I felt was killing me.
As I was talking to myself and doing some discovery about myself, I noticed it was because I have too much expectation over myself and I was unable to achieve them. Whether or not this is due to the amount of ego I have, I am not sure. But without expectations </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8469473121122202394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=8469473121122202394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/8469473121122202394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/8469473121122202394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2011/09/expecting-security.html' title='Expecting Security'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-8932723067676049517</id><published>2011-09-18T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:41:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a slacker</title><summary type='text'>I don't want to be a slacker.

The dissertation is killing me. I am having so much negative feelings about my dissertation now. It is like taking so much of my time and it has not really bare much fruits up to this moment.

I lost a place to stay now. I am again back to the point whereby I am not feeling secure, with almost everything.

Feeling insecure about a place of my own.
Feeling insecure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8932723067676049517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=8932723067676049517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/8932723067676049517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/8932723067676049517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-slacker.html' title='Not a slacker'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-1926097037546208692</id><published>2011-02-28T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:02:25.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastating February</title><summary type='text'>February is the shortest month of the year, and it used to be one of the most anticipated months of all. The reason is fairly simple; it is the month of the Chinese New Year and the spring festival, and it is also the month of expressing love, a.k.a. the Valentines’.
 
The case is different for me thou. I could still recall last year’s CNY and Valentines’ day fall on the same day. Even though I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1926097037546208692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=1926097037546208692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/1926097037546208692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/1926097037546208692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2011/02/devastating-february.html' title='Devastating February'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-6365972565978764773</id><published>2010-08-30T02:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:18:13.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>向悲哀說再見</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, I feel like singing out loud
Sometimes, I feel like torturing myself
Like the best singer on earth where everyone stands and applause after every song
Like the desperate psycho wandering around looking for everything and nothing

I just realize one of my favourite Japanese song was a very popular song in Japan and is sung by a singer who has the same birthday as me!
玉置浩二 Kōji Tamaki  -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6365972565978764773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=6365972565978764773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/6365972565978764773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/6365972565978764773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='向悲哀說再見'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-8451618033763888344</id><published>2010-08-28T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T02:59:01.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-reading the old posts</title><summary type='text'>I happen to read some of my older posts here again. There has been a tremendous growth in me. But all of these experiences are not to be forgotten. Reading them again gives me inspiration to move on. I am really glad I keep a blog. Do you? =D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8451618033763888344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=8451618033763888344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/8451618033763888344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/8451618033763888344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2010/08/re-reading-old-posts.html' title='Re-reading the old posts'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-8439673903260471183</id><published>2010-06-23T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T01:13:11.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes to ponder</title><summary type='text'>I was ranting to a dear friend, and he feel dissatisfied with something I said. He remarked, "If people don't pressure you, you won't move." I think he is right. I lack that consistently running engine to rev myself up. This includes many things in live. I need to find some source to keep the engine hot and running!

I was reading a book about human body, and the writer says the following:
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8439673903260471183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=8439673903260471183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/8439673903260471183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/8439673903260471183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2010/06/quotes-to-ponder.html' title='Quotes to ponder'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-5481595823992663099</id><published>2010-06-21T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:51:32.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I 'love' marking papers</title><summary type='text'>I am now (well actually since last month) doing some marking, and I am extreamly bored of doing it! Repetitive, and tiring. I like to mark those which is properly done, but not those which are done half way.

Either all or nothing.

I hate those which is hanging half way.

I like those which is done fully.

I think, doing a job fully, correctly, effiently and effectively is very important.
I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5481595823992663099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=5481595823992663099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/5481595823992663099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/5481595823992663099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-marking-papers.html' title='I &apos;love&apos; marking papers'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-204673809188225601</id><published>2010-06-17T05:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:31:34.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body System</title><summary type='text'>I came across this very gross yet meaningful clip about a guy who was injured. His skin and flesh was cut off and exposing his inner organs including throat, intestines and others. This clip was shot in the hospital and he was still alive during the recording. The clip shows the throat's motion when he is breathing, and some of the blood vessel movements.
It was meant to show his will to live on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/204673809188225601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=204673809188225601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/204673809188225601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/204673809188225601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2010/06/body-system.html' title='Body System'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-153342875729845695</id><published>2010-06-17T04:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T04:43:27.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidying...</title><summary type='text'>My room is cluttered with a lot of unnecessary stuff, such as receipts, old notes, used notebooks and dust. I was thinking to clean up a bit, even at such wee hour.
I wanted to move my desktop system unit from the floor onto the cupboard so I have more leg room and the unit can have more fresh air. I got myself a nice box to keep the unnecessary stuff. I did not start packing until everyone has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/153342875729845695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=153342875729845695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/153342875729845695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/153342875729845695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2010/06/tidying.html' title='Tidying...'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-4890177080052902057</id><published>2010-06-16T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:28:35.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging again :)</title><summary type='text'>It has been quite some time since I really sit down and write about my feelings. It just did not cross my mind that I need to write them down. Perhaps, it was because this is in the public domain. Well, I will try to get past that.
It is the school holiday now. I did something which I don't do usually. I took a break.
I went back to my mummy's hometown; I had some extra sleep which I don't get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4890177080052902057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=4890177080052902057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/4890177080052902057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/4890177080052902057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2010/06/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging again :)'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-6676152821757034464</id><published>2010-03-13T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:17:06.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored-1</title><summary type='text'>I am so bored I decided to write this here. Full stop. Dot. Lols. Time to sleep. Dot.

Hahahahahhahahahahha.

Gaga.

Mr Gaga. Gag-ga. Ga. Garena. 

Bored.

Bo-re-duh. Duh damba. La Bamba. Khalil. Whee~

Thanks for reading. Whee~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6676152821757034464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=6676152821757034464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/6676152821757034464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/6676152821757034464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2010/03/bored-1.html' title='Bored-1'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-2253047467262804755</id><published>2009-07-26T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:22:25.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negligence</title><summary type='text'>Negligence. It is defined as to pay no attention or too little attention to, or in law, the failure to exercise that degree of care to somebody or something.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/2253047467262804755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=2253047467262804755&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/2253047467262804755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/2253047467262804755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2009/07/negligence.html' title='Negligence'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-6442686862745463473</id><published>2009-07-20T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:20:19.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Special - Haze-covered Eyr</title><summary type='text'>It has been my habit of being lazy during the 'long' weekend. True enough, I spent my weekend doing nothing but enjoying the day. I watched Harry Potter 6 in 1U, spent a few tokens in the arcade, played pool, went to night market, had a drink with a special someone. And none of this has pretty much connection of getting my week started properly.

Monday morning. I woke up lazily, as usual. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6442686862745463473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=6442686862745463473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/6442686862745463473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/6442686862745463473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2009/07/mondays-special-haze-covered-eyr.html' title='Monday&apos;s Special - Haze-covered Eyr'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-6425854113046411694</id><published>2009-07-16T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:26:42.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haze Frenzy</title><summary type='text'>Oh dear. People of the Klang Valley has been living in the 'magical' mist air which consists of dust and smoke particles for the past week. All thanks to the great wizard, Indonesia.


Smoke haze in Indonesia's Riau worsens 

JAKARTA, July 15 (Xinhua) -- Smoke haze resulted from forest fire in Indonesia's Riau province is getting out of control, the private news portal detikcom reported on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6425854113046411694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=6425854113046411694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/6425854113046411694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/6425854113046411694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2009/07/haze-frenzy.html' title='Haze Frenzy'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-1071758336507555687</id><published>2009-07-13T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:00:49.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvesting Mushrooms</title><summary type='text'>Wow. It has been a long time since I came here. I know there is a lot of you have complaint to me that mushrooms are sprouting as if it just rained. I shall declare today as the harvest day!

Oh yes.　I should really keep this running so I won't be complaint by the visitors again. You know who you are. ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1071758336507555687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=1071758336507555687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/1071758336507555687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/1071758336507555687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2009/07/harvesting-mushrooms.html' title='Harvesting Mushrooms'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-5292318855683821399</id><published>2009-06-18T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:57:33.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarot</title><summary type='text'>I got my best friend to do a tarot reading for me. I was intrigued by the result. It was amazingly accurate.

There is a series of things happening to me and my work, and other related things as well. I have got too engrossed with my work at a point it has influenced my life. But I have not done enough at my work. I could do much better than this. I could be a better person.

I must change my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5292318855683821399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=5292318855683821399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/5292318855683821399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/5292318855683821399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2009/06/tarot.html' title='Tarot'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-3655305376959185606</id><published>2009-02-08T03:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:36:15.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's</title><summary type='text'>I have just done watching a movie about how a dad feels when his beloved daughter gets married. The distraught about wedding cost, the worries about wedding progress, the fears about losing his daughter, and the reluctance of letting his daughter go. At the end of the story, the dad did not get to dance with the daughter, nor kiss her… The father and daughter did not have any interaction after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3655305376959185606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=3655305376959185606&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/3655305376959185606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/3655305376959185606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-284452233984545787</id><published>2008-12-05T01:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:34:58.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><summary type='text'>What is a journey?

A journey is not a trip.

It is not a vacation.

It is a process. A discovery.

It is a process of self discovery.

A journey brings us face to face to ourselves.

Journey shows us not only the world, but how we fit in it.

Does the person creates a journey, or does the journey creates a person?

The journey is life itself.

Where will life take you?

- Louis Vuitton</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/284452233984545787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=284452233984545787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/284452233984545787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/284452233984545787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2008/12/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-5754293639555418405</id><published>2008-11-17T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:23:43.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I was taking the second last train back home from KL Sentral Station and was listening to some very comforting ballads. When I looked out the opened doors of the train, I saw the famous landmark in Kuala Lumpur, the Twin Tower KLCC. For a moment, I felt glad being in KL, back to warm climate, back to dressing normal tees and shorts, back to food haven, back to a place I am familiar with, and back</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5754293639555418405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=5754293639555418405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/5754293639555418405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/5754293639555418405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-random-thoughts.html' title='Some random thoughts'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-5577580217150176500</id><published>2008-10-10T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:54:03.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of Oct 09</title><summary type='text'>9th of October; it is 3 o’clock in the morning. I woke up suddenly, not because of alarms or bad dreams, I guess it was heat. The portable, old-fashioned heater was switched on to heat the air, and it indirectly heated my bed as well. My stomach was full as well, of the foot long subway sandwich I ate last night as dinner-cum-supper. I got up and turned off the heater, got back into the bed. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5577580217150176500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=5577580217150176500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/5577580217150176500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/5577580217150176500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2008/10/diary-of-oct-09.html' title='Diary of Oct 09'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-1959589141778826867</id><published>2008-10-04T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:40:10.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days back in the UK</title><summary type='text'>As you have known, I was out of my accommodation in Liverpool on the fifth of September and went on a short trip around Europe.

When I was in London for a few days before I left UK to Italy, I had doubts where I would live after the whole 16 days’ trip in Europe.

I was worried because I would have about a month time before I go back to Malaysia because I was unable to move my flight dates </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1959589141778826867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=1959589141778826867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/1959589141778826867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/1959589141778826867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2008/10/days-back-in-uk.html' title='Days back in the UK'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/SOZlanHvD4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/bLOGvROvh4w/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-1238145457919635268</id><published>2008-09-02T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:56:40.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stresses - Sep 01, 2008</title><summary type='text'>There has been a long time since I have wrote down my feelings.

I was seriously devastated few weeks ago, acting totally bizarre. Tasks stacked and feelings are awry.

Things I was stressed about was:

1.) Water

There was a small 1 day water construction in the hostel, causing waters not working for a day. After that day, the water pressure was really really low. If a person uses water, another</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1238145457919635268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=1238145457919635268&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/1238145457919635268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/1238145457919635268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2008/09/stresses-sep-01-2008.html' title='Stresses - Sep 01, 2008'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-3348961380379889584</id><published>2008-08-01T06:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:20:22.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Mirror walking around</title><summary type='text'>I felt a tap on my back and it was Chalis. 'Do you want this?' he asked, showing me a piece of lollipop he was eating, and only a little is left. I smiled and shook my head lightly, then I turned back. What the irony.

It has been great living with my current house mates. Introducing Chalis, Kelvin, Kien Fu and a dear old friend Jonathan.

Birthday of Kien Fu (Middle). From left: Kelvin, Chalis, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3348961380379889584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=3348961380379889584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/3348961380379889584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/3348961380379889584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2008/08/mirror-mirror-walking-around.html' title='Mirror Mirror walking around'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/re.eyrique/SIuHgBkEFoI/AAAAAAAAA7M/tGDGeXpI6hU/s72-c/DSC07015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-8181127279486927731</id><published>2008-07-30T21:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:35:42.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some little evaluation on OpenOffice,org</title><summary type='text'>I am in Lab now, doing some laboratory work assigned by Dr Zhang Weidong. My third subject in Liverpool John Moores University.

I discovered that the computer is installed with both OpenOffice.org 2.0 and Microsoft Office 2003. Since I know how to use MsWord already, I opted to use OpenOffice.org Writer, and see how it works.

Two of the things I have used is table function and picture function.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8181127279486927731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=8181127279486927731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/8181127279486927731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/8181127279486927731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-little-evaluation-on-openofficeorg.html' title='Some little evaluation on OpenOffice,org'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-2110509678870428213</id><published>2008-07-09T05:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:21:21.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oversea Anxiety</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for not updating this for so long. I know I should have written about my experience in Liverpool for a very very long time.

I am in Liverpool at the end of May, and it has been 5, 6 weeks since I am here. I tried to fit in, adjust myself to the local weather, food, and all sorts of craps. And I still miss Malaysia.

Currently, I am anxious about my future in Liverpool. Not to that extend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/2110509678870428213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=2110509678870428213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/2110509678870428213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/2110509678870428213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2008/07/oversea-anxiety.html' title='Oversea Anxiety'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-3857895979041089008</id><published>2008-06-23T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T02:39:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious paths</title><summary type='text'>I discovered this article from BBC, and it is really interesting.

Click on the link to see it.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/programmes/crossing_continents/6150340.stm

Point to ponder.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3857895979041089008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=3857895979041089008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/3857895979041089008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/3857895979041089008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2008/06/religious-paths.html' title='Religious paths'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-6988622359762862613</id><published>2008-06-22T15:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:19:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring Article</title><summary type='text'>I discovered a very inspiring article from 'The Star' and I would like to share it with all of you. Here it is.


Stalked for my blog      Blogged out
By NICOLE TAN            
HEY, are you Nicolekiss?” a girl, looking excited yet terrified, squeaked as she tapped my shoulder. “Err ? yes?” I replied. “Hi, I read your blog! Can I take a photo with you?” After obliging her, she shook my hand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6988622359762862613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=6988622359762862613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/6988622359762862613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/6988622359762862613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-discovered-very-inspiring-article.html' title='Inspiring Article'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-7877081978182345388</id><published>2007-10-04T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T02:06:56.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Love is...</title><summary type='text'>I always tell my friends, or anyone whom I came across who questions about love. Perhaps I am a science person, I came across articles on the science of love.

It says, scienctist has found that love is controlled by a certain release of chemical in the brain. It was defined that when these chemicals are released, you are deeply in love, the love bud are deeply rooted in your heart, the passion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7877081978182345388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=7877081978182345388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/7877081978182345388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/7877081978182345388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-8769121334691968472</id><published>2007-09-12T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:20:19.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feline</title><summary type='text'>Describe feline from your inner-self.

This description will change in time. Currently to me, feline is hostile. Hope this will change in time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8769121334691968472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=8769121334691968472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/8769121334691968472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/8769121334691968472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2007/09/feline.html' title='Feline'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-3660049509793186689</id><published>2007-09-12T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:38:12.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Choices</title><summary type='text'>Choices is perhaps one of the most stressful word humans come across. Whatever we do, we will have to choose.

Recently I have been wandering if I have chosen the right thing, and those choices are of a big deal. My course of study, and some personal things.

I could not say that I have comtemplated about them lying on my bed, because that is so not me. But at times, these choices came across my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3660049509793186689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=3660049509793186689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/3660049509793186689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/3660049509793186689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2007/09/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-5128061191980464421</id><published>2007-08-14T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T02:11:25.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philoprogenitoveness</title><summary type='text'>This semester I took a liberal arts subject "Introduction to Short Stories". It is the only non-technical subject in my course of study this semester. It was fun studying it. 

Just recently we studied "The Ransom of Red Chief" by O. Henry. This story is about irony mostly. But this is not what I wanted to highlight today. It is about philoprogenitoveness, the longest word in the story.

Wow. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5128061191980464421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=5128061191980464421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/5128061191980464421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/5128061191980464421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2007/08/philoprogenitoveness.html' title='Philoprogenitoveness'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-3581736635196429575</id><published>2007-08-10T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:23:52.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home - Chris Daughtry</title><summary type='text'>I have been looking for this song for sometimes. Used to love this song when this is played on the radio. For the first time I found this song, I watched the video and sang along. Tears were in my eye.


 Chris Daughtry Lyrics Videos
    

 
Now I remembered. It was featured in American Idol. Aw. Love this song so much!

I'm staring out into the night
And trying to hide the pain 
I'm going to the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3581736635196429575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=3581736635196429575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/3581736635196429575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/3581736635196429575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2007/08/home-chris-daughtry.html' title='Home - Chris Daughtry'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-3434585546779013758</id><published>2007-07-27T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:29:45.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Funny toes, shocked young couple</title><summary type='text'>I moving towards the long escalator moving down to the ground floor from the LRT platform in KL Sentral. I felt someone pushing me from behind when I was just about to step on the escalator. A girl slipped through my back and stood next to me on the platform of the escalator. She was in a hurry, and rushed down the escalator.

I noticed her toes. She was wearing those slipper-like sandal with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3434585546779013758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=3434585546779013758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/3434585546779013758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/3434585546779013758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2007/07/funny-toes-shocked-young-couple.html' title='Funny toes, shocked young couple'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-7761796875591417671</id><published>2007-07-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:54:11.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Journal of the Day</title><summary type='text'>Rain was almost ending when my class finished at 4pm. Drizzling a little here and there. I packed all my books in my backpack, getting ready to go home. I put on my sweater, covering a book which I borrowed from the library, and walked towards the LRT station.

Halfway to the train station, it rained again. I sighed, but I was lucky because I was underneath of the high-raised railway track. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7761796875591417671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=7761796875591417671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/7761796875591417671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/7761796875591417671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2007/07/journal-of-day.html' title='Journal of the Day'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-116032405133841869</id><published>2006-10-09T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:14:11.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men, women and sex</title><summary type='text'>"很多男生會想要跟喜歡的人有性關係,其實那都不是真愛...

基本上一個男人遇到自己最愛的女人,是想要保護她,永遠跟他在一起而不會去想性....

但是愛最後會有性,那是完美的靈肉合一,是很單純的快樂,是一種至高無上的幸福感."

Here is something my primary school crush wrote. This is kinda what she thinks about men, and sex. I guess this is kinda true huh? Don't you agree with it?

I heard, men thinks about sex every 20 minutes. Whether true or not, men still do thinks about sex. Relationship wise, it will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/116032405133841869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=116032405133841869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/116032405133841869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/116032405133841869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/10/men-women-and-sex.html' title='Men, women and sex'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-115842682013700372</id><published>2006-09-17T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T01:13:40.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>千里之外 藏着 北极星的眼泪</title><summary type='text'>在千里之外，藏着北极星的眼泪……


千里之外 - 周杰伦，费玉清



屋簷如悬崖 风铃如沧海 我等燕归来
时间被安排 演一场意外 妳悄然走开

故事在城外 浓雾散不开 看不清对白
妳听不出来 风声不存在 是我在感慨

梦醒来 是谁在窗台 把结局打开
那薄如蝉翼的未来 经不起谁来拆

我送妳离开 千里之外 妳无声黑白
沉默年代 或许不该 太遥远的相爱

我送妳离开 天涯之外 妳是否还在
琴声何来 生死难猜 用一生 去等待

闻泪声入林 寻梨花白 只得一行 青苔
天在山之外 雨落花台 我两鬢斑白
闻泪声入林 寻梨花白 只得一行 青苔
天在山之外 雨落花台 我等妳来

一身琉璃白 透明著尘埃 妳无瑕的爱
妳从雨中来 诗化了悲哀 我淋湿现在

芙蓉水面採 船行影犹在 妳却不回来
被岁月覆盖 妳说的花开 过去成空白

梦醒来 是谁在窗台 把结局打开
那薄如蝉翼的未来 经不起谁来拆

我送妳离开</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/115842682013700372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=115842682013700372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115842682013700372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115842682013700372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='千里之外 藏着 北极星的眼泪'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-115555213021951235</id><published>2006-08-14T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:57:59.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sad Song - Emil</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/115555213021951235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=115555213021951235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115555213021951235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115555213021951235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad-song-emil.html' title='The Sad Song - Emil'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-115555180391398844</id><published>2006-08-14T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:39:31.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Brawl</title><summary type='text'>I read this interesting article from The Sun on either the 9th or 10th, August 2006. Here you go.

A woman patron beats up a staff of Rising Sun Anger Release Bar in eastern
Chinse City of Nanjing, The new bar lets customers an unusual outlet for their
anger and frustration - by allowing them to use the workers as punching bags. In
addition to getting a drink, one can also pay money to smash </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/115555180391398844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=115555180391398844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115555180391398844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115555180391398844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/08/bar-brawl.html' title='Bar Brawl'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-115531956944676627</id><published>2006-08-12T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T02:06:09.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Rich' and 'Poor'</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure you might have read this in some forwarded mail, but I would like to repost it here.

One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the
country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.

They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be
considered a very poor family.

On their return from their trip, the father asked his son,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/115531956944676627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=115531956944676627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115531956944676627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115531956944676627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/08/rich-and-poor.html' title='&apos;Rich&apos; and &apos;Poor&apos;'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-115531885488875919</id><published>2006-08-12T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:54:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beautiful Sister</title><summary type='text'>My sister is getting more and more beautiful.

She was getting ready for her dance competition. Was trying on clothes for her competition. I was around her room and she asked me some questions. As she came out of her room, I looked at her.

So beautiful.

In my eyes, she has never been this beautiful.

She starts to have mesmerising touch in her.

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That's what you will hear when 8TV runs LOST's commercials.

It feels, scary, empty and... LOST...

That's what I feel nowadays.

Not only just watching Lost. And dang it cause they still have not finish by season 2.

Why do I say I feel LOST?

Well, I haven't been doing too well in my AdvDip year. Losing out among my coursemates...

Didn't really do my tutorials... Skipping all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/115496865761382449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=115496865761382449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115496865761382449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115496865761382449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-115496584216163894</id><published>2006-08-07T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:50:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been busy</title><summary type='text'>An-nyo!! There has been a long time since I have ever blogged. Well, not too long, a few weeks thou. Haha.

Lets see what to update.

Got my new laptop. An Acer Aspire 5540 series. It has a 2 brains at the solving speed of 1.6GHz (well, this is kinda low-end nowadays), a 14.1" WXGA CrystalBrite LCD screen, an Intel Graphic Media Accelerator 950, a 60GB HDD of unknown brand, a DVD/CD-RW combo, 1GB</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/115496584216163894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=115496584216163894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115496584216163894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115496584216163894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/08/been-busy.html' title='Been busy'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-115082575013800627</id><published>2006-06-21T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T15:29:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMD1</title><summary type='text'>Proud to say that I am in AMD1!!! Not Advance Micro Devices, but Advance Diploma in Microelectronics in Computer Communication Year 1. (If you read my previous post, I am a AMD user, and proud to be one)

Advance year. What should I say about it. This is already the forth week and ten more weeks to go for exam, and I am stuck in the middle of nowhere.

The subjects I am having this semester is:
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/115082575013800627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=115082575013800627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115082575013800627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115082575013800627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/06/amd1.html' title='AMD1'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-115081758727231995</id><published>2006-06-20T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:33:07.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The refurbished KTM</title><summary type='text'>I was on my way home from college on Monday as usual, taking KTM to Kepong from the KL Sentral Station. In a short wait, the train arrived. It was the oldest model of train KTMB is still using to commute the passanger. To my surprise, it was refurbished. The old model which looks like a long distance passanger train was modified and it looked so COOL! They removed two rows of seats closest to the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/115081758727231995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=115081758727231995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115081758727231995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/115081758727231995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/06/refurbished-ktm.html' title='The refurbished KTM'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114831874474104111</id><published>2006-05-23T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T01:25:44.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting on track - the Theatre</title><summary type='text'>Hey peeps.. Just a few words here before I go off to bed. And especially Jennie, I will have to write the post later. I am now working as a crew of a children theatre show for 1 week, which is from 20th May till 28th May. Okay, 1 week plus. I will be working from morning till late night for 1 whole week.

Well, just want to express my happiness towards this job my friend Kino has introed me. This</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114831874474104111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114831874474104111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114831874474104111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114831874474104111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-on-track-theatre.html' title='Getting on track - the Theatre'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114802159625533162</id><published>2006-05-19T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T14:53:16.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Jennie &amp; DMI 05/06</title><summary type='text'>She is my best-est friend in my 2 year diploma life.

Hmm... This does not really start off a good story huh? Haha... Jennie, I know u are reading this.

I shall recall back to last two years, when we first met. And it was in college of course. Jennie Ho Tze Hui, she was appointed to be DMI's course representative. Wise choice I shall say. And I could still remember the fellow coursemates were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114802159625533162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114802159625533162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114802159625533162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114802159625533162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/05/about-jennie-dmi-0506.html' title='About Jennie &amp; DMI 05/06'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114798787155455508</id><published>2006-05-19T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T05:31:11.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacking tasks</title><summary type='text'>Friday, May 19, 2006 - 4:14am

As usual, I'm geting ready to sleep after talking to my dear. I started to think, throughout this semester break, so called holiday, what have I done, did I do anything useful, did I do anything which will help me? Or shall I say, did I do anything I planned for myself for the semester break?

Things started to come on my mind. My holiday is ending soon, in just a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114798787155455508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114798787155455508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114798787155455508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114798787155455508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/05/stacking-tasks.html' title='Stacking tasks'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114789425244872746</id><published>2006-05-18T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:00:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Frenzy</title><summary type='text'>Okie, frenzies again. Haha...

As you might already know, please read previous entriez if you don't, I am on holz now. And again, BON VACANCES to mua!

My computer was at a disasterous state, after it was struck by the damn lightning 3 months ago, which is still on now and causing havoc everywhere; I put them into random pieces when I got a new desktop. Mind you, my lappie got stuck too, and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114789425244872746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114789425244872746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114789425244872746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114789425244872746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/05/computer-frenzy.html' title='Computer Frenzy'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114788929779293177</id><published>2006-05-18T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:08:17.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happie Holiday!</title><summary type='text'>Bon Vacances! That is, erm, should be the french for HAPPIE HOLIDAY!

After my finals on, erm, forgot when.. should be the end of april, I am considered a GRADUATE, from my diploma, thou.

Spent the final karaoke session in diploma year with Jennie straight after our last paper. It was fun. I'll sure to miss you, Jennie.

Few days after that, it was labour day. Don't ask. I was at home and did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114788929779293177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114788929779293177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114788929779293177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114788929779293177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/05/happie-holiday.html' title='Happie Holiday!'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114728804280017822</id><published>2006-05-11T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:40:09.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fun and Facts" competition - What is 'in' and 'out'?</title><summary type='text'>"Hey Kent! It has been long! How are you? Oh, I heard you went for audition for the talent quest. Did you get in?" I said.
"Hey, yup, it has been long. Wow, you do receives news don't you? Sad to say, I did not get IN."
'In' is used to describe a situation where you are selected for some events here, or most correctly refering to a position where you are doing or being in something.
For example, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114728804280017822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114728804280017822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114728804280017822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114728804280017822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/05/fun-and-facts-competition-what-is-in.html' title='&quot;Fun and Facts&quot; competition - What is &apos;in&apos; and &apos;out&apos;?'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114608353158632305</id><published>2006-04-27T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T04:32:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my phone... Poor Eichi-kun</title><summary type='text'>Name
    Eichi-kun

Age
    Just celebrated its 2 year 'buy'-day

Model
    Nokia 3200

How it happened
    It was my 1st paper of my final semester in my Diploma study. It was an exam on 'Advance Engineering Maths 2'. It is about statistics and discrete maths.

As all examinations does now, they do not allow students to carry their mobile phone and/or communication devices into the examination </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114608353158632305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114608353158632305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114608353158632305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114608353158632305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-lost-my-phone-poor-eichi-kun.html' title='I lost my phone... Poor Eichi-kun'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114538127827261570</id><published>2006-04-19T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T01:27:58.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gary Fever!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114538127827261570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114538127827261570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114538127827261570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114538127827261570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/04/gary-fever.html' title='Gary Fever!'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114495231705713227</id><published>2006-04-14T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T11:12:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liking or hating?</title><summary type='text'>Again hear me rant about my college. Erm, is it again? Well, nevermind. Just read and be glad that I am writing this down.

Went over to college today, as usual. Feeling bored, as usual. The bus is waiting at Genting Klang to get it full before moving its big fat ass to college which makes me late, as usual. But I was not sleeping in the bus, not as usual. Surpricingly, the day went quite well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114495231705713227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114495231705713227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114495231705713227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114495231705713227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/04/liking-or-hating.html' title='Liking or hating?'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114486438363182931</id><published>2006-04-13T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:53:03.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant #02 - Grumpy day</title><summary type='text'>Continuing the sleepless frenzy, I slept at 5am. Then I woke up at 7++am. Got a morning call from my dear. Thx dear, you are so sweet! Then I go get ready, called up my friend to pick me up, and ate breakfast - Nasi Lemak! Aww, I was scared that my friend will arrive early, I rushed the breakfast in. I was feeling full then...

I guess it was the alcohol chocolate I ate last night, I was feeling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114486438363182931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114486438363182931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114486438363182931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114486438363182931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/04/rant-02-grumpy-day.html' title='Rant #02 - Grumpy day'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114478995792508140</id><published>2006-04-12T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T05:12:37.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Ghost</title><summary type='text'>Damn the sleepless frenzy. I have been sleeping at 4/5 am recently. Dang. Why??

Reason #1 - The computer. I have stuck on the computer since I got it back. FYI, I lost my lappie and desktop to the thunder storm and I had live without computer for almost 2 weeks.

Reason #2 - Waiting for someone special. This has been a habit ever since then.

Reason #3 - The computer. Again.

What I have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114478995792508140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114478995792508140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114478995792508140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114478995792508140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/04/night-ghost.html' title='Night Ghost'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114478445072714132</id><published>2006-04-12T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T04:54:21.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attraction, Distraction - Added feature!!</title><summary type='text'>News on Attraction, Distraction. The owner of this blog has added some feature in the blog. He has added some of his friends' blog links and added a ShoutBox from Oggix.com.

So, call all the peeps out there VISIT da blog!! Life is about sharing right? Hmm.. feeling extra like sharing things now. =D

Kiss da ass!! XD

Don't forget to shout yea! *hugz to those who shout!*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114478445072714132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114478445072714132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114478445072714132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114478445072714132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/04/attraction-distraction-added-feature.html' title='Attraction, Distraction - Added feature!!'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114478398642684641</id><published>2006-04-12T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T03:33:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant #01 - Dumbo world, perfect world</title><summary type='text'>Suddenly I feel like I'm living in a dumbo world. Why does things must happen? Does it really mean to teach us lessons?

Sometimes I wish life is like, what I wanted. The perfect world for me to live in. But then, this is kinda impossible to achieve. Is it really possible to build the perfect world for muaself?

Have you ever heard, to make things simple, there must be a really complex base. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114478398642684641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114478398642684641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114478398642684641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114478398642684641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/04/rant-01-dumbo-world-perfect-world.html' title='Rant #01 - Dumbo world, perfect world'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-114408230920848163</id><published>2006-04-03T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T14:35:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion in life.. Take it or leave it?</title><summary type='text'>I would first like to say a BIG BIG SOWIEEEEEEE for not updating my this tiny little chapters of my life for a very very loooooooong time. SOWIE!! Btw, thanks for all the peeps out there who DO actually visit my page to check whether is my bloggiez updated. THANKIEZZZ!! Big hugz to all of you!!

Have been through a LOT. I mean like... A LOT. I traveled to Hatyai and Hong Kong after my exams </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/114408230920848163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=114408230920848163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114408230920848163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/114408230920848163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/04/confusion-in-life-take-it-or-leave-it.html' title='Confusion in life.. Take it or leave it?'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-113801332836497385</id><published>2006-01-23T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:54:52.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When trouble follows examinations...</title><summary type='text'>Today is my first day of examination for the 5th semester a.k.a. 2nd year 2nd semester in my diploma college life. Paper examined - Advance Engineering Mathematics 1.

Before this paper starts, I have encountered with quite some troubles. Well, most of them is because I am careless. Yesh, I'm some careless freako.

I shall go back in time.

1 week before the first paper

I was damn bored at home.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/113801332836497385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=113801332836497385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/113801332836497385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/113801332836497385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-trouble-follows-examinations.html' title='When trouble follows examinations...'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-113715462636874484</id><published>2006-01-13T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T20:17:06.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I just lucky or what?</title><summary type='text'>who?
3 freakin jobless Malay wandering around the street underneath Bandaraya star LRT station who wanted to steal coins from the soft drink vending machine

where?
on the walkway from Bandaraya star LRT station to Bank Negara KTM station

how?
I was walking past the vending machine, kinda saw them and they called me, I ignored them and walked on. They then came up to me from behind and tell me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/113715462636874484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=113715462636874484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/113715462636874484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/113715462636874484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2006/01/am-i-just-lucky-or-what.html' title='Am I just lucky or what?'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-113293551442912595</id><published>2005-11-26T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:18:34.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Me</title><summary type='text'>My college has a blood donation campaign (NBDC), I was dragged by Jennie to become her assistant. PA Assistant, the same post in the last BDC. Aih...

So, it was in the week 6 of my current semester. The week before was public holiday, Deeparaya. And I wasn't really working hard previously.

I skipped all the lectures on the week. Well, almost all. At least i attended Electronics' lecture, mm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/113293551442912595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=113293551442912595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/113293551442912595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/113293551442912595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/11/useless-me.html' title='Useless Me'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-113137813963352531</id><published>2005-11-07T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T02:51:40.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><summary type='text'>Suddenly I felt headache today. It comes so slowly that I didn't even notice it coming. It has been quite some day. A lot of thinking went through my mind. I started acting weird, in front of everybody especially my dear. Dear, I'm sorry. There has been too much things happening recently. Sometimes I just feel like being with you alone all time, without caring any other thing *tune of You and Me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/113137813963352531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=113137813963352531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/113137813963352531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/113137813963352531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/11/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-112833796953966598</id><published>2005-10-03T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:54:30.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Birthday Dinner</title><summary type='text'>Today I went for my grandpa's birthday's dinner. Went over to this restaurant in Subang Village near the Subang Airport. Sunny Seafood Restaurant. Aww.. the place damn sux ler~ All the food tasted sooo bad. Fish and meat aare so raw that it couldn't be eaten. *_* SUX!!

Here is the list of dishes ordered:
Steamed Chicken
Steamed Fish
Streamed Pork Ribs
Hakka-Fried Pork
Tofu SharkFin
Petai (Smelly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/112833796953966598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=112833796953966598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112833796953966598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112833796953966598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/10/grandpa-birthday-dinner.html' title='Grandpa Birthday Dinner'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-112602129595458116</id><published>2005-09-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:41:35.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About love - again</title><summary type='text'>It hurts to love someone
and not be loved in return,
but what is most painful is to love someone
and never finding the courage to let the
person know how you feel.

Maybe God wants us to meet
a few wrong people
before meeting the right one
so that when we finally
meet the right person,
we should know how to be grateful for that
gift.

Love is when you take away the feeling,
the passion, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/112602129595458116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=112602129595458116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112602129595458116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112602129595458116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/09/about-love-again.html' title='About love - again'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-112508018247175189</id><published>2005-08-27T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T02:16:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary 26-08-2005</title><summary type='text'>Was damn tired for very long. Slept very late and woke up very early most of the times. Slept in class always. Maybe used to it, yesterday I slept quite a lot. Took a 3 hour nap and slept at 1.30am yesterday. Felt good when woke up in the morning. Haven't been feeling this fresh for a long time; and I yet I had a hard time getting off the bed. It is like heaven~! Well, if someone was on the bed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/112508018247175189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=112508018247175189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112508018247175189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112508018247175189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/08/diary-26-08-2005.html' title='Diary 26-08-2005'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-112498823745014762</id><published>2005-08-26T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:43:57.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, dear</title><summary type='text'>It would appear that men now have a good excuse for what women call "selective" deafness. You see, according to the recent scientific research, men have little control over their lack of listening powers when it comes to female voice, simply because the male brain finds it difficult to process "complex female tones".

adapted from StarTwo 22 August 2005, written by mary schneider in but then again</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/112498823745014762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=112498823745014762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112498823745014762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112498823745014762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/08/yes-dear.html' title='Yes, dear'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-112437607856812276</id><published>2005-08-18T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:41:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some wonderful words</title><summary type='text'>Read Carefully and Understand the Meanings: 
  
Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them. 
 Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. 
Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. 
What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the
person who made you cry? 
If love isn't a game, why are there so many players? 
Good friends are hard to find,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/112437607856812276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=112437607856812276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112437607856812276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112437607856812276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-wonderful-words.html' title='Some wonderful words'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-112391380202846744</id><published>2005-08-13T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:37:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazie</title><summary type='text'>Hie guyz. There has been a long time since I have posted something here, something personal, something which I wrote myself. Well, I have been busy. Busy with dating, matchmaking, listening songs, last-minute-jobs, and wasting time. 15 July 2005

9.57 a.m., I’m on bus on the way to college. Felt bored. I took out my mp3 player. Plug on and played. The left side of the earphone spoilt. WTF. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/112391380202846744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=112391380202846744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112391380202846744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112391380202846744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/08/hazie.html' title='Hazie'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-112239077553047342</id><published>2005-07-26T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:12:55.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What 'Love' is all about..</title><summary type='text'>I want to share this to all those who have loved and been hurt, those who haven't loved at all and those who are just about to discover the beauty of this dynamic emotion.
When you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure. But when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love,it doesn't really matter who won or who lost.
What is important is you know when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/112239077553047342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=112239077553047342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112239077553047342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112239077553047342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-love-is-all-about.html' title='What &apos;Love&apos; is all about..'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-112239066539002965</id><published>2005-07-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:19:53.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we love someone</title><summary type='text'>All life represents a risk, and the more lovingly we live our lives the more risks we take.....

You love someone with or without them you just continue to love them
No one can replace them forever
You love someone for who they are
You love someone without asking for anything in return
You love them not because you want to be with them but because you can't live without them
Your love to them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/112239066539002965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=112239066539002965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112239066539002965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112239066539002965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-we-love-someone.html' title='Why we love someone'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-112014789585224596</id><published>2005-07-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T00:11:36.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to eat Kim Gary's / Mong Kok's bread</title><summary type='text'>Many find the big breads there very hard to eat. One of my best friend show me a way. Look at these pictures.  Share this with others.
 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/112014789585224596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=112014789585224596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112014789585224596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/112014789585224596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-to-eat-kim-garys-mong-koks-bread.html' title='How to eat Kim Gary&apos;s / Mong Kok&apos;s bread'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111945871827056429</id><published>2005-06-23T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T00:45:18.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad day</title><summary type='text'>Suddenly felt sad today. Maths lecture don't understand. T.T slept for 1 and a half hour after dinner. syok. hehe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111945871827056429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111945871827056429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111945871827056429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111945871827056429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/06/sad-day.html' title='Sad day'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111885591870720910</id><published>2005-06-16T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T01:18:38.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day...</title><summary type='text'>Been through a somewhat strange and interesting day. In the morning, i ate breakfast, fry egg and hotdog. Damn nice.

Then, I attended "Circuit &amp; Signal" 1 hour lecture, I felt asleep for the 1st half an hour. BREAK RECORD! Haven't been sleeping for so long.

Then at lunch time, I ate a plate of mixed rice, then I ate a plate of Char Kuey Teow, at the college canteen. Well, since its a canteen, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111885591870720910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111885591870720910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111885591870720910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111885591870720910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-day.html' title='What a day...'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111849904687442045</id><published>2005-06-11T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:10:46.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Romantic things to do to your soulmate</title><summary type='text'>   50 Romantic things to do to your Boy/Girl Friend        1. Watch the sunset  together. 2. Whisper  to each other.  3. Cook     for each other.  4. Walk   in the rain.  5. Hold hands  6. Buy gifts  for each other. 7. Roses.  8. Find out their favorite cologne/perfume and wear it every time you're together.  9. Go for a long walk  down the beach at midnight.  10. Write poetry for each other.  11</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111849904687442045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111849904687442045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111849904687442045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111849904687442045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/06/50-romantic-things-to-do-to-your.html' title='50 Romantic things to do to your soulmate'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111832613240589249</id><published>2005-06-09T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:08:52.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found a GREAT place of sharing things ~NEW~</title><summary type='text'>Hey, I found some place which shares things to us. Its actually encouragements sharings. So, if you finds that you are depressed or you need encouragements, come here. This is my pet sister's blog. Be there if you need support!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111832613240589249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111832613240589249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111832613240589249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111832613240589249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/06/found-great-place-of-sharing-things.html' title='Found a GREAT place of sharing things ~NEW~'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111832556616271557</id><published>2005-06-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T21:59:26.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.   One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.   The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.  The men talked for hours on end.  They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111832556616271557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111832556616271557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111832556616271557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111832556616271557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-men-both-seriously-ill-occupied.html' title=''/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111824321689877932</id><published>2005-06-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:06:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


Your Birthdate: September 13


Being born on the 13th day of the month should help make you a better manager and organizer, but it may also give you a tendency to dominate people a bit. 

You may be more responsible and self-disciplined than you realize. 

Sincere and honest, you are a serious, hard working individual.



Your feeling are likely to seem somewhat repressed at times. 

You are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111824321689877932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111824321689877932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111824321689877932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111824321689877932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/06/your-birthdate-september-13-being-born.html' title=''/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111807440645317892</id><published>2005-06-07T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:13:26.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masks, Dramas, Human Feelings</title><summary type='text'>Here's a comment written to my pet brother's blog. Please visit here to see the original post.

Dear didi,

Everyone has their own secrets which they do not want to reveal to everyone in the world. Its like playing a card game, where you do not reveal all your card/show hand at once u duel with your opponent.

I have some so-called dark side I haven't told you, which I would like to share with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111807440645317892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111807440645317892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111807440645317892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111807440645317892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/06/masks-dramas-human-feelings.html' title='Masks, Dramas, Human Feelings'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111755487663971343</id><published>2005-05-31T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:54:36.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why dinasour extinct</title><summary type='text'>You must wonder why I suddenly come up with this. Actually, my lecturer told me this. Althought we must have heard they extinct because comet dropped on earth. Yes. That's the main cause. But wat happen after the comet crash is what should be paid attention.

Scientists discovered large crate (holes left by comet) in the sea, this proves that the comet really dropped on earth. In many writings, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111755487663971343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111755487663971343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111755487663971343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111755487663971343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-dinasour-extinct.html' title='Why dinasour extinct'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111754075598124848</id><published>2005-05-30T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:59:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State 4 of College -  State Starts</title><summary type='text'>Urghh.. After 6 weeks of unplanned holidays ended, I found myself having a hardcore timetable for my 4th semester in college. Ahhhh!!

Okay, on the 1st day, still okie ler... First class, Circuits &amp; Signals's practical class. Oh Shit. How can we have practical on the first day? Well, we had. The teacher haven't even introduce himself, he gave us the lab manual and ask us to do the experiment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111754075598124848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111754075598124848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111754075598124848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111754075598124848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/state-4-of-college-state-starts.html' title='State 4 of College -  State Starts'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111729577569750848</id><published>2005-05-28T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:56:15.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Competition</title><summary type='text'>&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt; Sad...

Sometimes I wonder, is my blog attractive? Keeping a log about one's life is that easy? Writing blog is cool? Oh shit, what am I crapping here?

Huuh... Just felt stupid for keeping a blog when no one reads it. Hmm...

Playing Now &lt;&lt; 手放开 - 李圣杰 &gt;&gt;

Huuh... Added some features in my blog, Google search, Google ads, Bravenet Counter, changed layout... Should I spend time create my own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111729577569750848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111729577569750848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111729577569750848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111729577569750848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-competition.html' title='Blog Competition'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111729457259607443</id><published>2005-05-28T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:36:12.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BILL CLINTON! ~ ah.. shut up..</title><summary type='text'>A personality test I took. Hmm.. well, it did describe some of me. Haha.



What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111729457259607443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111729457259607443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111729457259607443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111729457259607443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-bill-clinton-ah-shut-up.html' title='I&apos;m BILL CLINTON! ~ ah.. shut up..'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111729347436133271</id><published>2005-05-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:17:54.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Global Personality Test ResultsStability (37%) moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.
Orderliness (43%) moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.
Extraversion (63%) moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly talkative</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111729347436133271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111729347436133271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111729347436133271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111729347436133271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/global-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111729299592821027</id><published>2005-05-28T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:09:55.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooo.. My real birth-month? 0.o</title><summary type='text'>


Your True Birth Month Is February









Sharp

Ambitious

Spendthrift

Loves reality

Loves freedom

Temperamental

Low self esteem

Honest and loyal

Abstract thoughts

Daring and stubborn

Changing personality

Showing anger easily

Intelligent and clever

Loves aggressiveness

Quiet, shy and humble

Learns to show emotions

Rebellious when restricted

Determined to reach goals

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111729299592821027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111729299592821027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111729299592821027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111729299592821027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/ooo-my-real-birth-month-0o.html' title='Ooo.. My real birth-month? 0.o'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111704400797232765</id><published>2005-05-26T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T02:00:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is cat that responsive, or just stupid?</title><summary type='text'>Here is a link to a very manipulative show, where they found out what cat would do if its stucked. My language is not that good and if you think I'm wrong, please post me a comment.

http://files.i611.com/314159265358979/video/funny/StupidCat.wmv</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111704400797232765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111704400797232765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111704400797232765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111704400797232765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-cat-that-responsive-or-just-stupid.html' title='Is cat that responsive, or just stupid?'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111704165848377682</id><published>2005-05-26T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T01:20:58.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus fare got up T.T</title><summary type='text'>Omg, bus fare got up! Seet.. Today my college has its orientation for new student intake, which means my junior, n that made me a senior ^.^

I wore a bit extream today, yet i felt great. Following the routine like i used to stick with, being called up by sis, booming me up wif my mp3 player n my sonic gear tatoo 330, bath, dress n impress self with mirror. After an unusually prepared milo (i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111704165848377682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111704165848377682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111704165848377682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111704165848377682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/bus-fare-got-up-tt.html' title='Bus fare got up T.T'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111656480985240226</id><published>2005-05-20T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:55:31.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TARC Students please take note</title><summary type='text'>Rumours about TARC's certificates is not accredited by any government body is not true.

I have consulted with one of TARC's lecturer. He says tat TARC is considered as IPTA. LAN is the body appointed to accredit IPTS (Private Higher Learing Institution) such as Help, Taylor, etc.

So, TARC are same level as UM/UKM/other government higher learning institution. Certs for these institution are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111656480985240226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111656480985240226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111656480985240226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111656480985240226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/tarc-students-please-take-note.html' title='TARC Students please take note'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111656391829828430</id><published>2005-05-20T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:38:38.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics with Jien</title><summary type='text'>If you are Malaysian or Singaporean you should know Soo Kui Jien right? During the last day of Malaysian Idol (should be, or the next day), Jien walked around Times Square, and my friend Alex no.2 spotted him. So, he quickly ask Jien to take a picture with him. OMG. I wish I'm there.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111656391829828430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111656391829828430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111656391829828430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111656391829828430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/pics-with-jien.html' title='Pics with Jien'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111643864758178012</id><published>2005-05-19T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T01:52:34.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Dream about Julienne</title><summary type='text'>I have a pal, Julienne, She has been busy since March of this year, and did not actually have a good chat with her. Strangely enough, I don't know why I dreamt of her. Haven't kept in touch with her for I think about 2 months. I wonder how is she now.

I learnt a way to record dream is to put a notepad or recorder around you when you sleep. Once you got up, jot down every details fresh in your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111643864758178012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111643864758178012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111643864758178012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111643864758178012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/strange-dream-about-julienne.html' title='Strange Dream about Julienne'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111617753472744740</id><published>2005-05-16T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T01:18:54.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>without teachers, who are we?</title><summary type='text'>Accidentally saw a Teachers Day advertisement on TV.

OMG.. damn touching.. the school was at a rural area, where electrical supplies are fuel base.. by the mean time it was raining heavily and the electricity tripped.. the male malay teacher went out the rain n check the electricity box, and found out that no fuel liao.. went and add, and then went to classroom..

meanwhile, the children was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111617753472744740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111617753472744740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111617753472744740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111617753472744740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/without-teachers-who-are-we.html' title='without teachers, who are we?'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111631401817782859</id><published>2005-05-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T15:13:38.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of home w/o parents bangkok version</title><summary type='text'>Oo.. Parents go holiday~! Great~!! I have the car to myself, can drive anywhere~!! kekeke.. so fun~!! Hmm.. so.. today Joshi was suppose to come at 10am, coz v r on something. I had then actually invited vincent over for lunch. Owell, din want, but i lost a bet, so hv 2 do so.. T.T luckily joshi agreed to pay half, hopefully...

so, as i was waiting listenin to classic songs "hw deep is ur love, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111631401817782859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111631401817782859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111631401817782859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111631401817782859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/1st-day-of-home-wo-parents-bangkok.html' title='1st day of home w/o parents bangkok version'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111586161818936873</id><published>2005-05-12T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T09:33:38.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny, mom n dad, holiday ~ ^.^</title><summary type='text'>Hee hee.. wat a funny day... Today my parents are away to Bangkok on a "lovey-dovey" holiday. Awell, the funny part is actually the moment when i woke up. Not that they r doin anything funny while i do, but its I woke them up instead of them waking me. My parents did ask me 2 fetch them to KTM station (for those who knows I can't drive, nw I can, for some special reasons). I set my alarm clock, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111586161818936873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111586161818936873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111586161818936873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111586161818936873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/funny-mom-n-dad-holiday.html' title='Funny, mom n dad, holiday ~ ^.^'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111585995933937750</id><published>2005-05-12T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T14:40:11.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restarting Blog</title><summary type='text'>Helo everyone, sorry for being out of coverage for so long.

Jz nw my lecturer (can b considered a gd pal) ask me about my long forgotted blog (ah well, is just that i lazy to write only). He told me he din visit it long time. I was touched. I thought no one remembers my blog.

Another incident, very interesting event. Ema (The one I sed about the indian marriage thingy, refer feb/march 05) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111585995933937750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111585995933937750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111585995933937750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111585995933937750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/restarting-blog.html' title='Restarting Blog'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-111586149738409147</id><published>2005-05-12T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T09:31:37.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~Bad timing~~</title><summary type='text'>when i was wring this blog on notepad, suddenly my internet got cut off.. my streamyx down~! damn.. coz i delayed paying the bill.. neways, this is my 2nd month using steamyx.. when i started using it.. i got addicted liao.. ^.^ hopefully it recovers soon in the morning.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/111586149738409147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=111586149738409147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111586149738409147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/111586149738409147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/05/bad-timing.html' title='~~Bad timing~~'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-110969527832107697</id><published>2005-03-02T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T09:08:56.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo, peeps!</title><summary type='text'>OMG. It has been damn long time since I ever have time to sit still and write a blog. Time is evil. It tortures me along with lust, laziness, stupidity, and whatsoever torturing. Damn. Only after I read lpshen’s blog I had mood to write one. How can I be so controlled emotionally? Where has your rationality gone? You DAGGER! What does that means anyway? Nah, doesn’t care, as long as it sounds </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/110969527832107697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=110969527832107697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/110969527832107697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/110969527832107697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/03/yo-peeps.html' title='Yo, peeps!'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-110727948850758060</id><published>2005-02-02T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T01:38:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first trip to an Indian-style marriage</title><summary type='text'>After Steve got me to the monorail, Stephanie called me. She told me that Ema’s sis wedding ceremony will on tonight! Why she didn’t tell me earlier? Luckily my parents allowed me to go despite I was out this noon. My sis followed me, as Steph came fetch us there.

We were an hour late while we were there. The temple looked nice, the ceremony looked nice. The lights, the decors, the clothes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/110727948850758060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=110727948850758060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/110727948850758060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/110727948850758060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-first-trip-to-indian-style-marriage.html' title='My first trip to an Indian-style marriage'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-110727872015711424</id><published>2005-02-02T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T01:25:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day after the hair cut</title><summary type='text'>Haiz… The hairstyle I got was supposed to be shown in a good way, but the foolish me was unable to get it right! Was I missing the correct the ingredient (wax/clay/spray) or I’m not born to be a hair stylist? Well, I guess I’m both. :’(

Today I went out with Alex to Sungei Wang that area. I wasn’t in mood to go out tat day actually, he persuaded me – by saying Steve was out with them too. O… </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/110727872015711424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=110727872015711424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/110727872015711424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/110727872015711424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/02/day-after-hair-cut.html' title='Day after the hair cut'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-110692620126915912</id><published>2005-01-28T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T23:30:01.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello guysz!!!</title><summary type='text'>There has been a long time. Sorry guyz cuz not bloggin for some time. I was too busy to overcome my personal emotions.
During the exam time, I was somehow desperately in despair. Misery.
Why? Dunno. What I felt was I needed somebody I trust to talk to, something like having back the [ngon chiuen gamm] &gt;&gt; the feeling of safe in Cantonese.
How stupid. Doesn’t it only be needed by females? Well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/110692620126915912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=110692620126915912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/110692620126915912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/110692620126915912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-guysz.html' title='Hello guysz!!!'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-110710577726500992</id><published>2005-01-28T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T01:35:47.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Hair Cut!</title><summary type='text'>Today was my last day of exam. Intro to C Programming. The paper was tougher than all the past years, but I managed to complete all the questions and got out of the room soon. &gt; Actually I dun wanna get out so fast 1. but I dunno wat d invigilator was looking while I completed. He was starting at me… or my question paper. I got so shy and hand over quickly. ;) and I had to return a 5-day-dued </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/110710577726500992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=110710577726500992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/110710577726500992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/110710577726500992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-new-hair-cut.html' title='New Year, New Hair Cut!'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984386.post-110552855757648439</id><published>2005-01-12T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T19:15:57.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorise texts, is it necessary?</title><summary type='text'>While I was watching Jewel in The Palace episode 37( 8TV, 8.30pm Weekdays), a Korean traditional drama series which I was addicted to recently, the heroin’s medicine teacher asked her to memorise all the medical books. The heroin shockingly asked, “So much? But I do not understand them, how do I memorise them?” Her teacher told her just to memorise them, as she would know them later on.

Then, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/feeds/110552855757648439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9984386&amp;postID=110552855757648439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/110552855757648439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9984386/posts/default/110552855757648439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyrique.blogspot.com/2005/01/memorise-texts-is-it-necessary.html' title='Memorise texts, is it necessary?'/><author><name>εγrιquε</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641549938299348457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qfZyQ04S4fA/R_Gxym21v5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CQ-4VHpbh0/S220/DSC02144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
