<?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-5927868</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:03:26.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EQUILIBRIUM</title><subtitle type='html'>moderating in between zero &amp; utmost.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-115992425002061414</id><published>2006-10-04T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:10:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><summary type='text'>When you are with your lover, you wish time to be stagnant. Yet, you feel the time is short for that very period.When you are working under irritating tutor, you wish time flies. Yet, you feel one day as one year.Therefore, you start to hate time. If there is no time, there won't be any dimension, there is no striation either, and then things appear to be loose and meaningless. It is both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/115992425002061414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/115992425002061414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2006/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-115017353922149721</id><published>2006-06-13T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:15:32.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign</title><summary type='text'>Semiotics is formed basically by signification that involves the signifier and the signifieds. If i am the signifier, maybe the signified is Keanu Reeves. Or vice versa? This is truely the essential sign of 'craps'. Signifier always remains, while the signifieds are transient. And that signifieds are always the signifiers for other signifieds. For example, Petronas Twin Towers is a signifier; its</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/115017353922149721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/115017353922149721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2006/06/sign.html' title='Sign'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-114683961769135452</id><published>2006-05-05T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:41:08.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housing Design in JB</title><summary type='text'>My concept is "Transition". It is about my architecture (the beings) in a constant state of transition (beings thus become becomings). It is a responsive indication of time flow and human activities changes. Its original inspiration is derived from the moveable foodstall structure in Malaysia that shows the high quality of transformability and nomadism. In relation to typical petrifying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/114683961769135452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/114683961769135452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2006/05/housing-design-in-jb.html' title='Housing Design in JB'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-114648917798831880</id><published>2006-05-01T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:41:13.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AD 4A 2006</title><summary type='text'>Sorry to put the Petronas Twin Towers II on hold... will be continued when time allows...Just a summary after lunch conversation (for relaxing and de-stress purposes) with mates...All of all started from the Big Child to bring in the unknown project (unknown site, unknown info, unknown whatever), then the launch of a studio group, by inviting a Perfectionist to join in and guide us with great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/114648917798831880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/114648917798831880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2006/05/ad-4a-2006.html' title='AD 4A 2006'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-114492983593033590</id><published>2006-04-13T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:43:25.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petronas Twin Towers  I</title><summary type='text'>There is a heart in my body; there are twin towers in Kuala Lumpur Malaysia. When being asked about the first building image that pops up in brain, a Malaysian student studying in overseas probably will answer this: Petronas Twin Towers. Why is this so? Because it is already an icon, for the country, and the nation.However, when foreigners ask for the meanings and purposes of this giant edifice (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/114492983593033590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/114492983593033590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2006/04/petronas-twin-towers-i.html' title='Petronas Twin Towers  I'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-114343950827645547</id><published>2006-03-27T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:05:08.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/114343950827645547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/114343950827645547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-112470740855985899</id><published>2005-08-22T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:43:28.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><summary type='text'>FAMILY = (F)ather (A)nd (M)other, (I) (L)ove (Y)ou.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/112470740855985899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/112470740855985899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2005/08/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-112218730536513432</id><published>2005-07-24T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T14:41:45.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9:11</title><summary type='text'>"I have seen something else under the sun: The race is not always to the swift, or the battle to the strong; nor does food always come to the wise, or wealth to the brilliant, or favour to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all." - Ecclesiastes 9:11</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/112218730536513432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/112218730536513432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2005/07/911.html' title='9:11'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-111763694486789656</id><published>2005-06-01T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:48:55.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Yi Kai</title><summary type='text'>What is the mission of this holiday?i had been thinking of finding a job a period of time before. But now, i have a mission of this holiday------ finding back Yi Kai.This semester almost goes off, there is just one last final paper left in mid June. During these few months, i tried to adapt to the new environment here and cope with the studies system here. Apparently, i was not doing good, due to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/111763694486789656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/111763694486789656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2005/06/finding-yi-kai.html' title='Finding Yi Kai'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-111561637759395814</id><published>2005-05-09T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:26:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><summary type='text'>Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/111561637759395814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/111561637759395814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2005/05/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-111331954754258357</id><published>2005-04-12T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T23:25:47.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradox II</title><summary type='text'>Love can either be an angel of nurture, or a devil of devastation.When you least expect it, it weaves stories into pictures, add rhythm to a breeze.When you urge for more, it breaks crystal ball into sharp fragments, pierces holes onto clouds to let rain falls relentlessly.But, with love, we grow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/111331954754258357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/111331954754258357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2005/04/paradox-ii.html' title='Paradox II'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-111250320839601157</id><published>2005-04-03T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T12:40:08.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradox</title><summary type='text'>The ever lasting transience, the deafening silence, the deleted-in-bin memory,have drived me to the gallery of her images.The fragrance was gone, but i still smell it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/111250320839601157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/111250320839601157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2005/04/paradox.html' title='Paradox'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-111034321561704372</id><published>2005-03-09T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:40:15.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporarily unavailable</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/111034321561704372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/111034321561704372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2005/03/temporarily-unavailable.html' title='Temporarily unavailable'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-110457983481650085</id><published>2005-01-01T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:43:54.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><summary type='text'>Recently, there are so many events happening around the world, such as Tsunami. However, you can find out that all articles in my blog are about myself, or in other words, this is my diary. Ya, actually i know what is happening around, maybe not so detailed. I do also feel quite sad, yet lucky for my current life. To appreaciate, and to cherish, is what i feel as the priority.Somehow, i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/110457983481650085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/110457983481650085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-blog.html' title='My Blog'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-110434539491756847</id><published>2004-12-30T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T02:41:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i ask of you</title><summary type='text'>Phantom Of The Opera  RAOULNo more talk of darkness,forget these wide-eyed fears;I'm here, nothing can harm you,my words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom,let daylight dry your tears;I'm here, with you, beside you,to guard you and to guide you. CHRISTINESay you love me every waking moment,turn my head with talk of summertime.Say you need me with you now and always;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/110434539491756847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/110434539491756847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-i-ask-of-you.html' title='All i ask of you'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-110354101618469624</id><published>2004-12-20T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:11:47.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity</title><summary type='text'>Eternity...parallel with timelet love be always with you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/110354101618469624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/110354101618469624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/12/eternity.html' title='Eternity'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-110337172744819371</id><published>2004-12-18T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T20:08:47.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>Today, i am a bit sad. Sighs..."Phantom of the Opera" is not bad. But i don't know it is whether considered a typical movie, because more than 90% of the messages in the movie were sent by singing, not via normal conversation as we heard in normal movies. Anyway, those songs are nice and touching for a few moments in the movie. However, i went into the cinema after 15min the movie started. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/110337172744819371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/110337172744819371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-110207175484141298</id><published>2004-12-03T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T19:09:06.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, this blog is re-activated! It had been really a long time for not posting anything.Yeah, i have holiday now. I am happy for this opportunity to rest more and meet with my old friends, yet i am a bit bored now because until now there is still no any 'real' meeting or gathering. It is the result of expecting for too much fun of holiday during the period of having final exams.Anyway, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/110207175484141298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/110207175484141298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-holiday.html' title='My Holiday'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-109853988435808949</id><published>2004-10-23T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T22:01:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><summary type='text'>If anyone still browse to this page, and wants to know about my recent days, he (or she) can check this page http://myyikai2.blogspot.com with my pre-acknowledgement here, that it is chinese-oriented. Good luck, friends.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/109853988435808949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/109853988435808949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/10/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-109284557489781172</id><published>2004-08-19T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T00:12:54.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here</title><summary type='text'>To follow the mainstream of blogger world recently that everywhere is so "cold" (a bit like excuses) , i decided to stop blogging temporarily for a period of time.There is a sentence in chinese, states that "force doesn't come along with the willing of heart".Good luck, my friends.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/109284557489781172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/109284557489781172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/08/here_109284557489781172.html' title='Here'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-109102144682853455</id><published>2004-07-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:32:06.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the hero of the day</title><summary type='text'>Respond to Alice's latest blog... I think, sometimes, we don't need to think too much about how should life be, why my life is restrained in the template, etc. Because we are living this every moment. I still remember the sentence from The Last Samurai movie, "life in every breath". So, by the time we spend some time to think about life, we are lossing the moment of living. In other words, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/109102144682853455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/109102144682853455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/07/who-is-hero-of-day.html' title='Who is the hero of the day'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-109016785711879644</id><published>2004-07-19T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T00:24:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing is priority</title><summary type='text'>I quote the whole article below by my good friend: ###This is the the closing words of Dr.Fitzhugh Dodson in his book "how to parent",i find it quite beautifully written,so i post it here :        A FINAL WORD      This book has been full of the science of parenting.I hope it has also been full of common sense of parenting.To speak only of the science of parenting underestimates the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/109016785711879644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/109016785711879644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/07/sharing-is-priority.html' title='Sharing is priority'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-109016633616048599</id><published>2004-07-18T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T23:58:56.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>There are parts of stories in our life. Today, is the end of one part. Tomorrow, will be the first day of new semester. Recalling my holiday, it was about the same with those previous vacations, but it was somehow different. I think such difference was caused by my effort to cherish my holiday. I really treat myself as enjoying my precious holiday. So, i damped myself in the joy of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/109016633616048599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/109016633616048599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108919124364126587</id><published>2004-07-07T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T17:07:23.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't control myself</title><summary type='text'>I see the glare in her eyes that are spiritual and lively, the lines of her eyelashes gain perfection to the window of soul.Her face is so perfect and alluring with her sensitive emotions that show charmful fermininity and sensuality.Her cheeks make strong impulse to my sense that i feel eagerness to kiss her, to touch her sensuous face.Sticking out her little tounge from her mouth after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108919124364126587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108919124364126587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-cant-control-myself.html' title='I can&apos;t control myself'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108918821144459078</id><published>2004-07-07T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T15:33:39.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My course</title><summary type='text'>Architecture course is not a course that is grand or superb. I rather believe that it is a process of learning. It is not about destination, but also about journey. Maybe i am not rich man one day in the future, maybe not even an architect, but at least i am now learning on the way.What is architecture?This seems more to be a boring question that has been asked again and again to architecture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108918821144459078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108918821144459078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-course.html' title='My course'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108867121278813612</id><published>2004-07-01T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T16:51:29.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, fragments </title><summary type='text'>Staying in this "flawful" cyber cafe in Tg.Malim, here, i am going to blog without being interrupted by those "unfriendly" fragile factors. Maybe, just i am the one who is not so "environmental-free" ^_^ . There is a Chinese old sentence, "you come to this place, just make yourself being with this place." ^_^ Ok, take a deep breath... here i comeYesterday night, inspired by The Star news, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108867121278813612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108867121278813612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/07/again-fragments.html' title='Again, fragments '/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108836073577540852</id><published>2004-06-28T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T02:31:32.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragments of holiday</title><summary type='text'>No pc in hometown. More accurately, there is a pc in my house, with no hard disk. So, it had been a long time i didn't online and blog here. Yesterday, i blogged a few articles in chinese "continuously" without "resting to take deep breath". I felt a bit guilty if i don't behave fair enough to both chinese and english blogs. ^_^, both of them are my children what, a daughter and a son. Hehe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108836073577540852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108836073577540852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/06/fragments-of-holiday.html' title='Fragments of holiday'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108723261474111514</id><published>2004-06-15T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T01:03:34.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For fun</title><summary type='text'>Just saw this "poem" in email:"Malxxxia semua babi, Our government is so lousy, Make the college become no quality, Chinese and Indian pun tak boleh masuk university. They never gave a choice for me,Because no money cannot study overseas,So I always feel so pity. Every college is greedy,Sini sana all need money,When pocket kosong our perut noisy,I am poor because they suck my money.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108723261474111514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108723261474111514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/06/for-fun.html' title='For fun'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108722942982818934</id><published>2004-06-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T00:19:34.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Available</title><summary type='text'>Recently, "everywhere" online is just being frozen (haha, only those webs i browse to la), included my blogs. I just see the sign of "the day after tomorrow" ^_^And i am not be able to blog often recently because i am staying in my hometown. There are reasons and excuses which i am lazy to tell here because i was asked by people for too many times. ^_^'''So, just here to inform you guys about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108722942982818934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108722942982818934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/06/not-available.html' title='Not Available'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108602097002615799</id><published>2004-06-01T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T00:29:30.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...flying ...</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow i will go back to hometown. And i won't go online within the period i stay in my hometown. I am leaving a so-called happenning city, and going back to take a break from hectic norm, find the serenity for soul. It is just such a spiritual place. Without eye-catching scenery and meditation kind of places, it is a dull and simple place with originality and purity. I will take a deep breath </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108602097002615799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108602097002615799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/06/flying.html' title='...flying ...'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108600064132863213</id><published>2004-05-31T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T18:50:41.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, as the end of this semester</title><summary type='text'>Today, we all wear formal shirts to take class photos with lecturers. It is the first time i wear tie... ^_^''' We all quite enjoyed the whole process la. A lot of poses we had... The show starts...It was quite enjoyable. ^_^ Anywhere, we heard more about the scores (not all, just those who got A) we got today for our subjects... quite worrisome. And, actually, i don't agree and not even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108600064132863213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108600064132863213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/05/today-as-end-of-this-semester.html' title='Today, as the end of this semester'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108555171486701533</id><published>2004-05-26T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T14:09:54.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The war begins...</title><summary type='text'>From far, i see the smoke darkening more the cloudy day...The sea wave made the uncertaincy of the approaching boat...We, on the boat, were also feeling the uncertaincy of the unpredictable result. We were not balanced...The beach seems nearer...It's time. It's time to get ready... for battle. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108555171486701533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108555171486701533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/05/war-begins.html' title='The war begins...'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108513189843717849</id><published>2004-05-21T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:31:38.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkling...</title><summary type='text'>"THEY'RE BOTH CONVINCED that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they'd never met before, they're sure that there'd been nothing between them. But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways; perhaps they've passed each other a million times? I want to ask them if they don't remember; a moment face to face</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108513189843717849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108513189843717849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/05/sparkling_21.html' title='Sparkling...'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108454543697979526</id><published>2004-05-14T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T22:41:14.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicality &amp; theory</title><summary type='text'>What is the thing in universe that can move with the fastest speed? ...(I think all the first answers are about scientific nouns)Sitting in front of this monitor, i am online as usual, just doing something like repetition. Suddenly, dejavu interrupt the "circuit" in my brain. Eh, i was doing the same thing in the past like exactly what i am doing now. So, i found the answer for the qestion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108454543697979526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108454543697979526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/05/practicality-theory.html' title='Practicality &amp; theory'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108400065697858748</id><published>2004-05-08T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T15:22:05.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thEbUtTerFLyEffEcT</title><summary type='text'>Just now doing autocad and online as well, online becomes a must when my pc is "activated"...Online msn messenger, i saw jet's nickname -- "Jet - when the butterfly lose its wing..."When the butterfly lose its wings, ...What is your first thought? Some may think it lost its pretty.Some may say it lost its colors.I say it need more love and cares. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108400065697858748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108400065697858748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/05/thebutterflyeffect.html' title='thEbUtTerFLyEffEcT'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108394712587484210</id><published>2004-05-08T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T22:44:21.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall</title><summary type='text'>In front of me, are walls.A lot of walls, with different level planes, different texture surfaces, different approaching points...Every walls are facing to me, and being located in very close distance to each other.I couldn't see the background behind. Is it colorful?Now, in front of me, is a very high wall. A very smooth and flush opaque wall in absolute white color. It is blocking my view</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108394712587484210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108394712587484210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/05/wall.html' title='Wall'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108369274451631572</id><published>2004-05-05T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T01:49:35.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing...</title><summary type='text'>My good friend told me this:"i wish that when i m dying,lying in my bed,all of my friends will come n c me.... n those lengluiS will cry for me..."It is touching at first and super funny at last. Anywhere, it worth a lot to think deeply...I won't blog recently. Tired. A bit lost.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108369274451631572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108369274451631572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/05/hearing.html' title='Hearing...'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108280161217282730</id><published>2004-04-24T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T18:20:41.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus from norm</title><summary type='text'>We are on track in doing our work progressively...??Yes? Or no? I don't know. To keep on from being dropped out, i have to keep my pace constantly...??Yes? Or no? I don't know.Should i hold every minutes in doing something useful? Or run away from a cycle...?I don't know.Something useful is really "useful"?I also don't know. What i know is...sometimes, i found elegance while processing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108280161217282730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108280161217282730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/04/hiatus-from-norm.html' title='Hiatus from norm'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108221211613538523</id><published>2004-04-17T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T22:40:16.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My body, my responsibility.</title><summary type='text'>Just now, S.S (BookBorn) bought a bottle of mineral water for me without informing me before. He hoped i will start a new healthy principle for my daily life. This came from the case that i found i got something wrong with my health after body checking last week. Instead of keeping on to drink the "Subang water", he encouraged me to drink "clean" water, either by means of buying mineral water </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108221211613538523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108221211613538523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-body-my-responsibility.html' title='My body, my responsibility.'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108210914516521466</id><published>2004-04-16T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T18:26:44.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am terrible</title><summary type='text'>Talking to Andy just now, more and more recall of ME in the past came to mind. I am totally a bad guy. If my friend treats me as a friend, then i am totally a bad friend to be with. If my friend doesn't treat me as a friend, then it is another case. Thinking back of what i have done for my friends... I feel ashame.. regrettable...I always release my stress on my friends, especially thos who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108210914516521466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108210914516521466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-am-terrible.html' title='I am terrible'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108194648111374482</id><published>2004-04-14T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T01:56:30.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><summary type='text'>I went to SJMC to check my body. There is really something inside my body. Aynwhere, i am still ok and will be taking vitamins within 3 weeks. Hopefully, with more bless from myself and more care to myself, i will be recover after 3 weeks. Else, i may need to go on an operation though it is not a very much operation.Thanks for Alice whose latest blog did give me some lessons and inspiration. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108194648111374482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108194648111374482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/04/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108148478075484976</id><published>2004-04-09T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T12:33:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encountering road junction</title><summary type='text'>Today is Friday. Start of this weekend.Still, i am hesitated in deciding where to go. There are 2 ways. One, is to continue staying in Subang Jaya to get my work done and do revision on architecture history test, so that i don't need to rush for last minute work as loads of projects are coming rapidly one by one in "expectation".Another one, is to go back to Tg.Malim, as it have been quite a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108148478075484976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108148478075484976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/04/encountering-road-junction.html' title='Encountering road junction'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108100656512120591</id><published>2004-04-03T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T23:39:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day has come</title><summary type='text'>A new day has come. A new day has come?I need more time. I want more time.I need more time to do somethings i like to do. I need more time to meet my old friends.I need more time to seek for someone.I need more time to communicate with myself.I need more time for myself, doing nothing in a period of time is much better than doing something i don't like. And now, "be blank in a period of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108100656512120591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108100656512120591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/04/new-day-has-come.html' title='A new day has come'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108083100635928327</id><published>2004-04-01T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T13:28:15.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A break spent in Redang </title><summary type='text'>Wow... The trip to Redand Island was really a break within a long period suffering from pressure and stress by loads of assignments in this semester. What a refreshing chance for us, putting aside those annoying daily works, and sinking ourselves in an enjoyable trip and into the "hug of our mother nature". I say so because i do really think that the Redang Island is a display of beauty, an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108083100635928327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108083100635928327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/04/break-spent-in-redang.html' title='A break spent in Redang '/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108045026249754794</id><published>2004-03-28T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T13:09:57.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of Love</title><summary type='text'>Love creates us.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108045026249754794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108045026249754794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/03/story-of-love.html' title='The story of Love'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108014834311082191</id><published>2004-03-25T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T01:32:18.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De Stijl</title><summary type='text'>The lecture in history class last 2 days was really interesting and impressive to me, i must compliment. Of course, due to the consideration that some may fall asleep, so i won't type any further about the lecture here. And, adding that i am one who always not easily absorb and digest the lecture as well as in term of reading, i don't think i have the ability to type about the essence of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108014834311082191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108014834311082191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/03/de-stijl.html' title='De Stijl'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-108003516100741076</id><published>2004-03-23T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:58:49.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are innocent</title><summary type='text'>Today, again, a stressful day i have, or maybe a stressful day we (our class) have.Are we slow in progress? Yes, we hardly showed our lecture the things and the progress that he wants today. But, it is not final submission. We have the effort to do our works better, but we were not allowed due to the terms of time, energy and spirit. We are taking design studio, working drawing, autocad 3D and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108003516100741076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/108003516100741076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/03/we-are-innocent.html' title='We are innocent'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107960156098178107</id><published>2004-03-18T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T17:36:07.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Language</title><summary type='text'>No doubt that English is an important language that plays the role of international language, being recognised by all the countries in this world. I know that.My English is poor. I always hope to upgrade my english level by reading more or speaking more. Anywhere, my "ambition" always becomes empty promise to myself due to the lack of time that most of it has been spent for assignments and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107960156098178107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107960156098178107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/03/international-language.html' title='International Language'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107943720412089516</id><published>2004-03-16T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T19:43:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><summary type='text'>Today, sad, dissapointed, mad (a bit). I got grade C for the previous project of design studio subject. It is the first time i got C in design studio since the first semester. I am going through this semester 'terribly'.I put quite a lot of effort in making the model. Maybe it doesn't express well... Maybe i broke too much "rule"... Maybe... Sigh... it really dropped me in contradiction in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107943720412089516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107943720412089516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/03/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107924395854753468</id><published>2004-03-14T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T14:02:31.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lust of Eyes</title><summary type='text'>****Did you see anything above? Is it beautiful? Nice leh...!!??No, there is nothing wrong with you and me. There is really nothing above, i just let it blank. so maybe the only thing above is "white". White is the color of all in lighting, white is the purity in a piece of arts (is it? whatever la..) Again, do you think the "blank" above is beautiful? It doesn't bring the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107924395854753468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107924395854753468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/03/lust-of-eyes.html' title='The Lust of Eyes'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107893670992722285</id><published>2004-03-11T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T00:41:38.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone I</title><summary type='text'>There is a nice sentence i found in Sin Chew Daily's few days ago,Alone, is one's crazily enjoying;crazily enjoying, is a group feeling lonely.While i am alone, i will easily to think of her. Compared to the past, she is no longer familiar with me, neither do i. But, still, i expose the most to her, maybe she doesn't know, she is the one who understands me the most. It is regrettable that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107893670992722285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107893670992722285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/03/home-alone-i.html' title='Home Alone I'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107858709471891052</id><published>2004-03-06T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:40:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A special day</title><summary type='text'>Today, is a special day. I joined my coursemates in a simple trip to FRIM and an architect's house (Hijjas Kasturi, a famous architect in Malaysia). Today, is a nice day because we enjoyed the trip very much. Instead of widening my vision and gaining my knowledge, both visits to FRIM and Hijjas Kasturi's house have told me a truth--being a Malaysian is worth to be proud of.First of all, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107858709471891052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107858709471891052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/03/special-day.html' title='A special day'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107806891966264395</id><published>2004-02-29T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T21:46:24.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling nice</title><summary type='text'>Tonight, I went to MPH bookstore, Subang Parade after taking my dinner. At there, I found a few interesting books, Modern China, China Style, The Chinese Garden, and Japanese Garden Design. All are about China and Japan. Actually, for me, there is a strong relationship between Chinese life and Japanese life, lying based on the ancient history. Still, there are a lot of similarities between these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107806891966264395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107806891966264395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/02/feeling-nice.html' title='Feeling nice'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107778039938173055</id><published>2004-02-26T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T01:27:03.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me why</title><summary type='text'>*Just finished sitting for history of architecture test, feeling bad... waiting for KTM train...*I used to be a very patient person.Long period sinking in hectic life...addicting to materialistic joys...suffering from stress and pressure of studies...obeying to reality...Good behaviors nurtured in childhood is being corrupted. I become easily angry and egoistic, release my stress and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107778039938173055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107778039938173055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/02/tell-me-why.html' title='Tell me why'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107754426020447722</id><published>2004-02-23T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T01:27:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscense</title><summary type='text'>Today, i was a bit sad because the T-shirt gifted by someone was 'coloured' into yellow after being washed by the stupid washing machine.After taking rest for more than 10 hours after Penang trip, i was still desired to take a nap in the afternoon. But, i didn't really take a nap because my brain din't stop from refreshing the memories of past events (mainly during my secondary school life). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107754426020447722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107754426020447722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/02/reminiscense.html' title='Reminiscense'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107711519955218785</id><published>2004-02-18T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T22:42:38.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping from complexity</title><summary type='text'>life becomes tiring and unpredictable. feel lost and down.whatever. ---similar to jet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107711519955218785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107711519955218785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/02/escaping-from-complexity.html' title='Escaping from complexity'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107686701857560038</id><published>2004-02-16T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T03:11:50.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's</title><summary type='text'>It's already 25 hours and 42minutes from the end of Valentine's day. I spent my whole day of 14Feb in my house in Tg.Malim. A tought came to my mind......Idling around her, shows my continuity of love, symbolising the bind to her as well. My acts became unnecessary. Too much concern and care made my existence to be a burden of her life. Maybe it is not noticeable, but it does exist. So, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107686701857560038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107686701857560038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107669331185144354</id><published>2004-02-14T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T00:35:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><summary type='text'>Sorry that my last blog may be offensive. And it was the first time for me being so rude ib blog. Sorry, but really suffering negative emotion that time. Now i am ok. 13 Feb was a bad day , but it was neutralised by the good events at night. So, totally, 13 Feb was a nice day, because the day is my friend Wen Liang's birthday (it was described well in JET's blog). We have had fun in Gerald's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107669331185144354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107669331185144354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107666231653173859</id><published>2004-02-13T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T16:56:47.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCK Today is really a fucking mad day. Unfuckingbelievably, i was getting mad facing the fucking autocad 3D and the lecturer. Fuck off. He is damn 'geng', but i don't think he teaches nicely. He thought all students are clever, intelligent, smart, etc meh!? Now, have to rush for working drawing, after four hours facing pc during autocad period. Architecture is nice to explore, architecture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107666231653173859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107666231653173859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/02/fuck-today-is-really-fucking-mad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107659721307470365</id><published>2004-02-12T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:51:32.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tired day</title><summary type='text'>Today is a tired day. My energy ran dry. I have done most parts of my studio model in workshop. I had to do that eventhough the submission date is on next Tuesday. It is because this weekend i am going back to hometown where there is no space like workshop to do drilling with machine, cutting with saw, etc stuff. And i have work hard in the workshop until my friends wondered what is going wrong</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107659721307470365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107659721307470365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/02/tired-day.html' title='A tired day'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107647792455827146</id><published>2004-02-11T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T14:02:58.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>I am a person who is not easy to feel satisfied with surrounding events. I like to criticize and give lots of comments. I think my behavior caused some of my friends feel not comfortable with me. It is sad. Anywhere, i always criticize the real things, with no bad effort to offend my friends. Criticize becomes a habit to me. Maybe it is the opposite impact of my desire to reach dream-like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107647792455827146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107647792455827146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107582056943221256</id><published>2004-02-03T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T01:21:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance?</title><summary type='text'>Some said there is a steelyard symbolising balance in our daily life. Work is on the right arm of the steelyard; while rest is on the left arm. For healthy, one should keep the steelyard balanced. Try not to work too hard throughout a night. If you do, please take more rest. Compromise is needed although it is reluctantly compensated. More weight should be gained in one side when another one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107582056943221256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107582056943221256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/02/balance.html' title='Balance?'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107538976129451331</id><published>2004-01-29T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T23:27:07.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAST SAMURAI</title><summary type='text'>Tonight, I watched THE LAST SAMURAI with my friends. It is really a nice movie. Watching the movie, you will find out so many beautiful sceneries that reflect Japanese culture at that time and give pleasure to the senses. I can not describe well the movie in english, but there are a few words about it being kept in my mind.Honor perfectionHigh-spiritual    strong-willed courteousnoble </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107538976129451331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107538976129451331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/01/last-samurai.html' title='THE LAST SAMURAI'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107461333689944494</id><published>2004-01-20T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T12:18:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samurai</title><summary type='text'>Captain Algren : I am suprise to learn that the word , Samurai , mean "to serve". And that Bushido, The way of the warrior, is much more than the study of war.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107461333689944494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107461333689944494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/01/samurai.html' title='Samurai'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107460801988571548</id><published>2004-01-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T22:15:39.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to origin for a moment</title><summary type='text'>What is CNY? Is it Chinese New Year? Then what is it? I read an article on Sin Chew Daily today and i think it is nice to share with my friends. I made a summary of it, i have tried to translate it as well as edit it. Hopefully, words beyond do mean the correct things and able to bring some convenienve to people.##Nowadays, people are getting to forget and abandon the meaning of Chinese New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107460801988571548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107460801988571548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/01/back-to-origin-for-moment.html' title='Back to origin for a moment'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107435202285230348</id><published>2004-01-17T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T23:34:18.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfied with what i have</title><summary type='text'>(Written on 16th January 2004)Yesterday, we (architecture students) submitted our first design studio assignment—an egg protector. We need to make a protective device for an egg, so that it can be dropped from at least 2-floor height and without being broken. I failed. But the “show” (by all of us) was really funny. Some protectors are too weak and not practicable due to the acceleration of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107435202285230348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107435202285230348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/01/satisfied-with-what-i-have.html' title='Satisfied with what i have'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107374161901531925</id><published>2004-01-10T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:33:56.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian</title><summary type='text'>On Friday 9th of January, 2004, our Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Badawi reminded Malaysian to raise the level of understanding of our responsibilities and functions. He added, as long as we appreciate our roles, we will be on the right track. Yesterday, I took Metrobus back to Subang. It was really a bad experience along the road. The bad attitude of the bus driver made me feel very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107374161901531925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107374161901531925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/01/malaysian.html' title='Malaysian'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107331603709511283</id><published>2004-01-05T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T23:23:58.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry of the beginning</title><summary type='text'>There is still one more week to go on for holiday before school open day. I wonder why Taylor's College authority made the choice to let us study one week and then go back to enjoy Chinese New Year. Recently, i feel quite worry and anxious for my "coming study future" because i have done nothing relevant for my study field, like reading some architecture books, sketching, practising autocad, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107331603709511283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107331603709511283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/01/worry-of-beginning.html' title='Worry of the beginning'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107296569967305726</id><published>2004-01-01T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T22:41:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2003 to 2004</title><summary type='text'> 2004-01-01(yyyy-mm-dd)Happy new year everyone. I have to announce something here that almost all of the photos in this blog can not be seen because i accidentally deleted my resource photo album online. A bit bad luck. Yesterday, the last day of 2003, was quite a bad luck day. Early in the morning, i brought my younger sister to KL to have tooth check by specialist near Pudu Raya. Before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107296569967305726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107296569967305726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2004/01/2003-to-2004.html' title='2003 to 2004'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107279426265071139</id><published>2003-12-30T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T22:24:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow will be the last day of this year. Around these days, i have surf my friends' web site and found out that many of them wrote about the summary from stepping into this year to approaching the end of this year. Like many of my friends, it is undeniable that this year 2003 is really meaningful and memorable, because ...I choosed the right course, architecture...I met many nice friends...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107279426265071139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107279426265071139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/12/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107250383834491833</id><published>2003-12-27T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T13:59:13.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><summary type='text'>Hi, i am back. I was home last two days at night. I came back from China.The trip to China brought me to Guilin, Li Pu, Guang Zhou, Foshan, Shen Zhen and Hong Kong. It was really a memorable, meaningful, wonderful and almost perfect travel to China. The weather around Guilin was a bit wet and very cold (2~11 celcius degree), the temperature went higher and dry while we were moving towards east </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107250383834491833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107250383834491833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107124439632037470</id><published>2003-12-12T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T00:20:32.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These few days</title><summary type='text'>It has been quite a long time... Don't know why, felt lazy to blog. Really don't know why... Maybe i am(in hometown with family) not so lonely compared to living and studying in Subang, so i didn't have strong willing to drop message here. Maybe... i am going to give up blogging... 7th Dec(Sun)I went back to Subang with my family. Before that, we went to Times Square and then Sunway Pyramid to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107124439632037470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107124439632037470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/12/these-few-days.html' title='These few days'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-107027253262318260</id><published>2003-12-01T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T13:44:37.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xi~n Ni~an</title><summary type='text'>It had been quite a long time i did not drop a message here since my long vacation began. During recent days, my life is simple. There are neither a lot of dramatic Ups and Downs, nor extremes during these days. For me, it is nice, because i am enjoying a HOLIDAY. I am resting, in mind, plans and actions. This is time for me to recharge energy. My energy has almost run dry while approaching the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107027253262318260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/107027253262318260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/12/xin-nian.html' title='Xi~n Ni~an'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106938965791737153</id><published>2003-11-21T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T13:22:40.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent days.</title><summary type='text'>I am now in happiness ^_^. Relax.19th November, a perfect ending day. I said good bye to Taylor's College main campus, Subang Jaya. I felt heavy to leave college. But I left, because we have to step forward. My feelings were reflected in Dave's blog and Jet's blog. At night, our AT class had a party for gathering. The party was meaningful, it meant a lot. It was like farewell for 2 friends, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106938965791737153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106938965791737153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/11/recent-days.html' title='Recent days.'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106918341765314450</id><published>2003-11-19T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T03:27:26.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of this semester</title><summary type='text'>Now, is 2.55am, 19th November. I should sleep, but feeling something... Yesterday was the end of this semester (or it should be said - last semester? ^_^ . to avoid causing confused, i use - this semester) Friends, especially for my friends in architecture course:Yesterday, it should be a pure happy day, but it was not pure, it was "polluted". Yesterday, we did final presentation and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106918341765314450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106918341765314450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/11/last-day-of-this-semester.html' title='The last day of this semester'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106864838925399418</id><published>2003-11-12T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T14:29:21.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie? Life? movie=life? </title><summary type='text'>I watched Matrix Revolution just now. It is a nice movie. Although, I don't understand all the parts of the movie, but I think I got something there.There are few sentences which are familiar in the movie because they were adopted from previous episode, such as "Mr. Anderson, welcome back." This sentence made me 'smile in heart'. It is so familiar, like Arnold's "I will be back." Funny. This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106864838925399418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106864838925399418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/11/movie-life-movielife.html' title='Movie? Life? movie=life? '/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106854405196450417</id><published>2003-11-11T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T01:41:43.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy today</title><summary type='text'>Now is dusk after heavy rain. The sky outside is colorful and mainly yellow in color. I am happy. ^_^You know why? It is because i think that i did a good presentation of final studio project for me myself. Maybe others may thinked  it is not that such good presentation. But at least, it was the best presentation in my life. Maybe i have earlier and well prepared for other things, like drawings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106854405196450417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106854405196450417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/11/happy-today.html' title='Happy today'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106788735474847498</id><published>2003-11-04T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T03:22:37.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think of someone</title><summary type='text'>Now is 2:42 am. I supposed to be sleeping at this time after long time working on studio project. I was tired and finished all the drawings of studio project about one hour ago. But now, I am still in front of the computer, not that I am addicted to computer nor online. Just because I can’t sleep.There is raining outside, again. I think of someone, again. Thinking of someone, is really an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106788735474847498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106788735474847498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/11/think-of-someone.html' title='Think of someone'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106759535053870545</id><published>2003-10-31T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T03:25:26.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><summary type='text'>It is Kit Kat time. Here is a break for recent days as i will be very busy until mid of november. sigh...really busy. i think my friends and i are all getting mad and tired with the studio project. EVERYTHING THAT HAS A BEGINNING HAS AN END- matrix revolutionso, the busy period will reach the end soon... I WILL BE BACK. just dont miss me too much ^_^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106759535053870545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106759535053870545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/10/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106726103539177125</id><published>2003-10-27T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T19:03:48.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memento mori</title><summary type='text'>Death... is a topic that people seldom like touch about. Death is always unaccepted as people always avoid talking or even think about it. That is the reason we always heard Chinese said :"Choi…!" Death seems like a very 'far' topic that is always put at the boundary zone of our life, but ironically it is very close to us. I meant, people hold the desire to live longer and the inability to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106726103539177125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106726103539177125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/10/memento-mori.html' title='Memento mori'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106684098721998403</id><published>2003-10-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T02:02:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment</title><summary type='text'>My idol, Stephanie Sun Yan Zi has a song "The Moment" in her latest album. The song tells her story about the moments that mean a lot to her and caused changes on her since she has started her life in entertainment realm. I have shortly posted a comment about "the moment" in my friend Jet's website. I don't mean to bring much about this topic, just want to tell you that the existence of "moment" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106684098721998403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106684098721998403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/10/moment.html' title='The Moment'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106675339236490007</id><published>2003-10-22T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T01:05:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inhabited wall</title><summary type='text'>The title of my current project is "inhabited wall". in this project, i am designing a gallery for an artist(of course it is not realistic la). i have a few question about this, hopefully you can tell me or give your comment for the answer:_what is the relation between inhabited wall and gallery?i dont know the actual answer. for me, in a limited area that has boundary for design, the space has</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106675339236490007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106675339236490007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/10/inhabited-wall.html' title='inhabited wall'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106649744338666620</id><published>2003-10-19T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:07:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dusk</title><summary type='text'>Do you find that the most attractive moment of the whole day is in the evening? evening is the moment of sunset. today evening, i was on the way back to subang, i noticed that the sky in the evening is really amazing and attractive, it was colorful... the background of the sky was mixed yellow and orrange in colors, decorated by layers of 'thin' cloud that were mainly red in color, mixed with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106649744338666620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106649744338666620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/10/dusk.html' title='dusk'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106623604210032035</id><published>2003-10-16T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T08:46:07.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain...</title><summary type='text'>It is raining outside. i like rains. little rain... i like,.. little and tiny drops of rain are falling down, being pushed by wind, they are floating on the air downward. they seem like very 'relax'. the scenery is a bit grey, i like it. ybe that s the reason i am a quite 'grey' person, in some particular aspects . so, friends help a lot at the moment while i am sinking into 'grey'.heavy rain..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106623604210032035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106623604210032035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/10/rain.html' title='rain...'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106612955700037841</id><published>2003-10-14T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T00:48:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if u are interested to see my photos, u can explore here .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106612955700037841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106612955700037841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/10/if-u-are-interested-to-see-my-photos-u.html' title=''/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106612903769616075</id><published>2003-10-14T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T18:09:21.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, i think i am a weird person to my friends. sometimes, maybe i am not very accepted by them because i have my way of making my life alive, i have my own behaviours. maybe all of these are not suitable with them, they would even think something negative about me. anywhere, i am not always correct, and i am not blamming that they dont understand me, just sometimes i feel alone. and i don </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106612903769616075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106612903769616075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyikai.blogspot.com/2003/10/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>kai  凯</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hG6k0iu6Wmc/SMODa3JzUsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fJWRn4V0rF8/S220/IMG_0064+b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927868.post-106588875008299988</id><published>2003-10-12T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T23:53:29.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi, i have just created this blog, so i am a new user. hopefully, i can do something special here ^_^. i will post message when i have particular feeling on particular object. as my friend, u can post your comment here , but i havent prepare a space for comment , in progress. so, this seems like a diary temporarily.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106588875008299988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927868/posts/default/106588875008299988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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