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Hence, trying to find out the exact meaning and the come from of this question, I have resulted in a more in depth search into wikipedia. LOLAnd to come by this few</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/7120391761671553366/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=7120391761671553366" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/7120391761671553366?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/7120391761671553366?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-moved-my-cheese.html" title="Who Moved My Cheese" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkECRXw-eyp7ImA9WhZXFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-8369878732894259646</id><published>2011-05-06T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T02:37:44.253+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-06T02:37:44.253+08:00</app:edited><title>Starcraft 2</title><summary>I'm currently playing this game by Blizzard called starcraft 2, in which is one of the games I have dream of playing since young, but then again, it's too hard to master as there's a lot of things to learn from it. So I decided to write these things I learn down before I start to forget.The basics of Starcraft 2, economy, base control and warfare (tactics &amp; strategy). I was amazed by the beauty </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/8369878732894259646/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=8369878732894259646" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/8369878732894259646?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/8369878732894259646?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2011/05/starcraft-2.html" title="Starcraft 2" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUARnY6cCp7ImA9WhZTFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-4152026156169606139</id><published>2011-03-18T16:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:24:07.818+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-18T17:24:07.818+08:00</app:edited><title>Sometimes walking away is just the solution</title><summary>Have you got stuck in a situation that you somehow know that you're going to fuck up the situation by just saying more but at the same time you know you needed to do something about it but you do not know what should you do?Hence the solution to this is to walk away and leave things better off. Forcing or you would put it convincing the other party to accept your idea, or to acknowledge what you </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/4152026156169606139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=4152026156169606139" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/4152026156169606139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/4152026156169606139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-walking-away-is-just-solution.html" title="Sometimes walking away is just the solution" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SS0rtgm6SYY/TYMhdhoKZ5I/AAAAAAAAClM/zejK-Dhugbw/s72-c/quicksand_display_image-300x218.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUNRnc_cSp7ImA9Wx9RFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-5361585755964137210</id><published>2010-12-16T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:01:37.949+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-16T19:01:37.949+08:00</app:edited><title>New Chapter</title><summary>Work started for me in November, big challenge as it's one of the down turns in the business at this point in time. Lots of things happened, or maybe nothing interesting to you happened. People in my life switched roles. I moved back to my own house, worked for the family business, proposed a system for the business, currently handling the export department, bought the Nokia N8, got my transcript</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5361585755964137210/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=5361585755964137210" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/5361585755964137210?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/5361585755964137210?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-chapter.html" title="New Chapter" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUABSXg_fip7ImA9Wx5XEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-4247347250475391384</id><published>2010-09-10T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T02:42:38.646+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-10T02:42:38.646+08:00</app:edited><title>Blogging..</title><summary>It's been so damn long since I've last blogged..Well.. it's the thesis that's making me busy at the moment, currently not working.mm.. assignment 2 for strategic marketing another subject that should not be taken lightly.-------------------------------------------------------Well again, philosophies.. not as much when I was doing business ethics.. those inspirations were just priceless. Life just</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/4247347250475391384/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=4247347250475391384" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/4247347250475391384?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/4247347250475391384?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2010/09/blogging.html" title="Blogging.." /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQNR34-cCp7ImA9Wx5TGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-8474034886415103233</id><published>2010-08-03T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:59:56.058+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-03T15:59:56.058+08:00</app:edited><title>Business System</title><summary>Consists of the:1. The Entrepreneur2. The Army3. The Props4. The Resources5. The Family6. The Fun7. The Health8. The Field9. The System10. The Trust11. The Fate--------------------------------------------------------1. The Entrepreneur a.k.a the boss, is the person with ideas, ideology, philosophy, leadership, ethics, moral codes, rules and regulations, empathy, empowerment-ship and most of all </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/8474034886415103233/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=8474034886415103233" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/8474034886415103233?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/8474034886415103233?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2010/08/business-system.html" title="Business System" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IDSHsycCp7ImA9WxFbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-4227129446941977716</id><published>2010-07-05T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:52:59.598+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-05T12:52:59.598+08:00</app:edited><title>Strength &amp; Weakness</title><summary>By coincidence or was it a chain of happenings that things happens for a reason. Class cancelled today and I got home, finding out that my grandpa has a big blister on his toe, lucky I was home so I can bring him to consult the doctor. My cousin brother told me to spend everything wisely, only use when necessary and on the other hand, my mom forwarded an email to me on how Warren Buffet view </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/4227129446941977716/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=4227129446941977716" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/4227129446941977716?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/4227129446941977716?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2010/07/strength-weakness.html" title="Strength &amp; Weakness" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/TDFk4fsWOrI/AAAAAAAACks/6UU0kRlYfmQ/s72-c/n656529422_732027_8083.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4FSHg7fSp7ImA9WxFXE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-6095701586342683683</id><published>2010-05-20T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:41:59.605+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-20T11:41:59.605+08:00</app:edited><title>War</title><summary>No one likes to lose, neither do I. Compromising, one will only do when one is satisfy with their own lives. Sometimes I do not understand, the utilitarian point of view, for the greater good we all should care for. But what about the minorities? In America, the minorities are well taken care of now, that's what I can see, but there are some that are being left out. In Bangkok, protesters want </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/6095701586342683683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=6095701586342683683" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/6095701586342683683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/6095701586342683683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2010/05/war.html" title="War" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUMQH47fSp7ImA9WxFTEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-3878741761879431025</id><published>2010-04-02T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:01:21.005+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-02T21:01:21.005+08:00</app:edited><title>Business Ethics</title><summary>"I am absolutely convinced that no wealth in the world can help humanity forward, even in the hands of the most devoted worker in this cause. The example of great and pure characters is the only thing that can product fine ideas and noble deeds. Money only appeals to selfishness and always tempts its owners irresistibly to abuse it.Can anyone imagine Moses, Jesus , or Gandhi armed with them </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/3878741761879431025/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=3878741761879431025" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/3878741761879431025?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/3878741761879431025?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2010/04/business-ethics.html" title="Business Ethics" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEFRHc6fip7ImA9WxBaEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-8174105890464953207</id><published>2010-03-22T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:10:15.916+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-22T13:10:15.916+08:00</app:edited><title>Letting Go</title><summary>I've listened to some of the great podcast this morning while on my way to Klang, I notice something, I couldn't take excuses from people easily, as in people telling me why it can't be done, and this person who was being interviewed, he is telling his listeners why the obstacles of not able to acquire angel investors is so impossible, that people do not believe in his games creations. In the end</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/8174105890464953207/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=8174105890464953207" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/8174105890464953207?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/8174105890464953207?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2010/03/letting-go.html" title="Letting Go" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QERXg-fCp7ImA9WxBVGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-5132479088748502357</id><published>2010-02-24T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:28:24.654+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-24T13:28:24.654+08:00</app:edited><title>Backfired - Omem</title><summary>The memo post below could be of great help if used correctly, but it will somehow backfire if it is used on sins like, gambling, sex, theft &amp; robbery, alcoholism, lusts, dishonesty.Standing from the sins point of viewIf one does all the sin above or one of it, imagine applying it to all the 5 aspects.It's like:1. supporting the person who gambles to gamble more - hello?2. love the alcohol the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5132479088748502357/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=5132479088748502357" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/5132479088748502357?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/5132479088748502357?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2010/02/backfired-omem.html" title="Backfired - Omem" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEANSHc4eCp7ImA9WxBWGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-8895670643210627916</id><published>2010-02-12T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:53:19.930+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-12T11:53:19.930+08:00</app:edited><title>Love Hurts</title><summary>Does it? Love is bigger than anything as well at the same time.The love of mother &amp; fatherThe love of friendshipThe love of your partnerThe love of your siblingsThe love of your family membersPeople once say, your life will be complete with this 4 people,1. Yourself2. The person you love3. The person that loves you4. The person that would walk with you throughout your lifeThe True YouHave you </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/8895670643210627916/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=8895670643210627916" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/8895670643210627916?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/8895670643210627916?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-hurts.html" title="Love Hurts" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQGSX8_fyp7ImA9WxBRFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-3398157165012946041</id><published>2010-01-03T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:55:28.147+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-03T20:55:28.147+08:00</app:edited><title>Memo</title><summary>Naming this post memo,dedicated to the people around me with originality from Richard Low.1. Love the people around you no matter what kind of shit they do, you know they have already done some shit, and they have nothing to fall back on except you, when you pull that bridge away from the person, yeap, indeed the person is dead, nothing is greater than the power to forgive.2. Love the shit you do</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/3398157165012946041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=3398157165012946041" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/3398157165012946041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/3398157165012946041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2010/01/memo.html" title="Memo" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FR3g9eSp7ImA9WxBaEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-2222738771726933674</id><published>2009-12-06T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:08:36.661+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-22T12:08:36.661+08:00</app:edited><title>November Replacement</title><summary>I just looked at my blog and noticed that I have not update my blog for november. It is because I did not allocate the time to blog, what to say, facebook is making life easier. Well, the status updating has taken away my blogging time. And what more to say the pictures being uploaded into facebook has become so much easier, with 200 pictures being able to be uploaded with one click compared to </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2222738771726933674/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=2222738771726933674" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/2222738771726933674?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/2222738771726933674?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2009/12/november-replacement.html" title="November Replacement" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CSX45cCp7ImA9WxNVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-1744990639926229351</id><published>2009-10-28T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:57:48.028+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T22:57:48.028+08:00</app:edited><title>Suiness</title><summary>Today whole day damn bei lago to class at 8went back home at 10because some stupid car blocked gao methen i call gao the felladamn gao pik chikwaited for 20 minutesthen i send gao him a messagewhat gave you the right to waste my time?then went home wanted to on9xps couldn't turn onthen use n95 to go on9 to look for the numberthe bloddy website so damn gao alot of things,also dont know where to </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/1744990639926229351/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=1744990639926229351" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/1744990639926229351?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/1744990639926229351?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2009/10/suiness.html" title="Suiness" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BQHo9eip7ImA9WxNVFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-6050133903340572530</id><published>2009-10-25T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:19:11.462+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-25T13:19:11.462+08:00</app:edited><title>Mid &amp; End of October 2009 Edits</title><summary>How's the song? The picture above are those who came for my birthday party, 22nd one. Yea, it was really pretty simple, what do you expect for a student? It was a real last minute work again, it did not rain that day, and my grandma cooked, my friends loved her food. And I'm seriously proud of having her as my grandma. My grandpa did some little sponsor for the beer.. hehehe.. it was just </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/6050133903340572530/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=6050133903340572530" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/6050133903340572530?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/6050133903340572530?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html" title="Mid &amp; End of October 2009 Edits" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPcldkbZgI/AAAAAAAACi4/eui346iCxZI/s72-c/IMG_4331.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IAQ3w4cCp7ImA9WxNWE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-5342832896715884214</id><published>2009-10-12T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:32:22.238+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-12T23:32:22.238+08:00</app:edited><title>I Write</title><summary>because it has been so many years I've been asking myself this question, what is my purpose here in this earth? and what do I serve as a human being, well, not a human being though, the people around me, what and how am I to serve these people. 1st degree friends, 2nd degree and so on, then my family members, what role do I play in this family, in this big family, in this community, in Malaysia, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5342832896715884214/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=5342832896715884214" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/5342832896715884214?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/5342832896715884214?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-write.html" title="I Write" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkANR3o_eSp7ImA9WxNXGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-6820709827691930460</id><published>2009-10-06T21:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:39:56.441+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-07T01:39:56.441+08:00</app:edited><title>Year 2009's October 7th</title><summary> Actually, no matter where you are in the world ar. A Lamer, will always be a Lamer. What I actually want to say is well, it can be done no matter the distance. ANYWAY!! Check out the VIDEO on facebook if you see this post at 12am on the 7th of October 2009.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/6820709827691930460/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=6820709827691930460" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/6820709827691930460?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/6820709827691930460?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2009/10/year-2009s-october-7th.html" title="Year 2009's October 7th" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SstP3DKRCsI/AAAAAAAAChY/4Z610yXwafs/s72-c/IMG_3050.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUINSXk7fyp7ImA9WxNXE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-199706908628461877</id><published>2009-10-01T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:59:58.707+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-01T16:59:58.707+08:00</app:edited><title>(I Do Not Want To Name This Post)</title><summary>Well.. Well..October's 1st post.. starting today with a post after I have finished my assignment on Internet Marketing. Woke up 4am in the morning because of the effect of sleeping at 730pm last night, just right after Malaysia had an earthquake. Although I did not hear it, but it was all over facebook. I think it's because like what MS would say, these people have status update anxiety, so does </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/199706908628461877/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=199706908628461877" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/199706908628461877?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/199706908628461877?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-do-not-want-to-name-this-post.html" title="(I Do Not Want To Name This Post)" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMRno8eCp7ImA9WxNRGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-1515979812096875102</id><published>2009-09-14T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:48:07.470+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-14T02:48:07.470+08:00</app:edited><title>Shit Does Happen</title><summary>I've had shit happened in my life, and I suppose anyone who reads this now does have their own shit as well. But just an advise to those who think that it's going to be an end to their life, nothing beats you down but you yourself. The worst thing that could happen is really the time when you're dead. Because by then you can't do shit but only to look at your memories, what you have done in your </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/1515979812096875102/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=1515979812096875102" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/1515979812096875102?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/1515979812096875102?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2009/09/shit-does-happen.html" title="Shit Does Happen" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUMRHw-eyp7ImA9WxNRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-7507816667616323873</id><published>2009-09-08T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:11:25.253+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-09T00:11:25.253+08:00</app:edited><title>September</title><summary>It was a great month to start with, I don't know why, but it's just great. A great friendship lost was being recovered. It hit me every time I saw her after any event, every time when Big Bang's Haru-Haru was played, it hit me harder.It is Lp120's one year old, more about this time. Memories come and go, I've learnt to treasure every moment even more. My friend Avene said it might be God's </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/7507816667616323873/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=7507816667616323873" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/7507816667616323873?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/7507816667616323873?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2009/09/september.html" title="September" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8FQXw6fyp7ImA9WxNSFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-567028129182583641</id><published>2009-08-31T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:36:50.217+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-31T01:36:50.217+08:00</app:edited><title /><summary>suddenly, just didn't know how to start this post?but i just started it, have i not?it was just because of the 1st step that this blog post started moving.it is just like a conversation, and the thoughts in your mind.for some reasons, when you think too much, you just get paralyzed by the thoughts.now.. where to start? asiaworks? well it was the thing i did this evening,met Avene there again </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/567028129182583641/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=567028129182583641" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/567028129182583641?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/567028129182583641?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2009/08/suddenly-just-didnt-know-how-to-start.html" title="" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4BQ30-fCp7ImA9WxNSEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-7574499017751140787</id><published>2009-08-23T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:12:32.354+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-24T00:12:32.354+08:00</app:edited><title /><summary /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/7574499017751140787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=7574499017751140787" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/7574499017751140787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/7574499017751140787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html" title="" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SpFQPb2ESyI/AAAAAAAACfI/n6AwfuBUgjs/s72-c/IMG_1383.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcARXgzfCp7ImA9WxNTFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-8494962260313627232</id><published>2009-08-17T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:00:44.684+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-17T21:00:44.684+08:00</app:edited><title>LOL</title><summary>Laughs Evily</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/8494962260313627232/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=8494962260313627232" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/8494962260313627232?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/8494962260313627232?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol.html" title="LOL" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SolUNCiVc-I/AAAAAAAACeg/S_pNowoiieA/s72-c/g10AB.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUHSHw8eCp7ImA9WxNTFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795128771302378550.post-2898595023102326276</id><published>2009-08-17T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:50:39.270+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-17T18:50:39.270+08:00</app:edited><title /><summary>From underneath the trees, I watched the sky, confusing stars with satellites.It has too long since my last blog. Went futsal with way, kam and billy. And this time it wasn't that artifical grass but it was that plastic tiles, so the impact was quite hard to the addition that I was kickin barefoot. But for the fun, it was worth it. Was worth it that the fact the injury reached only this level. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2898595023102326276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2795128771302378550&amp;postID=2898595023102326276" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/2898595023102326276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795128771302378550/posts/default/2898595023102326276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://richardlow1987.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-underneath-trees-i-watched-sky.html" title="" /><author><name>Richard Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559890872812328913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPJYfwSd8Lc/SuPnbH2nPhI/AAAAAAAACjA/KhdBNgr3Sv0/S220/DSC01745.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

