<?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-4077823049898392893</id><updated>2011-09-04T23:45:11.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World through My Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scott Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13147033463160231958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygwXdHMMo0/SxynOddillI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hS3BXw_DXNw/S220/me!.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077823049898392893.post-3787621570530337735</id><published>2011-07-01T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T07:07:33.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How long has it been?</title><content type='html'>Woah, 2 months zoom by and I have not even gotten the chance to blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been busy with life, letting things zoom by, grabbing what i can and doing what I can. It's just the same thing everyday, and no let up on the work or studies. When things don't go according to what you want, and you just have to accept it, deal with it and move on. You push some, you get pushed, and you do more pushing. I feel like I am becoming part a mule of the society, getting caught up in the wave of mindless everyday happenings. I can't quite explain how it feels like, but I don't like being part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I need a holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I can't complain about it. I'm just a student, and when I graduate, I will be at the bottom, working my way up just like everyone else. Dang pyramid scheme, every work and earnings revolve around that. I think of the future, and I can't see how I would fare at. I would want to work, earn, and support my love ones. But at the same time I do not want to be a mule, not to be part of that greasy drone-like society, where people work and work with no purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something has to be done, anything. It has to start now, or I will be that drone when I come out after graduating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077823049898392893-3787621570530337735?l=scottlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3787621570530337735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-long-has-it-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/3787621570530337735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/3787621570530337735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-long-has-it-been.html' title='How long has it been?'/><author><name>Scott Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13147033463160231958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygwXdHMMo0/SxynOddillI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hS3BXw_DXNw/S220/me!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077823049898392893.post-6652961381734595418</id><published>2011-06-26T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T08:03:22.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising the productivity counter</title><content type='html'>Sunday&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up early and had cereal, organic cereal. I wonder what are the differences between conventional and organic? Conventional are always more tasty and sugar loaded. Organic seems...fresh. It's good, healthy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-sugar loaded. =P Mum has been replacing everything in the kitchen with the ingredient "organic" in it. I don't think it's that much different from any conventional food, but at least she can sleep well knowing that we don't have to pump in chemicals and insecticides into the body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 1pm, My sis and I totally neglect all the "healthiness" of wholesome food by having a meal of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; trans-fat super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; high triglyceride foods! I know, I have a weight to watch and whatever diet/exercise plans are not working because I just keep having all these cravings and eating all the stuffs that promotes obesity. I really really should kick off this habit and just eat when only necessary. Starting tomorrow I will plan properly and set a goal for the week. I'm sure it'll make a difference, a productive difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing, I am going to start the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gp&lt;/span&gt; posting, 9.30am, means I have to get up early. Not a problem anyways since I have to send my sis to college. At least it's better than sleeping half they day off, and then waste time doing random things, and by the time I realise, it's night again. Got to start studying, and stick to my schedule. I realise that I don't like how I am wasting time away. As the wisdom goes by, you waste time, time waste you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the power of productivity commence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077823049898392893-6652961381734595418?l=scottlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6652961381734595418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/06/raising-productivity-counter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/6652961381734595418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/6652961381734595418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/06/raising-productivity-counter.html' title='Raising the productivity counter'/><author><name>Scott Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13147033463160231958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygwXdHMMo0/SxynOddillI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hS3BXw_DXNw/S220/me!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077823049898392893.post-8127526485821940107</id><published>2011-06-24T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:58:11.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday analysis 1</title><content type='html'>Half of my holidays have gone by, and 1 more month remaining. I don't think that it can be termed a holiday, because we have assignments, presentations, gp postings, and studies to be done. So much for the semester break, the university has planned what we should do during the "break" and make the most out of it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do fun things over the next month, go hiking, or a waterpark, maybe a themepark, picnics, movie spree, pick up french language, spending lots and lots of time with the princess! I have a hunch that this will be the last "long break" that I will have in my life, and I don't want any assignments or lab sessions to ruin it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go future doctors! Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this past month, there is a good bit of fun and work at the same time. It's not all that bad, and I want to spend my time more wisely. So many things to do, and so many more I want to do. I had exams earlier, then there was presentation and reports, now I will have my gp postings next week. Oh I got my results just yesterday, it was somehow good, consider that I rush all my notes and did not even do any practice. It shall not happen again. Unhappiness things aside, I spent time with the princess, my friends and family, went on a few drinks, good dining sessions, movies, baking, pokemon cards, karaoke....it was good, and I hope that we can do more over the next month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now where did I put that picnic basket?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077823049898392893-8127526485821940107?l=scottlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8127526485821940107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/06/holiday-analysis-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/8127526485821940107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/8127526485821940107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/06/holiday-analysis-1.html' title='holiday analysis 1'/><author><name>Scott Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13147033463160231958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygwXdHMMo0/SxynOddillI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hS3BXw_DXNw/S220/me!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077823049898392893.post-5895650368575765943</id><published>2011-06-17T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:12:52.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessert and a ghosts</title><content type='html'>17 June 2011&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not update the blog recently, and no reason to slack off. I was kinda busy over the past week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up around 7.30am and have massive rash on my elbows, it was so annoying that I went back to sleep. I woke up again at 10.30am and the rash is gone, but it stings a little. Took a shower and applied cream onto the surface, it didn't bother me then again. I should check out the reason, maybe it's the weather, or bugs, or something I ate last night. I don't think onion rings are the cause of the rash. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate chocolate cake that I baked, and noodles for lunch. There was House series to catch up with, and the newspaper to read. After that, I spent an hour surfing youtube and facebook. Went to swimming, and off to university for an event: Cultural Ghost exhibition and a ghost house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun, I got to learn all sorts of superstitious and urban legends. It's always the same outcome: terrible deaths, blood, possession, bla bla bla. I had a good time, and a few surprises that made my heart skipped a beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home after the event. Dinner, shower and relaxation. It was a good day, and looking forward tomorrow for pokemon card trading game. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077823049898392893-5895650368575765943?l=scottlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5895650368575765943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/06/dessert-and-ghosts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/5895650368575765943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/5895650368575765943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/06/dessert-and-ghosts.html' title='Dessert and a ghosts'/><author><name>Scott Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13147033463160231958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygwXdHMMo0/SxynOddillI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hS3BXw_DXNw/S220/me!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077823049898392893.post-7031967096943484524</id><published>2011-06-08T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:22:31.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon to be busy (fun) day</title><content type='html'>Today (wednesday) was an okay day. Woke up late and the 1st thing that came to my mind is: Cake.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the urge to bake, and I went down and within 2 minutes, all the equipment and ingredients are on the counter already. I was preparing when horror strikes, there is no BUTTER! You have to have butter in walnut Butter cake. It defies logic not to have butter in the Butter-cake. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the nearest convenient store, as always inconvenient, they do not have butter. But today is a good day, so the sundry shop nearby has them. A fine one indeed too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushed back home with the prized golden fat, I popped it down the mixture and switched on the mixer. Turned out that the speed dial is set on maximum when I let loose the electric current, but thanks to my awesome speedy fingers, crisis avoided. I don't want to bring out the broom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baked it for an hour, turned out really nice. Firm, dense yet fluffy, enough walnut chunks, crunchy crust and savoury. Kept it to cool and will cut it to pieces when I get back from Uni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day is pleasant, went to the Princess' castle, to class and back. Played a little portal with her, superb sandwiches and back to my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, going to wake up early to jog, been slacking for 2 days now. Have to send my sis to the lrt, and plan for a good day. More plans to make desserts, movie, games, and clubbing. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077823049898392893-7031967096943484524?l=scottlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7031967096943484524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/06/soon-to-be-busy-fun-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/7031967096943484524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/7031967096943484524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/06/soon-to-be-busy-fun-day.html' title='Soon to be busy (fun) day'/><author><name>Scott Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13147033463160231958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygwXdHMMo0/SxynOddillI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hS3BXw_DXNw/S220/me!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077823049898392893.post-4386923891252268481</id><published>2011-06-04T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T07:09:07.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake woes</title><content type='html'>Today is a lazy day. Woke up at 6.30am to send my sis for her test, came back and slept all the way to 10.30am. I woke up the second time and decided to update my starcraft game patch. It's been such a long time since I played it, and I got really rusty. Can't wait to play with my friends and with random people. I had yogurt for breakfast and watch some videos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At noon, my mum and I went out to pick up my sis, and we went to a fine Japanese restaurant to have lunch. One of the authentic and superb cooking skills. We had a blast and was so full from the various yums. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back at around 4pm, laze around and read the papers. I went out to exercise and it was pretty good, I have to be persistent and maintain if I were to get rid of those flabs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at home. I decided to cut my portions and eat slowly, that way I can trick my brain into thinking that it's full. Ha! I went out to get sugar and some other ingredients after so I can start baking tomorrow, I have not done it in a long long time and itching to get started. The yums can't wait. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10pm now, and I stumbled to some classic warcraft 2 soundtracks. Why can't games nowadays make songs as epic as they use to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077823049898392893-4386923891252268481?l=scottlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4386923891252268481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/06/cake-woes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/4386923891252268481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/4386923891252268481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/06/cake-woes.html' title='Cake woes'/><author><name>Scott Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13147033463160231958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygwXdHMMo0/SxynOddillI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hS3BXw_DXNw/S220/me!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077823049898392893.post-1675424755968531395</id><published>2011-06-03T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:18:59.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A minor case of serious brain damage + brilliant activity plans</title><content type='html'>(quoted from portal 2) =P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES!! Exam is over! I am happy, sad, blanking out, tired, energized, motivated and demotivated at the same time. It's a big cocktail of undecided reaction to the ending of the paper. I'm pretty sure that my brain fizzled and demands emergency dose of fun before I suffer a stroke. Not sure how everyone else feels, but I'm sure they are happy to get the nasty exam stress out of their system. I went for the feedback session, and I think I did okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I went out with my very special princess to grab the essentials at prince cafe. ;) We spent time scheming on what to do over the short period of respite, before plunging back down to the depths of medical knowledge again. I forgot how good the burger tasted there, and it's good to have a big one again. My brain approves of such gastronomical pleasure. We talked about what to do during the break. Things like baking, swimming, outdoor challenges, lasertag, movies, the list goes on and it gets pretty exciting and fun! Not just scheming such an awesome plan, but to do it! It's going to be productive, fun productive stress-free things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We meet up with another friend and spread the plan, over a few large beers, milkshake and fries. We had a good day and it was relaxing after the paper. Brain infarct avoided and we are all in good mood. Tired, but that will not stop anything. Sleepy now, and have to get up early to sent my sister to a test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I have excess weight hanging around my waist for half a year already, it's time to put the stress, in a more physical and visible form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077823049898392893-1675424755968531395?l=scottlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1675424755968531395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/06/minor-case-of-serious-brain-damage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/1675424755968531395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/1675424755968531395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/06/minor-case-of-serious-brain-damage.html' title='A minor case of serious brain damage + brilliant activity plans'/><author><name>Scott Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13147033463160231958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygwXdHMMo0/SxynOddillI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hS3BXw_DXNw/S220/me!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077823049898392893.post-5933614657893175830</id><published>2011-05-19T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T09:05:18.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work. . .</title><content type='html'>I don't know, I have been slacking a lot lately. I promised to myself before that it will never happen again and now I am in the same position as what I was last time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't like to do things that I find unpleasant and tend to procrastinate. This is such a bad habit. I have to pick up, and start something, anything. As the saying goes, "shape up or ship out" something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams are soon, and I have a ton of areas to cover, not to mention other duties and jobs to finish up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh I hate procrastination, it'll spell the end of me if I keep it up. =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077823049898392893-5933614657893175830?l=scottlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5933614657893175830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/05/work-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/5933614657893175830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/5933614657893175830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/05/work-work.html' title='Work work. . .'/><author><name>Scott Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13147033463160231958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygwXdHMMo0/SxynOddillI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hS3BXw_DXNw/S220/me!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077823049898392893.post-3110335110492461749</id><published>2011-05-17T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T04:52:27.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of notes and noodles</title><content type='html'>17/5/2011&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a public holiday! I had plans to use the time to catch up with my studies, then my mum told me that we are going on a food trip outstation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mum, I want to study!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's a public holiday, and we are going to have some fun"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why not ask sis to go along, and just put me at home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It'll be a while only, and the food is good"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*mumble mumble*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "only a while" part, took half a day. Fortunately, good company and good food made it more bearable. My relatives and grandma joined us and we had a pretty fun trip around. I did bring out some of my notes to study, so I can still get both things done at the same time. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate lots, ranging from noodles to pork dishes to squid to vegetables to more noodles. Very peculiar that they use vinegar, can't remember the name of the dish but it is just in good harmony with all other flavours. The area is also famous for assorted cookies, cakes and sweet things, fun to pick around and try them. I would take pictures, but camera is not on duty today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back around 5.45pm, went out to jog and now putting my thoughts into this post. Watched a few youtube videos, tried to install a few games but it did not work. Now I'm going to grab dinner, and will get back to my studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porridge today, good remedy for all the heavy foods I took this afternoon. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;signing out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077823049898392893-3110335110492461749?l=scottlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3110335110492461749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-notes-and-noodles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/3110335110492461749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/3110335110492461749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-notes-and-noodles.html' title='Of notes and noodles'/><author><name>Scott Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13147033463160231958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygwXdHMMo0/SxynOddillI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hS3BXw_DXNw/S220/me!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077823049898392893.post-5179700351718250690</id><published>2011-04-09T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:15:12.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First entry</title><content type='html'>Hello. My name is Scott. Welcome to my blog. It is very simple for now, as I am just starting out. Things will get more interesting once I tweak things around. I never got the basis to blogging, but I could start somewhere, entering daily activities and any random shenanigans around.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to blog, for fun and to keep track of certain things. What I see, feel, do, anything worthwhile. Putting in a thought of the day, it'll help organise the things that I experience. Maybe I could even look back one day and see the changes that happened and how I fare through time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to keep things simple and direct, and I'll do my best to update at least 3-4 times a week. I would be kind of busy with studies, family and friends, and especially studies. I also love to hang out and pamper a very special princess to me. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being at home today, waited for a repairman to come and change the filters. Other than that, it's just me, the computer and my ever expanding lecture notes to cover. The rooster kept on going till noon, I swear that it's alarm clock mechanism malfunctioned. It just...cock-a-doodle? Cockoo? How do you describe a rooster making noise? Crow? And why did that neighbour a few houses away has one? We're in a neighbourhood, and in a city. A pet maybe? Strange choice indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I should really get back to my studies if I ever want to do well in the test. A butterfly dropped by and hang around. Nice blue colour with black strips and all. Weather's really hot today, hope it rains later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;signing out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077823049898392893-5179700351718250690?l=scottlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5179700351718250690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/5179700351718250690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077823049898392893/posts/default/5179700351718250690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottlow.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-entry.html' title='First entry'/><author><name>Scott Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13147033463160231958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygwXdHMMo0/SxynOddillI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hS3BXw_DXNw/S220/me!.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
