<?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-5324406</id><updated>2011-06-01T10:25:55.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZLife</title><subtitle type='html'>Life of BoRiNg Me. The place where I ramble, rant, twaddle, tattle, prattle, mutter etc. etc.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-114987307596782719</id><published>2006-06-10T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T01:11:15.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinnest Notebook</title><summary type='text'> I went to Kyoto, Japan in 2005 for the APRICOT conference. Had to visit one of the electronics shops in Osaka. I was shocked to see this notebook by Sony. Its soo thin and light I felt like I was holding a thin book.I think notebooks should be always like this. Unfortunately, due to cost minimization, they are not. Maybe one day, we all will be using thin notebooks like this. I mean it would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114987307596782719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=114987307596782719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/114987307596782719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/114987307596782719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2006/06/thinnest-notebook.html' title='Thinnest Notebook'/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-114987240491529265</id><published>2006-06-10T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T01:02:24.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Pillow Chicken!</title><summary type='text'> Ok, this right here is called Golden Pillow Chicken. This is another invention of these innovative chinese people. Nice curry chicken wrapped with soft bread. The chicken is cooked earlier and put in a cooking paper and then I guess they wrapp the chicken with dough and bake the whole thing. The bread is tender and sweet. Not too sweet though. Just right to go with the curry.The chicken curry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114987240491529265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=114987240491529265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/114987240491529265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/114987240491529265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2006/06/golden-pillow-chicken.html' title='Golden Pillow Chicken!'/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-114987171902045560</id><published>2006-06-10T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:48:39.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Square Watermelon</title><summary type='text'> All my life I knew that watermelons are round. Now, when I saw this squre ones for the first time, I was kinda amused. The first thing that cme in my mind was, "hmmm.. now thats what you call making a difference..." Square Waltermelon. Now who would have thought about it. Definitely Japanese! Yes Japanese it is.So, these Japanse watermelons are imported all the way from Japan. That is why they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114987171902045560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=114987171902045560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/114987171902045560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/114987171902045560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2006/06/square-watermelon.html' title='Square Watermelon'/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-112245549000072649</id><published>2005-07-27T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T16:44:54.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Gentleman</title><summary type='text'>The True Gentleman is the man whose conduct proceeds from good will and an acute sense of propriety, and whose self-control is equal to all emergencies; who does not make the poor man conscious of his poverty, the obscure man of his obscurity, or any man of his inferiority or deformity; who is himself humbled if necessity compels him to humble another; who does not flatter wealth, cringe before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112245549000072649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=112245549000072649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/112245549000072649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/112245549000072649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2005/07/true-gentleman' title='The True Gentleman'/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-111459757446854313</id><published>2005-04-27T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T16:46:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airbus A380</title><summary type='text'>Airbus A380 has successfully completed her first take off. Here is a picture of that:But, I am more interested about the First Class:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111459757446854313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=111459757446854313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/111459757446854313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/111459757446854313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/airbus-a380' title='Airbus A380'/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-111459532274964673</id><published>2005-04-27T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T16:47:37.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emirates First Class</title><summary type='text'>Do you know anyone who has had the privilege to fly by Emirates First Class?I will add this luxury to the "100 things I want to do before I die"  (rey's words). :)Why? They say a picture speaks a thousand words. Here you go:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111459532274964673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=111459532274964673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/111459532274964673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/111459532274964673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/emirates-first-class' title='Emirates First Class'/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-111440571254722365</id><published>2005-04-25T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:13:25.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Serach History</title><summary type='text'>Google has come up with a new tool. Google Serach History.I just used it. I like what I see. But, its a bit inconvinient to go to the search history page and login and add my searches everytime I want to search. Sure, I can always keep the google window open. Maybe that was their main intention. So that users are on the google pages more.Lets see how this Google(R) LabRat (TM)  works out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111440571254722365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=111440571254722365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/111440571254722365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/111440571254722365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/google-serach-history' title='Google Serach History'/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-111347090110781072</id><published>2005-04-14T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:16:15.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now they are looking upward instead of downward.</title><summary type='text'>On Paul Van Riper's first tour in Southeast Asia, when he was out in the bush, serving as an advisor to the South Vietnamese, he would often hear gunfire in the distance. He was then a young lieutenant new to combat, and his first thought was always to get on the radio and ask the troops in the field what was happening. After several weeks of this, however, he realized that the people he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111347090110781072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=111347090110781072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/111347090110781072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/111347090110781072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/now-they-are-looking-upward-instead-of' title='Now they are looking upward instead of downward.'/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-108994481987795827</id><published>2004-07-16T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T10:26:59.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hmmm... Interesting! That's what my reaction was when I got to know that if I had an "active" blogger then I would get a Gmail account. My last post was on October. Maybe that does not make me an active blogger. I see no nvitation on my blogger page for Gmail. Its is a nice way of making people use Google's other services. Anyways, I like both Blogger and Gmail. I love Google. Google rocks. :</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/108994481987795827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=108994481987795827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/108994481987795827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/108994481987795827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2004/07/anyways-i-like-both-blogger-and-gmail' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-106709853872337032</id><published>2003-10-26T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T00:45:05.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Imagine, for example, a substance with 100 times the strength of steel, yet only 1/6 the weight; materials that instantly heal themselves when punctured; surfaces that can "feel" the forces pressing on them; wires and electronics as tiny as molecules; structural materials that also generate and store electricity; and liquids that can instantly switch to solid and back again at will. All of these</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/106709853872337032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=106709853872337032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/106709853872337032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/106709853872337032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/10/imagine-for-example-substance-with-100' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-106233735527886402</id><published>2003-08-31T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T18:06:58.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take a look at the world's fastest Supercomputer's statistics here.This is not a single computer. Instead, its a "super cluster". But, unlike other clustered computers, this one has "two independent 1 Tbyte disk systems". :)Take a look at the full article: http://www.intel.com/technology/itj/q11998/articles/art_1.htmOh, almost forgot, the Super Computer takes a space of 1,600 square feet. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/106233735527886402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=106233735527886402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/106233735527886402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/106233735527886402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/08/take-look-at-worlds-fastest' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-106209064295459217</id><published>2003-08-29T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T18:16:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How numbers can be amaziing:1. Date of attack: 9/11 - 9 + 1 + 1 = 112. Place of attack 1: WTC Building = 11 letters3. City of attack: New York City = 11 letters4. Place of attack 2: The Pentagon = 11 letters5. Who attacked: Afganistan = 11 letters6. The first plane that hit: Flight number 117. Number of people in Flight 11: 92 - 9 + 2 = 118. Sept. 11 is the 254th day of the year: 2 + 5 + 4 = 119.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/106209064295459217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=106209064295459217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/106209064295459217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/106209064295459217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/08/how-numbers-can-be-amaziing-1' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-106050704755874121</id><published>2003-08-10T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:06:14.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isnt it funny how life changes before your eyes, what you think you know or whom you seem to know all of a sudden is totally new to you.... I guess you can call it a phase or whatever but sometimes I wish we would be the same and never change but then I guess our lives would be monotonous...But always a question rises up before us and thats a BIG FAT..... WHY?????? WHY THIS? WHY THAT? WHY COULDNT</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/106050704755874121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=106050704755874121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/106050704755874121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/106050704755874121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/08/isnt-it-funny-how-life-changes-before' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-105784972878687257</id><published>2003-07-10T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:19:52.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today the personal trainer at my gym calculated the FAT in my body. And, I was shocked to know the statistics. I have 32% FAT in my body. And, that comes upto 26.5 kgs of FAT!!! I am so busted.Gotta workout hard. Its the result of sitting down on my butt for the past 4 years.I remember, I used to run in the morning or do some sort of excercise or even cycle rugularly. All stopped. I dunno why, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/105784972878687257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=105784972878687257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/105784972878687257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/105784972878687257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/07/today-personal-trainer-at-my-gym' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-105750173198144027</id><published>2003-07-06T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:14:26.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been flooded with selfless love towards you from your friends and family? Have you?I realised something today. If love comes knocking your door, please don't neglect and throw it away. Its rare to have people's love coming to you uninvited.I am talking about small and simple caring from your friends and families. Sometimes we are so preoccupied with life and work that we hardly can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/105750173198144027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=105750173198144027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/105750173198144027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/105750173198144027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/07/have-you-ever-been-flooded-with' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-105672793254681750</id><published>2003-06-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T23:32:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just listening to a song which opened my mind. Yes. It did open my mind completely.I don't know how, but my views were getting polluted by some filthy ideology. If I didn't listen to this song then I would be choosing the wrong way in my life and I would be making a BIG mistake in my life.Thank you God (if you exist). I will follow what just came to me all of a sudden and opened my mind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/105672793254681750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=105672793254681750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/105672793254681750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/105672793254681750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-was-just-listening-to-song-which' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-105664638484176536</id><published>2003-06-27T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T00:53:04.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lately, I was just wondering that how much does it take to prepare for a perfect "life" that does not suck.As always, I am ambitious. But, sometimes I just get frustrated thinking how others achieve it How they start toward the journey? How do they prepare themselves? Is there a secret recipe for it?I don't know. Anybody knows.If you have successfull "Life", then how did you get there?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/105664638484176536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=105664638484176536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/105664638484176536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/105664638484176536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/06/lately-i-was-just-wondering-that-how' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-95909482</id><published>2003-06-22T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T13:18:17.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is freeA nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?"Yeah, thats like it. From now on "my 2 cents" will evolve into "my 10 cents". 'Cause, "my 2 cents" always goes free now a days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/95909482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=95909482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/95909482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/95909482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/06/heres-my-10-cents-my-2-cents-is-free' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-95511662</id><published>2003-06-11T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T17:51:40.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid me!!! Always fall for the most common traps that people prepare for me. I thought I was wanted, I thought I was welcomed cause they really meant it. But, as usual its not that. "Selfish reason" is always a factor if someone calls you and invites you.Maybe, I am paranoid. But, if you get to realise that people want something from you and thats the reason they are welcoming you then what do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/95511662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/95511662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/06/stupid-me-always-fall-for-most-common' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-95400183</id><published>2003-06-07T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T14:31:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you have been given two options below, which one would you choose:1. Nice work environment, mediocre room and lotsa normal technology but less challenges. At one point the job gets a bit boring. Boss hardly understands what you are talking about. But, you can have your own world ruled out by yourself. Have a flexibility in your working style. You are the boss in your department cause there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/95400183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=95400183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/95400183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/95400183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/06/if-you-have-been-given-two-options' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-95156528</id><published>2003-06-02T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T00:50:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You have to take the world as you face it, you cannot have the world as you wish it" - this epigram should be written in BIG letters and pasted on my wall. Even then, maybe, I won't have the sanity in me.(The epigram is by CEO of GE. Not sure, whether its his own or not, but heard it in his interview)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/95156528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=95156528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/95156528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/95156528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/06/you-have-to-take-world-as-you-face-it' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-95114080</id><published>2003-05-31T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T15:59:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Superficial Congeniality" - is the notion of having "false kindness" toward a loosing company. This means, if a company is loosing and the owners say "ehhh lets keep it" - thats where "superficial congeniality" comes in. Instead of keeping a loosing company, its better to merge it or to abundone it and use whatever capital to start fresh.These words that I wrote here just came in my head after</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/95114080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=95114080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/95114080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/95114080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/superficial-congeniality-is-notion-of' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-95039230</id><published>2003-05-30T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T00:21:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know whether its good or bad, but sometimes I do let my emotions and imaginations take over my brains. Maybe, because I am almost 99.99% of my time using my brain. Brain is a really complicated area of science. I get amazed by its capabilities, variations and mostly the way it works. Science still could not figure out completely how this small 'body part' of human being work. If anybody</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/95039230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=95039230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/95039230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/95039230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-dont-know-whether-its-good-or-bad' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-94904381</id><published>2003-05-27T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T01:59:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While I was talking to my buddy Saif today, he made me realise something. Something that I would never really want to think about. That, "I am old". I am getting old. I am almost there to say "sayonara". While it seemed to me that he is just trying to ignite a good start for himself, I felt like I have already been there, done those. Back when I was in the university with him, when he was busy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/94904381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=94904381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94904381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94904381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/while-i-was-talking-to-my-buddy-saif' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-94903635</id><published>2003-05-27T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T01:37:05.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah I agree... Life is like music... Sometimes its sad, sometimes happy, sometimes moody, sometimes indifferent (just a song), sometimes it doesn't make any sense at all (for me "livina la loca" - I have no idea what heck is he singing about). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/94903635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=94903635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94903635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94903635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/yeah-i-agree' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-94884976</id><published>2003-05-26T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T13:18:55.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How amazing it is when just a few notes of music can sooth your mind..I love music... you give me music 24 hrs a day and i am the most happiest person around..I believe that what ever kind of mood you're in theres a music for it.. i guess life is like that too we all follow a pattern of music..dont you think so to ? ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/94884976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=94884976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94884976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94884976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/how-amazing-it-is-when-just-few-notes' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-94792711</id><published>2003-05-24T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:04:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmm.. Just now installed MovableType. Blogger rocks. The only thing is for Blogger I have no control over the editing interface. In MT, I have. I will start with MT slowly. Decided to create a dumping place for whatever interesting I come accross. Lets see where it goes. Will be doing some customization in MT if I see my mood is permitting me. Did I just say "permitting me"? Oh god, does that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/94792711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=94792711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94792711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94792711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/hmmmm' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-94784892</id><published>2003-05-23T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T14:30:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pizza, pizza, pizza, pizza and pizza.... :) How many PIZZAs make a happy man?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/94784892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=94784892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94784892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94784892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/pizza-pizza-pizza-pizza-and-pizza' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-94573211</id><published>2003-05-19T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T18:07:45.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the moment from me:He/she who has lost the drive to want more or get more from life, has lost the "life" in him/her. ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/94573211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=94573211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94573211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94573211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/quote-of-moment-from-me-heshe-who-has' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-94566469</id><published>2003-05-19T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T13:35:48.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day by ME!! He who is not grateful &amp; Happy for the good things he has, would not be happy with what he wishes he had......... SO TRUE ;)   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/94566469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=94566469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94566469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94566469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/quote-of-day-by-me-he-who-is-not' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-94541678</id><published>2003-05-19T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T01:21:39.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vanity... is it really alarming or inspiring?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/94541678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=94541678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94541678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94541678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/vanity' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-94502217</id><published>2003-05-18T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T01:17:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I just amaze myself with what I can do with colors.... hehehe... am I blowing my own trumpet.. Maybe. But, I like what I can do with colors. I just desinged a theme for the new Horde/IMP webmail interface. My favourite color is lavender. So, I worked on lavender. There are some limitations on what I can do with the interface. The limitations are actually the reasons whether the Horde </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/94502217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=94502217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94502217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94502217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/sometimes-i-just-amaze-myself-with' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-94447214</id><published>2003-05-16T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T21:23:29.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man... Some people are always lucky... Everyday, I learn something new about people... the people around me, they teach me so much. Today, I got to learn that no matter how much we sulk, no matter how much we scream saying "nottttt fairrrrrr", no matter how much we become extremist because life was always unfair to us, there are some people who are living a life of easy-go-lucky man. But, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/94447214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=94447214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94447214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94447214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/oh-man' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-94341955</id><published>2003-05-15T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T02:37:50.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was trying to create a public wishlist for me :), but unfortunately it seems like that the Genie is stopping me to publish my wishes in public. Hehehe... Actually, I just finished configuring the new Horde Frame Work, where I found that the fabulous Horde developers have kindly added a new module called Wishlist (Genie). I was trying to make it public, but was getting some unusual errors. Also,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/94341955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=94341955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94341955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/94341955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-was-trying-to-create-public-wishlist' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93981246</id><published>2003-05-08T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T17:45:25.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach him to use the Net and he won't bother you for weeks. Sooo true...:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93981246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93981246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93981246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93981246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/give-man-fish-and-you-feed-him-for-day' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93937034</id><published>2003-05-08T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T01:12:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat &amp; drink beer all day. &lt;--- hahahahah.... oh man... this guy is gooodd....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93937034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93937034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93937034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93937034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/give-man-fish-and-he-will-eat-for-day' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93936675</id><published>2003-05-08T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T01:14:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes. &lt;-- definitely a good one. ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93936675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93936675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93936675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93936675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/before-you-criticize-someone-you' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93936520</id><published>2003-05-08T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T01:14:45.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To err is human.. to blame your computer for your mistake is even more human; in fact it is downright natural. Hahahaha... how true...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93936520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93936520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93936520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93936520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/to-err-is-human' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93876210</id><published>2003-05-07T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T02:18:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These are simply good (given by Sanjay):1) Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the US Treasury.  2) Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better. 3) Coca-Cola was originally green. 4) It is impossible to lick your elbow. 5) 111,111,111 x 111,111,111  =  12,345,678,987,654,3216) If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go until you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93876210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93876210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93876210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93876210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/these-are-simply-good-given-by-sanjay' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93859385</id><published>2003-05-06T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T21:01:23.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got to know a shocking fact: "Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than all of the Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined." Damnnnn.. wish my monthly salary was near his daily, maybe hourly income..... I also found out searching that "Nike paying workers in countries such as Malaysia $1.60 a day for making shoes, while selling the newest Air Jordan's for $150 a pair"... so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93859385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93859385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93859385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93859385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/just-got-to-know-shocking-fact-michael' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93798714</id><published>2003-05-05T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T21:35:05.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am alone.... I am alone... I am alooooooonnnnnneeeeeeee........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93798714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93798714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93798714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93798714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-am-alone' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93709920</id><published>2003-05-04T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T01:10:19.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All of a sudden I thought of making a special marinade sauce to grill some chicken wings today. So, the first thing that I did was start looking for recipies in the Internet. But, the recipies that I found were not good enough, 'cause they include all sorts of complicated ingrediants that I won't be able to find out in the market without my baby's help. :) So, I decided to make my own mariande </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93709920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93709920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93709920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93709920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/05/all-of-sudden-i-thought-of-making' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93515273</id><published>2003-04-30T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:15:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just today the immigration lady made me realise that I was giving inconsitant information in the immigration forms i.e. my education is finishing on 1999 and I started working fulltime in a company on 1998. So, it was kinda "blur" to her. Well, I bet some people will understand that it is indeed possible to persue your education fulltime and doing a job fulltime given the fact that the employer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93515273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93515273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/just-today-immigration-lady-made-me' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93471540</id><published>2003-04-29T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T12:13:44.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing much happened in my boring life in the past 24 hours. Seems like, I am going to die of bordem. Office is the only exciting thing that I have. "Exciting" because it relates to my passion. Or else, maybe I won't be here breathing. Anyways, its really fun to realise and know that people shows interest at you whenever they see a potential benefit for themselves. I realised that today. Some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93471540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93471540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93471540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93471540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/nothing-much-happened-in-my-boring' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93377427</id><published>2003-04-28T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T11:52:36.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The SARS. Singapore government has gone lunatic on this. Today, I went to collect my renewed Employment Pass and they held my passport and asked me to come back after 2 and half hours instead of giving me the EP immediately. Aparently, the reason is, I went out of Singapore (to my own country) and came back by 6th of April. After a series of talk which I overheared from the immigration officers, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93377427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93377427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93377427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93377427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/sars' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93343125</id><published>2003-04-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T22:49:29.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will be watching Wrestle Mania 9 now. I like it cause it entertains me in a silly way. maybe my inner beast likes to watch it...:o (may be I wanna beat the s*it out of everyone who is lucky...)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93343125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93343125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93343125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93343125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-will-be-watching-wrestle-mania-9-now' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93343027</id><published>2003-04-27T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T22:44:49.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today in the afternoon, I went hystirical. I guess its the result of living alone. 26 years of my life, I never spent more than 1 or 2 hours alone except the fact that I was sleeping. I was always surrounded by people. People that loves me. People who would die for me. Although I used to spend most of my time in my room, every now and then I used to get my mum's febulous cooking treats, or maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93343027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93343027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93343027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93343027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/today-in-afternoon-i-went-hystirical' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93328503</id><published>2003-04-27T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T12:48:07.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I am bored. :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93328503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93328503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93328503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93328503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-think-i-am-bored' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93324976</id><published>2003-04-27T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T11:21:22.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morning realisation - yes, let me call this my morning relisation :). Right when I got up from sleep, I realised that I have only ONE reason to keep hanging on to this Lah Lah Land (Singapore).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93324976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93324976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93324976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93324976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/morning-realisation-yes-let-me-call' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93300275</id><published>2003-04-27T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T00:13:30.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day of my life ends. What have I achieved today? NOTHING!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93300275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93300275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93300275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93300275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/another-day-of-my-life-ends' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93290679</id><published>2003-04-26T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T19:04:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted In one moment Would you capture it or just let it slip-- Eminem (Loose yourself)I think I will go capture it now... ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93290679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93290679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93290679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93290679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/look-if-you-had-one-shot-one' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93290644</id><published>2003-04-26T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T19:04:56.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like the line "Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not" in the "Loose Yourself" song of Eminem. Thumbs up Eminem, you're my mothafuckin GURU. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93290644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93290644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93290644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93290644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-like-line-success-is-my-only' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93290392</id><published>2003-04-26T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T18:53:30.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, when I was about to finish my office day with a smile, something just pissed me off so badly that I could feel the heat around my ears when I was in the bus. All along I had this stupid notion in me that people are born to help other people out. Other people who you don't even know much. I had this beliefe that if I continue to do that then that makes me a better person. Well, at least</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93290392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93290392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93290392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93290392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/yesterday-when-i-was-about-to-finish' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93290163</id><published>2003-04-26T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T18:39:54.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just realised that I have to take control of my own life. Somehow, this fooking life is treating me null. Every now and then I get deprived of everything that I want in my life. If I scream and say "NOT FAIRRRR", that s*it just keeps coming back at me. Rambling, ain't I? Well, this place supposed to be for rambling around. ".tihs ym ,ekil tnod uoy fi kcid ym kcus nac uoy oS".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93290163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93290163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93290163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93290163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/just-realised-that-i-have-to-take' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324406.post-93288190</id><published>2003-04-26T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T17:15:34.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finished installing, configuring and updating the new windows in my laptop. Phewww, that was one tidious job that I hate. But, didn't have any choice. 'Cause the lappy was full of garbage and it was getting the famous "Microsoft Blue Screen of DEATH" too often. Now, have to start the 2nd phase, installing the programs I need regularly. I think I will do that after a hot bath and some rest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/feeds/93288190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5324406&amp;postID=93288190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93288190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324406/posts/default/93288190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaslife.blogspot.com/2003/04/just-finished-installing-configuring' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06139744678430417890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNt7Rxd2Azs/SZTvp4yorfI/AAAAAAAAATA/WUMPZdwtJRs/S220/ZFace.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
