<?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-7796097</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:30:22.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:true thoughts unveiled:</title><subtitle type='html'>With all the technologies we have, human are now turning to the net to express themselves.
Is it because we do not have anyone to talk to? 
I doubt it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>zgirl</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-113232704118380279</id><published>2005-11-18T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:17:21.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Is Your Inner Child?</title><summary type='text'>Your Inner Child Is AngryYou're not an angry person.But when you don't get your way, watch out.Like a very manipulative kid, you will get what you want.Even if it takes a little kicking and screaming.How Is Your Inner Child?</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/' title='How Is Your Inner Child?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/113232704118380279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=113232704118380279&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/113232704118380279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/113232704118380279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-is-your-inner-child.html' title='How Is Your Inner Child?'/><author><name>zgirl</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-112700639790335369</id><published>2005-09-18T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T09:19:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first siggy</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/112700639790335369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=112700639790335369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112700639790335369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112700639790335369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-first-siggy.html' title='My first siggy'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-112454351207080527</id><published>2005-08-20T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T21:27:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Application</title><summary type='text'>I've received this from a friend and find it amusing. So here it goes... this is a cut &amp; paste from Ms Word .. so it might look a little out of placeAPPLICATION FOR A NIGHT OUT WITH THE GIRLSName of Girlfriend/Fiancé/Partner/Wife:I’m going out.Signed: (me) _____________________________APPLICATION FOR A NIGHT OUT WITH THE BOYSName of Boyfriend/Fiancé/Husband:I request permission for a leave of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/112454351207080527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=112454351207080527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112454351207080527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112454351207080527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/08/application.html' title='Application'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-112386258165945538</id><published>2005-08-13T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T00:06:03.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Office Sign</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/112386258165945538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=112386258165945538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112386258165945538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112386258165945538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/08/meaningful-office-sign.html' title='Meaningful Office Sign'/><author><name>zgirl</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-112386236492103012</id><published>2005-08-12T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:59:24.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ID ten T error</title><summary type='text'>Judy, the editor of a trivia publication, was having trouble with her computer. So she called Dave, thecomputer guy, over to her desk. Dave clicked a couple buttons and solved the problem.As he was walking away, Judy called after him,"So, what was wrong?"And he replied, "It was an ID ten T error."A puzzled expression ran over Judy's face. "An ID ten T error? What's that..in case I need to fix it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/112386236492103012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=112386236492103012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112386236492103012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112386236492103012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/08/id-ten-t-error.html' title='ID ten T error'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-112202743549351732</id><published>2005-07-22T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:19:25.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phoenix Sings</title><summary type='text'>I have finished reading the Half-Blood Prince. It wasn't really a pleasant read. Dumbledore is dead... little Malfoy was supposed to kill Dumbledore in order to exhange for his own and his mother's life. His dad, Malfoy senior was captured and thrown into Azkaban (and also because he did not manage to get the prophecy from the Ministry) and this infuriated Voldermort. Little Malfoy hesitated in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/112202743549351732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=112202743549351732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112202743549351732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112202743549351732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/07/phoenix-sings.html' title='The Phoenix Sings'/><author><name>zgirl</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-112157326824225467</id><published>2005-07-17T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T12:07:48.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 6</title><summary type='text'>I've read a few chapters of Book 6 and I'm not very happy with how the story goes. I already know who is dying in this book, that is sad enough But to know the person who helped killed him is a far worst feeling.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/112157326824225467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=112157326824225467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112157326824225467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112157326824225467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/07/book-6.html' title='Book 6'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-112143474059646008</id><published>2005-07-15T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T21:39:00.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th July</title><summary type='text'>So Harry Potter will be out at 7:00 tomorrow. I've already paid up the balance of the book. I hope I don't have to line-up or anything and I also hope the shopping complex will not be packed too. I was in MPH yesterday evening ... there's so many books I am interested in buying. But I have ordered Angel &amp; Demons, Digital Fortress and the LOTR set. Not only that, I still have 2 books not touch yet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/112143474059646008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=112143474059646008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112143474059646008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112143474059646008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/07/16th-july.html' title='16th July'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-112074967041016637</id><published>2005-07-07T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:21:10.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London under attack</title><summary type='text'>Terror Hits London - that's the headline in CNN. I heard the news while driving back today. I asked my sis's friend, what was Tony Blair talking about. I've not heard of terrorist attack in UK ... yes, heard of IRA...but terrorist attack? When? I heard they won the Olympic bid yesterday...so shouldn't the Brits be celebrating? Why news on attacks? Arrived home and the CNN was on ... then I knew. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/112074967041016637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=112074967041016637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112074967041016637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112074967041016637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/07/london-under-attack.html' title='London under attack'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-112031636408458036</id><published>2005-07-02T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:00:33.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who decide?</title><summary type='text'>I read a post by Ashotiwoth on Fate and it got me into thinking. Do I believe our life is fixed or it does it lie in our hands? I can't make up my mind ... I believe our journey in this world is laid upon by God. He is the one who determines whether we are dead or alive. If He wants us dead, we can't live for a minute longer. But I also believe, if we want something, we should work for it and not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/112031636408458036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=112031636408458036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112031636408458036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112031636408458036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-decide.html' title='Who decide?'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-112031262186997545</id><published>2005-07-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:00:42.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be part of it</title><summary type='text'>Let's make our voices heard ... and urge the top 8 world leaders to end poverty. I can't make it in person, so what I did was .... post my photo to the Live Aid Gallery. The photos collected will be pasted along the railings in Prince Streets which is 2 miles long. I am not sure whether my photo will make a difference but there's no harm trying...</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.live8live.com/whattodo/index.shtml' title='Be part of it'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/112031262186997545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=112031262186997545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112031262186997545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112031262186997545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/07/be-part-of-it.html' title='Be part of it'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-112018260251833894</id><published>2005-07-01T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:37:01.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fish!</title><summary type='text'>Thai fishermen caught a 293-kilogram (646-pound) catfish that may have been the world's largest freshwater fish, in the remote part of Northern Thailand.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/112018260251833894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=112018260251833894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112018260251833894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112018260251833894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/07/big-fish.html' title='Big Fish!'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-112011093867741411</id><published>2005-06-30T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T13:55:38.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><summary type='text'>You are nurturing, kind, and lucky.Like mother nature, you want to help everyone.You are good at keeping secrets and tend to be secretive.A seeker of harmony, you are a natural peacemaker.You are good natured and people enjoy your company.You put people at ease and make them feel at home with you.The World's Shortest Personality Test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/112011093867741411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=112011093867741411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112011093867741411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/112011093867741411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/06/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111993347993328718</id><published>2005-06-29T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:12:27.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While waiting ...</title><summary type='text'>Thursday - 23rd June 2005 I spent about 2.5 hours in MPH while waiting for my sister's arrival. As there's comfortable looking chairs at the side, I began to read (after much browsing at some Travel books by Frommer and Beckham's Autobiography). My Life as Emperor - It is a book by Su Tong, translated into English by Howard Goldblatt. An entertaining story about a pampered 14 yo prince who, finds</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111993347993328718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111993347993328718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111993347993328718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111993347993328718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/06/while-waiting.html' title='While waiting ...'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111995363105597068</id><published>2005-06-28T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T18:15:15.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which cartoon character are you?</title><summary type='text'>You are Tweety!You are cute, and everyone loves you.You are a best friend that no one takes the chance of losing. You never hurt feelings and seldom have your own feelings hurt. Life is a breeze. You are witty, and calm most of the time. Just keep clear of backstabbers, and you are worry free.I am so not-Tweety!If I am going to choose on impulse, I will be --&gt;Pepe Le Pew! You are a lover.Romance,</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.jeeze.com/funstuff/cartoonquiz/' title='Which cartoon character are you?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111995363105597068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111995363105597068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111995363105597068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111995363105597068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/06/which-cartoon-character-are-you.html' title='Which cartoon character are you?'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111992972707927878</id><published>2005-06-28T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T11:35:27.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B'day Calculator</title><summary type='text'>You were born on a Mondayunder the astrological sign Capricorn.Your Life path number is 1.The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2443510.5.The golden number for 1978 is 3.The epact number for 1978 is 21.The year 1978 was not a leap year.As of 6/27/2005 10:27:26 PM CDTYou are 27 years old.You are 329 months old.You are 1,434 weeks old.You are 10,038 days old.You are 240,934 hours old.You are </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp' title='B&apos;day Calculator'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111992972707927878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111992972707927878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111992972707927878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111992972707927878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/06/bday-calculator.html' title='B&apos;day Calculator'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111953654641327299</id><published>2005-06-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:42:24.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err... what happened?</title><summary type='text'>I am posting from Starbucks and the line connection was quite bad. When I tried to post, 'page cannot found' occurred. Since there's a Recover Post function, I managed to recover my post... But was quite shocked to find something that is not mine.I reached Bayan Lepas at 1015 yesterday. It costs me RM38 to take a cab from the airport to Gurney Drive. I am in Penang for work and leisure later.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111953654641327299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111953654641327299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111953654641327299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111953654641327299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/06/err-what-happened.html' title='Err... what happened?'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111928168364717417</id><published>2005-06-23T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:23:53.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little too late ...</title><summary type='text'>Was the verdict fair? I personally don't think it is. He is cleared of all 10 charges. He might be framed, like what some people said. But his lifestyle led us to believe, he more or less act like a paedophile. Even the juror said so. If he is not MJ, will he be acquited? US teen on 'vomit assault' charge A US high school student who vomited on his Spanish teacher has been charged with battery </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111928168364717417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111928168364717417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111928168364717417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111928168364717417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/06/little-too-late.html' title='A little too late ...'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111953636293734727</id><published>2005-06-22T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:39:27.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang</title><summary type='text'>I reached Bayan Lepas at 1015 yesterday. It costs me RM38 to take a cab from the airport to Gurney Drive. I am in Penang for work and leisure later.I checked-in into the hotel at 1100 and took a cab to my client's place at 1200. The hotel staff called a cab for me and it cost RM8. My client said it is expensive as the journey is short. Kinda like a turning away from where I stayed. So she decided</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111953636293734727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111953636293734727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111953636293734727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111953636293734727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/06/penang.html' title='Penang'/><author><name>zgirl</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-111927248847165816</id><published>2005-06-22T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:37:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Na Ra I</title><summary type='text'>One of my favourite song at the moment. Listen to the song and see whether you agree with me. Just click on the link above.Oh Na Ra I (OST)o na ra o na ra a ju o naka na ra ka na ra a ju ka nana na ni ta ryo do mou no na nia ni ri a ni ri a ni no nehe i ya di i ya he i ya na ra ni noo ji do mo ta na ta ryo ka mao na ra o na ra a ju o naka na ra ka na ra a ju ka nana na ni ta ryo do mou no na nia </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.popcornfor2.com/music/k_s_daejanggeum.php' title='Oh Na Ra I'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111927248847165816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111927248847165816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111927248847165816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111927248847165816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-na-ra-i.html' title='Oh Na Ra I'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111917062643953904</id><published>2005-06-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:50:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dae Jang Geum</title><summary type='text'>I've been caught with the Korean craze 'Jewel in the Palace'. It has been aired quite a few times but this is my first time watching it. I don't know how to describe my feelings about the show ... but I love everything about the show.... from the song to the casts."It is based on the story of a real historical figure (Jang-geum) who was the first and only woman to serve as head physician to the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://english.tour2korea.com/02Culture/TVMiniseries/daejangguem.asp?kosm=m2_6&amp;konum=1' title='Dae Jang Geum'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111917062643953904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111917062643953904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111917062643953904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111917062643953904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/06/dae-jang-geum.html' title='Dae Jang Geum'/><author><name>zgirl</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-111900273724402352</id><published>2005-06-17T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T18:23:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you must double-check the address you typed</title><summary type='text'>A lesson to be learned from one typing the wrong email address!A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111900273724402352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111900273724402352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111900273724402352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111900273724402352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-you-must-double-check-address-you.html' title='Why you must double-check the address you typed'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111781242839070824</id><published>2005-06-05T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T01:19:56.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two years in the Forbidden City</title><summary type='text'>It tells the story of Princess Der Ling stay in the Forbidden City. She spent 2 years serving as a Court Lady to *Lao Fo Yeh (Old Buddha).Princess Der Ling lived in France for about 4 years before returning to China. She is the daughter of Lord Yu Keng, a member of the Manchu White Bannerman who was once assigned as a Minister to France. I have heard a lot about the Empress. Nothing good but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111781242839070824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111781242839070824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111781242839070824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111781242839070824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-years-in-forbidden-city.html' title='Two years in the Forbidden City'/><author><name>zgirl</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-111782551604600309</id><published>2005-06-04T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:28:01.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empress Orchid</title><summary type='text'>I have finished reading Empress Orchid aka, Empress Dowager Cixi. The book is authored by Anchee Min. The story tells us how Orchid, a girl who was nearly married to his mentally-retarded cousin brother, who later become the most powerful woman in China. The story is good but it ended after her husband, the late Emperor Hsien Feng died at the age of 30. I thought the book will tell me how she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111782551604600309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111782551604600309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111782551604600309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111782551604600309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/06/empress-orchid.html' title='Empress Orchid'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111728927089449008</id><published>2005-05-28T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:35:56.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The person you either hate OR love</title><summary type='text'>I have just finished reading 'I don't mean to be rude, but ....' by Simon Cowell. The book tells us how he started as a mailboy in EMI and later became the most hated/loved person in the entertainment world. It was said that, this book is valuable to those who aspire to be a star. No, I do not want to be a star. I bought the book because I love him. The reason I watched American Idol is because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111728927089449008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111728927089449008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111728927089449008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111728927089449008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/05/person-you-either-hate-or-love.html' title='The person you either hate OR love'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111719850269386959</id><published>2005-05-27T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:19:26.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On British Airways</title><summary type='text'>I received this piece from a colleague of mine. It was said to be a true story. I felt bad for that guy. How would he feel being ostracised and rejected? How would you feel being treated the same way? A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man.Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess."Madam, what is the matter," the hostess asked."You obviously do not see it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111719850269386959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111719850269386959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111719850269386959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111719850269386959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-british-airways.html' title='On British Airways'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111719922535161299</id><published>2005-05-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:07:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verses that makes me laugh</title><summary type='text'>I wrote your name on the sand, and it got washed away.I wrote your name in the  air, it was then blown away.Then I wrote your name on my heart &amp; what I got is a heart attack.God saw me hungry, he created pizza.He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi.He saw me in the dark, he created light.He saw me without problems, he created YOU.Rain makes all things beautiful. The grass and flowers too.If rain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111719922535161299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111719922535161299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111719922535161299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111719922535161299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/05/verses-that-makes-me-laugh.html' title='Verses that makes me laugh'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111684154226323613</id><published>2005-05-23T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T17:45:42.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pig?</title><summary type='text'> MAN walks into the bedroom with a sheep under his arm while his wife is lying in bed reading.Man says: "This is the pig I have sex with when you've got a headache."Wife replies: "I think you'll find, that is a sheep."Man replies: "I think you'll find I was talking to the sheep."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111684154226323613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111684154226323613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111684154226323613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111684154226323613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/05/pig.html' title='A pig?'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111678495391393965</id><published>2005-05-23T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T02:02:33.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony Bourdain</title><summary type='text'>Hey, I heard he is in Malaysia. Maybe he was. Urmmn.... someone saw him with camera crew in Jalan Raja Chulan on the 18th of May. Hrmmm.... I was in KL yesterday, how'd come I don't see him?!?!But, I bumped into Paul Moss of Malaysian Idol fame last Friday! Yeah, quite an eye-catcher...maybe because he is a celebrity. I wonder whether I will get to see Simon Cowell.... </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.anthonybourdain.com/' title='Anthony Bourdain'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111678495391393965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111678495391393965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111678495391393965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111678495391393965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/05/anthony-bourdain.html' title='Anthony Bourdain'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111521966088959143</id><published>2005-05-06T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:12:35.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry O'Connell</title><summary type='text'>Was browsing Oprah's webpage when I stumbled against the name Jerry O'Connell's. He looks familiar but can't recall who he is. Done some checking, and voila --&gt; this is the guy from Secret Identity. My favourite tv series at that time (besides Doogie Howser MD). He also acted in Scream2 (Neve's bf) and Jerry Maquire (don't recall much). He is now an actor, producer &amp; director. After some info </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111521966088959143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111521966088959143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111521966088959143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111521966088959143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/05/jerry-oconnell.html' title='Jerry O&apos;Connell'/><author><name>zgirl</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-111521671735226802</id><published>2005-05-05T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T21:09:47.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bellini</title><summary type='text'>Harry's Bar famous cocktail - Bellini, named after the fifteenth-century Venetian painter Giovanni Bellini.Recipes &amp; DirectionsOne third fresh peach juice and two thirds chilled Prosecco sparkling wine. Make sure to pour the peach juice into the glass first.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111521671735226802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111521671735226802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111521671735226802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111521671735226802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/05/bellini.html' title='Bellini'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111521640379131322</id><published>2005-05-04T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:26:19.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggnog</title><summary type='text'>EggnogA Christmas time drink ... a mixture of milk and rum and supposed to be spicy and alcoholic.Ingredients2 oz light rum6 oz milk1 tbsp powdered sugar1 whole eggnutmeg DirectionsShake all ingredients (except nutmeg) with ice and strain into a collins glass. Sprinkle nutmeg on top and serve. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111521640379131322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111521640379131322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111521640379131322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111521640379131322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/05/eggnog.html' title='Eggnog'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111417684336581221</id><published>2005-04-23T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:38:51.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Implicit</title><summary type='text'>This less than 10-min test can tell you whether you are racist, have preference for people of different age, your sexuality, religion and etc.--- The IAT was originally developed as a device for exploring the unconscious roots of thinking and feeling. This web site has been constructed for a different purpose -- to offer the IAT to interested individuals as a tool to gain greater awareness about </summary><link rel='related' href='http://implicit.harvard.edu/implicit/demo/selectatest.html' title='Project Implicit'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111417684336581221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111417684336581221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111417684336581221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111417684336581221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/04/project-implicit.html' title='Project Implicit'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111417491024271171</id><published>2005-04-22T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T21:04:00.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Su Doku</title><summary type='text'>The numbers puzzle: a grid of nine rows by nine, split into nine boxes, with each containing nine squares.How to play: To fill in the grid so that every row, every column, and every box contains the digits one to nine exactly once.Daily Telegraph: http://www.sudoku.org.uk/Daily Sudoku: http://www.griffiths-jones.co.uk/sudoku/Sudoku.com: http://www.sudoku.comThose in grey means they are the empty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111417491024271171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111417491024271171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111417491024271171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111417491024271171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/04/su-doku.html' title='Su Doku'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111413692154069379</id><published>2005-04-22T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T01:58:13.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever felt dumped</title><summary type='text'>I saw photo of Colin Firth drenched in coffee in either the Star newspaper or maybe the Cleo couple of days ago. It was part of the Oxfam campaigns asking for users to support fair trade. Other than Firth, we have Antonio Banderas and Alanis Morissette.I would think the ad was quite a success. I mean, how can you not notice if a few famous people started being poured by stuffs all over them?From </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.maketradefair.com' title='Ever felt dumped'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111413692154069379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111413692154069379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111413692154069379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111413692154069379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/04/ever-felt-dumped.html' title='Ever felt dumped'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111401988196606374</id><published>2005-04-21T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:58:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Care Bear Am I?</title><summary type='text'>Friend BearYou are everyone's ideal friend because you are sincere and genuinely kind. Sometimes you worry about your friends' problems so much, you forget about your own responsibilities, which can get you into trouble. For you, it's the little things that really count. You also happen to be the main driver of the Cloud Car. No speeding!Take the Which Care Bear Are You? Quiz!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111401988196606374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111401988196606374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111401988196606374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111401988196606374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/04/which-care-bear-am-i.html' title='Which Care Bear Am I?'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111358254312511238</id><published>2005-04-16T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T00:30:26.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night-view of Western Japan</title><summary type='text'>My cousin sent me this link. I find it pretty fun. If you are bored to death, you can always check this out. I am not sure how 'live' this thing is.http://ww4.tiki.ne.jp/~mmurakami/setoy/map.html </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111358254312511238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111358254312511238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111358254312511238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111358254312511238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/04/night-view-of-western-japan.html' title='Night-view of Western Japan'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111358085362643258</id><published>2005-04-15T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T00:18:49.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My make-up view</title><summary type='text'>Most people would want to have a room which will give them an overall view of the city. It makes them feel on-top-of-the-world, it makes them feel powerful. For me, I would prefer to have a balcony view of snow-covered mountain. The sky will be blue ... with eagles spreading their wings. Then at the side of the room will have a door leading to a hot spring...surrounded by beautiful cherry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111358085362643258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111358085362643258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111358085362643258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111358085362643258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-make-up-view.html' title='My make-up view'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111339280273125740</id><published>2005-04-13T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:00:13.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gmail</title><summary type='text'>I've just catched up with the trend - have gotten myself a Gmail. Yeah, the hoo and hah of internet mail. It was a present from an ex-boss who will be joining my company next month. It was praises and praises from him - I just need to check it out myself now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111339280273125740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111339280273125740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111339280273125740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111339280273125740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/04/gmail.html' title='Gmail'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111246406999150831</id><published>2005-04-03T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T01:47:49.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so-Angel</title><summary type='text'>I saw this in someone's blog and find it pretty cute. Just look at the lopsided halo. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111246406999150831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111246406999150831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111246406999150831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111246406999150831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/04/not-so-angel.html' title='Not so-Angel'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111243347469030147</id><published>2005-04-02T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T01:49:28.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><summary type='text'>A three-day opening celebration to mark the bicentenary of the birth of the Danish storyteller and poet Hans Christian Andersen.Hans Christian Andersen brought us stories like The Princess and the Pea, Ugly Duckling and the famous, Emperor's New Clothes.I am not really a fan of Hans, for which I prefer Aesop and Brothers Grimm. I am much more familiar with Cinderella (watched this with my then </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.hca2005.com/' title='Once upon a time'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111243347469030147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111243347469030147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111243347469030147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111243347469030147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/04/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111214698593659878</id><published>2005-03-30T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:14:53.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long awaiting ... Book 6</title><summary type='text'>I've ordered Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince yesterday at MPH book store. By using a MasterCard, the other perk to it is, you get to choose whether you want a red or yellow teddy. They also gave me a 10 dollar voucher. I thought I could use the 10 dollar for book 6 but it is only valid from 3 months. Should have order somewhere end of April! Oh, I also get to choose whether I would want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111214698593659878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111214698593659878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111214698593659878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111214698593659878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/long-awaiting-book-6.html' title='The long awaiting ... Book 6'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111211162905689652</id><published>2005-03-29T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:53:49.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-quake</title><summary type='text'>A friend sent me this...she read it in the Star newspaper.  So, it wasn't me alone who thought it was some supernatural power.  And yes, we should be educated.Name :   john Location: klangStory   :   The bed swayed from left to right. I thought it was my high blood pressure playing tricks on me. One moment I thought something was under my bed. It was so strange! People should be taught to cope </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111211162905689652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111211162905689652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111211162905689652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111211162905689652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/post-quake.html' title='Post-quake'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111207874657048665</id><published>2005-03-29T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:31:04.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tremor</title><summary type='text'>I was half-awake when I felt the tremor. My sis was on the net. I woke up and said, there is something on our bed. That nearly scare-her off.Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Truthfully, I really thought it was a ghost climbing onto my bed. I looked up the ceiling and I saw the fan moving. It was rocking. It couldn't be the wind! My window is closed and the air-con is on. I asked my sis, could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111207874657048665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111207874657048665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111207874657048665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111207874657048665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/tremor.html' title='The tremor'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111200975229172356</id><published>2005-03-28T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:26:38.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops keep falling on my head...</title><summary type='text'>The sky pours heavily this afternoon. I was rather glad. I like to sleep when it is raining. I like to snuggle under my blanket with the cold wind blowing .It feels so comfortable. It seems so peaceful...apart from my dog barks. There was thunder &amp; lightning as well... I was on leave today. Sent my car to the workshop ... it will take 2 days. So with a given excuse, I applied for 1 day leave and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111200975229172356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111200975229172356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111200975229172356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111200975229172356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops keep falling on my head...'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111198656629378134</id><published>2005-03-28T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T14:30:55.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><summary type='text'>I was driving home yesterday and I received a sms from my close friend, whom I've not seen since Christmas eve. The sms has been written in the way I have been reading from my mobile.. and my expression throughout reading it.Im going 2 US nxt mth. Gv u my number when i get there. Hope 2------------------------------------------------------------------------------(me thinking: apparently, I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111198656629378134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111198656629378134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111198656629378134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111198656629378134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111157512247802656</id><published>2005-03-26T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T01:28:31.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phrase I fell in love with...</title><summary type='text'>Just because you can, doesn't mean you should</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111157512247802656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111157512247802656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111157512247802656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111157512247802656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/phrase-i-fell-in-love-with.html' title='Phrase I fell in love with...'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111174243043863757</id><published>2005-03-25T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T19:11:17.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Pixie</title><summary type='text'>I have added a WeatherPixie at the side-bar. It reflects the weather at my current location. I have been changing the outlook of my blog ... a little of here and there. Hopefully it will spice things up. Today is Friday and I am supposed to feel good because it is already weekend. Yet, I am sleepy and can't wait to go back to my bed. I have been walking around the office, meeting client with dark</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111174243043863757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111174243043863757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111174243043863757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111174243043863757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/weather-pixie.html' title='Weather Pixie'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111164341651532851</id><published>2005-03-24T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T14:07:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Counter</title><summary type='text'>I have changed my Blog counter from Blog Patrol to Branica. It has not been functioning for quite some time and I never even realised it. Branica is free but there's a catch to it. In order to use Branica free counter, you must copy the whole HTML code given and put it in your site. No amendment allowed. See, the HTML code comes with a sponsor's link. They don't care where you place the link, as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111164341651532851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111164341651532851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111164341651532851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111164341651532851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-counter.html' title='Blog Counter'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111148885554388302</id><published>2005-03-23T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T09:09:48.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumble Mumble</title><summary type='text'>Don't ask questions if you don't want answers. I want answers but I want my "kind" of answers. Isn't that what everyone wants? We hear things that we want to hear. We mentally filter out what we deemed 'rubbish' ... sometimes, just to protect our weak soul. Could it be due to insecurity? Sigh. We are lying, even to ourself. I sometimes (most of the time more to it) wish I live in a fairy-tale </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111148885554388302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111148885554388302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111148885554388302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111148885554388302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/rumble-mumble.html' title='Rumble Mumble'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111138811383548977</id><published>2005-03-22T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T09:40:39.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suo gan</title><summary type='text'>I was reading Harry Potter 5 - Order of the Phoenix and it mentioned that Hermione gave Harry a musical box which tune to see-o-gan or suogan: A lullaby which Harry's mother used to hum to him when he was still a baby. He also heard Aunt Petunia humming it to Dudley before. No, it is not in the JK Rowling's version. This was in an e-book given by my friend when the book store went out of stock </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111138811383548977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111138811383548977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111138811383548977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111138811383548977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/suo-gan.html' title='Suo gan'/><author><name>zgirl</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-111136857463759692</id><published>2005-03-21T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T09:33:51.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something worth sharing</title><summary type='text'>Something I read from the paper yesterday... I am not sure how real this story is but it is pretty touching. A soldier was finally returning coming home to the US after having fought in the war in Vietnam. He phoned his parents from San Francisco and said: "Mom, Dad, I'm coming home but I have a favor to ask. I've a friend I would like to bring home with me." "Sure," his parents replied, "we'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111136857463759692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111136857463759692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111136857463759692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111136857463759692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/something-worth-sharing.html' title='Something worth sharing'/><author><name>zgirl</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-111095655012164445</id><published>2005-03-16T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T15:02:30.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's strategies for work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111095655012164445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111095655012164445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111095655012164445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111095655012164445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/todays-strategies-for-work.html' title=''/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-111076268259502739</id><published>2005-03-16T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T10:52:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Business</title><summary type='text'>A monkey is sitting in a tree smoking a joint when a lizard walks past and looks up and says to the monkey "Hey! what are you doing?" The monkey says "Smoking a joint, come on up and have some." So the lizard climbs up and sits next to the monkey and they have a few joints. After a while the lizard says his mouth is 'dry' and is going to get a drink from the river. The lizard is so stoned that he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/111076268259502739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=111076268259502739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111076268259502739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/111076268259502739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/03/monkey-business_16.html' title='Monkey Business'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-110931910764875027</id><published>2005-02-25T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T16:55:19.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't love my housemate but I don't hate them either</title><summary type='text'>I was reading 'Things I hate about my housemate' at http://ihatemyflatmate.blogspot.com/ - I never had much problem with my housemates. I used to live with a Malaysian male and a Nigerian girl when I was studying abroad. They hated each other. I spent most of the time in my friend's apartment so I guess, they don't have an excuse or find time to hate me!A few occassions I remembered well:-The guy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/110931910764875027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=110931910764875027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110931910764875027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110931910764875027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-dont-love-my-housemate-but-i-dont.html' title='I don&apos;t love my housemate but I don&apos;t hate them either'/><author><name>zgirl</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-110920974721744609</id><published>2005-02-24T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T09:51:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wife's Diary Vs Husband's Diary</title><summary type='text'>I got this from a friend this morning. I think it is pretty funny - woman think too much sometimes...and I am one of them. ;) WIFE's DIARYSunday night - I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment.Conversation wasn't flowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/110920974721744609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=110920974721744609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110920974721744609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110920974721744609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/02/wifes-diary-vs-husbands-diary.html' title='A Wife&apos;s Diary Vs Husband&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-110725541184293555</id><published>2005-02-01T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T18:59:23.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Gorgio Maggiore</title><summary type='text'>San Gorgio Maggiore Situated directly opposite the Doge Palace </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/110725541184293555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=110725541184293555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110725541184293555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110725541184293555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/02/san-gorgio-maggiore.html' title='San Gorgio Maggiore'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-110716312184486346</id><published>2005-01-31T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T17:18:41.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaissance Reigns</title><summary type='text'> I like this photo a lot. Taken in St Pietre, Rome - 1999  The reason I put this on is because it look so artistic - don't you think so? Not bad for a beginner right! The lightings (which is not much, because we were in the church) contributes to this artistic photo.People go to Rome for the history, early Christian churches, Renaissance palaces and basilicas. This is the place where you can see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/110716312184486346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=110716312184486346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110716312184486346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110716312184486346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/01/renaissance-reigns.html' title='Renaissance Reigns'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-110702513929499657</id><published>2005-01-30T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T03:17:51.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat Phra That Doi Suthep</title><summary type='text'>Rising 1676 metres above and behind the city is Wat Phra That Doi Suthep - Paul Beinssen, Lonely Planet I visited Doi Suthep last Feb and was amazed with the green surrounding ... especially when you look down the stairs. The staircase is flanked by an elongated  dragon at both sides. I can't describe my feelings when I look down the stairs, but it was something I never felt before. Yeah, no </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.thaiwave.com/benjarong/beyondphuket/doisuthep.htm' title='Wat Phra That Doi Suthep'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/110702513929499657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=110702513929499657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110702513929499657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110702513929499657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/01/wat-phra-that-doi-suthep.html' title='Wat Phra That Doi Suthep'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-110632509548717510</id><published>2005-01-29T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T03:19:13.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyndi</title><summary type='text'>A girl named Lyndi called me up on Monday night. She asked whether I am looking for a change. Isn't it a big coincidence ... I was just thinking of changing job and this girl called me up. I actually thought it was someone from this particular company that I have been eyeing...cos someone I know from there was asking me why suddenly I want to change job. I told her I will meet up with her on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/110632509548717510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=110632509548717510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110632509548717510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110632509548717510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2005/01/lyndi.html' title='Lyndi'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-110441964770456329</id><published>2004-12-30T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:52:35.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My rambling continues ...</title><summary type='text'>An hour to 31st Dec 2004.In 25 hours time, we will be ushering in Year 2005. There will be a family gathering at my cousin's place for countdown. I doubt I will stay for countdown. Still have to work on New Year day. Sigh. It was supposed to be a Christmas cum New Year Party organised by me and my cousins. We are suppose to get a gift to exchange. I bought a candle stand and I am supposed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/110441964770456329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=110441964770456329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110441964770456329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110441964770456329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-rambling-continues.html' title='My rambling continues ...'/><author><name>zgirl</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-110421286104714122</id><published>2004-12-28T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T19:13:06.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End Rambling</title><summary type='text'>Never felt any movement on the ground but it was reported that the place that I am staying was included in the tremor. A friend texted me and asked, how am I. As usual, people as blur as me would reply "What do you mean?". I was eating durian, a local fruit with my family and cousins in the house that afternoon. Then, I went to sleep until about 5.30pm. I woke up and wrote a letter. But nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/110421286104714122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=110421286104714122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110421286104714122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110421286104714122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/12/year-end-rambling.html' title='Year End Rambling'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-110398819294994688</id><published>2004-12-25T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T23:25:30.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Five rules to be happy:Free your heart from hatredFree your mind from worriesLive simplyGive moreExpect lessDissapointments are like road humps, they slow you down a bit but you enjoy the smooth road afterwards. Don't stay on the humps too long. Move on!When you feel down because you didn't get what you want, just sit tight and be happy, because God is thinking of something better to give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/110398819294994688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=110398819294994688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110398819294994688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110398819294994688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/12/five-rules-to-be-happy-free-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-110093141227483940</id><published>2004-11-20T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T15:39:45.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beads</title><summary type='text'>Floating Flower Necklace Spent about an hour selecting my beads online. Have not been doing any beaded-jewellery for the past 1 month ... due to the long hours I spent in my client's place. I saw in the Jusco's (a supermarket) magazine that there's a craft centre in their store which sells beads and stringing supplies. But when I asked them for tigertail, they looked baffled. And I wasn't too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/110093141227483940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=110093141227483940&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110093141227483940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110093141227483940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/11/beads.html' title='Beads'/><author><name>zgirl</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-110092771081907665</id><published>2004-11-20T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T15:32:08.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandarin speaking</title><summary type='text'>After reading Jase's - Retarded Customers On The Prowl, I would like to add on my say here. Malaysia is a multicultural country and there's many languages and dialects being spoken. But do not assume we speak your language or dialect. You do not go to a stranger and start babbling in Mandarin. As a courtesy, ask whether they understand before you speak. What surprises me the most is when this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/110092771081907665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=110092771081907665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110092771081907665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/110092771081907665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/11/mandarin-speaking.html' title='Mandarin speaking'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-109988435620108098</id><published>2004-11-08T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T11:42:04.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dinner &amp; The Grudge</title><summary type='text'>Attended my cousin's wedding dinner last Saturday night. It was a rather big event ... with 34 tables for 340 guests. Me and a couple of my other cousins were picked to be the dinner's usher. I guess we were a bunch of a lousy ushers - we stood together most of the time asking each other, 'Who is this?'. My uncle invited a few performers to sing. But the music was too loud, I thought I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109988435620108098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109988435620108098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109988435620108098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109988435620108098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/11/dinner-grudge.html' title='The dinner &amp; The Grudge'/><author><name>zgirl</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109924600224957439</id><published>2004-11-01T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:30:54.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Live</title><summary type='text'>As I am typing this, I am still at my client's place. They are going live today ... which is in 6 hours time. Small project yet major problems erupted ... for no apparent reason. Hrmmn, sure there is a reason to it but what the heck .. I have no idea. I am sleepy but waiting for my colleague to finish writing his coding.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109924600224957439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109924600224957439&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109924600224957439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109924600224957439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/11/going-live.html' title='Going Live'/><author><name>zgirl</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109851337606893381</id><published>2004-10-23T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T14:48:16.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The training</title><summary type='text'>Was at my client's place for training, for the whole week. The first day was introduction on the keys and icons - it was a disaster! It was messy. I totally clammed up and I don't even know what I was talking. Thank God, it went fine on the second day. I just briefed them using the screen as a guide. Everything went smoothly for the rest of the week apart from me being build-up by anger towards a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109851337606893381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109851337606893381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109851337606893381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109851337606893381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/10/training.html' title='The training'/><author><name>zgirl</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109745735100604567</id><published>2004-10-14T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T18:09:26.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beading</title><summary type='text'>A friend of my aunt brought me to this shop, where they will teach you how to make earrings when you purchase the materials from them. The shop has been opened for just 6 weeks. Her daughter learnt hers from there too. She guided me throughout the process of selecting beads, crimps, ear-wire and told me to jot-down the price for each item. I managed to make a dangling earring for my sis. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109745735100604567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109745735100604567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109745735100604567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109745735100604567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/10/beading.html' title='Beading'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-109723016184804573</id><published>2004-10-08T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T20:22:32.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MABC</title><summary type='text'>I attended the 10.30am service at Mount Albert Baptist Church while I was in Auckland. For the service on my last week there, one of the Praise &amp; Worship included a song by Don Moen - Shout to the Lord. I used to listen to my sis's cassettes and this is one the song that I remember best. I am not good at remembering lyrics you see. Not sure why, but I have been listening to my yahoo radio - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109723016184804573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109723016184804573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109723016184804573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109723016184804573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/10/mabc.html' title='MABC'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-109696952659803467</id><published>2004-10-06T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T18:10:57.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey Home</title><summary type='text'>It was a long hour flight. Left Auckland at 1pm and reach KL at 1am Auckland time (which is 8pm Malaysian time). The journey was not pleasant. It all started at the check-in counter. My luggage was overweight. The normal allowance is 20kg but they usually allow up to 30kg. But sigh, they came up with a new ruling (which I came to know yesterday only)..the max allowance is 25kg. So, I was 5kg </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109696952659803467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109696952659803467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109696952659803467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109696952659803467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-journey-home.html' title='My Journey Home'/><author><name>zgirl</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109694127213670825</id><published>2004-10-05T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T10:02:54.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Out-Of-The-Office" E-Mail Auto-Reply</title><summary type='text'>Was clearing up my mail this morning and this is the best junk mail I read today.If I have gotten this early, maybe I can set my auto-reply to one of it!1: I am currently out at a job interview and will reply to you if I fail to get the position. Be prepared for my mood.2: I'm not really out of the office. I'm just ignoring you.3: You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109694127213670825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109694127213670825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109694127213670825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109694127213670825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/10/out-of-office-e-mail-auto-reply.html' title='&quot;Out-Of-The-Office&quot; E-Mail Auto-Reply'/><author><name>zgirl</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109531823805750433</id><published>2004-09-17T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T15:07:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a jet plane</title><summary type='text'>After all those months of waiting, I am finally going to step into Auckland International Airport at 10:40am tomorrow. So, I guess I won't be able to post for a while. Hrmmn...much to my despair, I will be away just for a short period of time only. I enjoy posting but I also love travelling. Will be back on the 4th October .... oh, how I wish it could be longer. I am very much into travelling...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109531823805750433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109531823805750433&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109531823805750433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109531823805750433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>zgirl</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109538937159141584</id><published>2004-09-17T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T10:59:39.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't busy</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday's training went fine but was horribly tired. The clients came late and yup, we finished late. *yawn* Managed to have dinner at about 10.30pm but couldn't eat much. Either I was too tired or the food was really bad. Had steam pork-rib with rice - a very bad choice I made. And the soya milk was like plain water, except for the colour. Went to bed at about 1am and my sis wanted to watch a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109538937159141584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109538937159141584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109538937159141584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109538937159141584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-aint-busy.html' title='I ain&apos;t busy'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-109533446206524130</id><published>2004-09-16T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T19:34:22.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny guy</title><summary type='text'>I just finished chatting with a friend on yahoo. I was telling him I will be going to New Zealand tomorrow. He asked me, "Are you going with a boy or are you going for a boy?"That was the funniest question I have got from him. He always have quetions or statements that make me laugh. The best time to chat with him is when he have his webcam on. You get to see all his expression while chatting. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109533446206524130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109533446206524130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109533446206524130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109533446206524130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/funny-guy.html' title='Funny guy'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-109530085320312596</id><published>2004-09-16T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T10:25:06.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gastroenteritis</title><summary type='text'>I have been plagued by gastroenteritis up to 3 times since July. And mum told me to check-up on the net what is gastroenteritis. Eventhough I used to work in a hospital, the word 'gastroenteritis' is still alien to me. I never rub shoulders with doctors nor nurses, so I don't expect myself to be well equipped with medical terms. But I am quite close with the pharmacist and accountant yet I am not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109530085320312596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109530085320312596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109530085320312596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109530085320312596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/gastroenteritis.html' title='Gastroenteritis'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-109523170679708850</id><published>2004-09-15T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:09:20.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oprah Winfrey Show</title><summary type='text'>2005 Pontiac® G6 I heard from my sis, Oprah gave away a 2005 Pontiac G6 to each of the audience. Eleven people were invited to the show and they were told, they have each gotten themself a brand new car. But the surprises continue ... "I've got a little twist," Oprah says. "I've got one car left, and someone in the audience will have a chance to go home with a brand new Pontiac G6!" The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109523170679708850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109523170679708850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109523170679708850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109523170679708850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/oprah-winfrey-show.html' title='The Oprah Winfrey Show'/><author><name>zgirl</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109515861078635590</id><published>2004-09-14T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T19:26:31.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><summary type='text'>The rain stopped and life goes on...not that life stop when there is rain. What I meant is, the financial training will not be postponed nor canceled. So, the moral of the story is, no matter how much you hate a certain thing, you will still have to face it. Urrgghhh... It is already near 7:30pm and I don't see a soul (minus my CEO and the trainer and me). So, did the rain make them late or is my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109515861078635590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109515861078635590&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109515861078635590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109515861078635590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>zgirl</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109515424729984578</id><published>2004-09-14T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T17:54:29.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain go away, come again another day</title><summary type='text'>The rain is pouring harder each minute...and I wish I can leave this miserable place back to my bed. How I wish they will cancel the training! But with such heavy rain, I think the clients will come in late and I have to sit here longer. Oh gosh! My mum called a couple of minutes back to tell me dinner is cooked. I don't think it is a good idea to give me the details of her food too much, cos it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109515424729984578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109515424729984578&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109515424729984578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109515424729984578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/rain-rain-go-away-come-again-another.html' title='Rain rain go away, come again another day'/><author><name>zgirl</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109505024090188655</id><published>2004-09-13T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T12:37:20.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How far can you go?</title><summary type='text'>A colleague sent me this --&gt; HomeRun Albanifest 2004. You just have control the drunk guy to walk without falling with your mouse. I am not sure what/how far you have to go or whether there is a second or third level to it, I only went as far as 20m. Try it, if you have nothing to do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109505024090188655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109505024090188655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109505024090188655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109505024090188655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-far-can-you-go.html' title='How far can you go?'/><author><name>zgirl</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109471722283288142</id><published>2004-09-09T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T16:07:02.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settled</title><summary type='text'>At last, my travel agent has successfully settled my ticket problem for me. But alas, still need to pay about 400 bucks for the changes. Sigh...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109471722283288142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109471722283288142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109471722283288142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109471722283288142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/settled.html' title='Settled'/><author><name>zgirl</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109469673630333748</id><published>2004-09-09T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T10:25:36.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring ring</title><summary type='text'>As per updated by my travel agent - they have sent my air ticket for changes but they still can't get any sales rep from MAS to pick up the phone.Hrmm ... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109469673630333748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109469673630333748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109469673630333748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109469673630333748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/ring-ring.html' title='Ring ring'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-109469249218183032</id><published>2004-09-09T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T09:14:52.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My incomplete name</title><summary type='text'>I am due to fly to Auckland next week but I just found out (more to like, the travel agent found out) there's some problem with my name which is printed on the air ticket. And now she is telling me, I might not be allowed to board the plane. Interesting! And if MAS don't allow the changes to the name, the travel agent will have to cancel my ticket - and I have to lose about 1k for my promotional </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109469249218183032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109469249218183032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109469249218183032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109469249218183032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-incomplete-name.html' title='My incomplete name'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-109443294596738515</id><published>2004-09-06T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T09:09:05.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends at work</title><summary type='text'>I still have problem posting from home due to the spam-ware in my desktop. Maybe I should call up Dell BUT *uh-oh* it has got nothing to do with them. Hrmmn…so, I guess I will just continue posting from my workplace. At the moment, I have been typing with my notebook using notepad, then post it from the office. Why didn't I connect to the net using my notebook? The answer: lazy. So, back to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109443294596738515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109443294596738515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109443294596738515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109443294596738515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/friends-at-work.html' title='Friends at work'/><author><name>zgirl</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109437759191148104</id><published>2004-09-05T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T18:26:50.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain</title><summary type='text'>Agony of waiting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109437759191148104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109437759191148104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109437759191148104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109437759191148104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/pain.html' title='The Pain'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-109435822415258933</id><published>2004-09-05T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T17:51:18.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol Reject</title><summary type='text'>When I first saw his audition, I had a good laugh - it was funny. But now - I don't think so anymore. I agree with Simon Cowell, he can't sing and he can't dance! So, why is he so famous? Are we becoming tone-deaf?  </summary><link rel='related' href='http://edition.cnn.com/2004/SHOWBIZ/Music/09/03/willhung.gettingbetter.reut/index.html' title='Idol Reject'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109435822415258933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109435822415258933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109435822415258933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109435822415258933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/idol-reject.html' title='Idol Reject'/><author><name>zgirl</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109428320887010463</id><published>2004-09-04T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T18:02:58.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><summary type='text'>A mother and daughter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109428320887010463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109428320887010463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109428320887010463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109428320887010463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>zgirl</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109443255064663427</id><published>2004-09-03T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T09:02:30.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>questa queste questi questo</title><summary type='text'>My appointment with my 2 gal friends was canceled and here I am sitting in a class. Class? Italian class.My sis has a replacement language class today. She told me it would end in less than half-hour time. And she promised to bring me for dinner after that, so why'd not? So, here I am with my sis and her lecturer. They are in front there blabbing 'italia, pizza, piazza, armani, duomo, mama mia'"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109443255064663427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109443255064663427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109443255064663427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109443255064663427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/questa-queste-questi-questo.html' title='questa queste questi questo'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-109417699909134222</id><published>2004-09-03T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T18:20:28.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to ponder for the weekend</title><summary type='text'>I've gotten this from dream. Thanks again! ;)It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for the gift. Love is when you take away </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109417699909134222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109417699909134222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109417699909134222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109417699909134222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/something-to-ponder-for-weekend.html' title='Something to ponder for the weekend'/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-109408940195139503</id><published>2004-09-02T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T15:44:30.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleen Firth </title><summary type='text'>Colin Firth in Love Actually I have been thinking about Colin Firth for the past few days. No, not thoroughly on him alone but he has been on my mind for a couple of days. Don't know much about him but saw him in Bridget Jones's Diary and Love Actually - but that was couple of months back. Guess watching too much of Potter and Love Actually (my sis was addicted to it. She played the movie and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109408940195139503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109408940195139503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109408940195139503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109408940195139503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/colleen-firth.html' title='Colleen Firth '/><author><name>zgirl</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-7796097.post-109400176254462615</id><published>2004-09-01T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T09:22:42.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geisha</title><summary type='text'>Living only for the moment, giving all our time to the pleasures of the moon, the snow, cherry blossoms and maple leaves. Singing songs, drinking sake, caressing each other, just drifting, drifting. Never giving a care if we have no money, never sad in our hearts. Only like a plant moving on the river's current; that is what is called ukiyo : The Floating World - Tales of the Floating World, Ryoi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109400176254462615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109400176254462615&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109400176254462615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109400176254462615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/09/geisha.html' title='Geisha'/><author><name>zgirl</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109385425630247951</id><published>2004-08-30T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:36:28.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend</title><summary type='text'>As we aged, we go through a few different phase of life. And the number of friends dwindle (I am not sure whether such word exist. It supposed to mean, 'drop') with years. When we were young, we were always saying 'my best friend this .., my best friend that..' I don't have a best friend. I think that is, hrmmn... weird - to not have a best friend. Someone told me, you can only have one best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109385425630247951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109385425630247951&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109385425630247951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109385425630247951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/08/best-friend.html' title='Best Friend'/><author><name>zgirl</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109382967950128712</id><published>2004-08-30T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T16:05:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone we can't live without</title><summary type='text'>Fate chooses you relations, you choose your friends - Jacques Delille, French Poet (1738-1813) Most of the time, we love them but there are times in which we hated them. Sometimes they hated us too. We grew up with some of them, yet they do not understand us. We thought we understand them but is that really so? Even we do not know ourself 100%. So, who are we to judge them for not knowing the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109382967950128712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109382967950128712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109382967950128712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109382967950128712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/08/someone-we-cant-live-without.html' title='Someone we can&apos;t live without'/><author><name>zgirl</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109370642743781672</id><published>2004-08-28T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T19:06:11.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't post - cannot write at the description box. Am I the only 1?</title><summary type='text'>Sunday @ 12:39 - Due to the spam-ware in my desktop. Guess have to post from my office then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109370642743781672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109370642743781672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-cant-post-cannot-write-at.html' title='I can&apos;t post - cannot write at the description box. Am I the only 1?'/><author><name>zgirl</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109359577395382180</id><published>2004-08-27T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T18:12:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am bored</title><summary type='text'>I am bored. Don't know what to post. Finished duelling in Mugglenet - earned my points. Dropped in comments here and there - am still bored. It's F-R-I-D-A-Y today, I am not supposed to feel bored... BUT I AM. I think I will blog on Saturday. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109359577395382180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109359577395382180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109359577395382180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109359577395382180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-bored.html' title='I am bored'/><author><name>zgirl</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109343409575360735</id><published>2004-08-25T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T10:01:03.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aunt</title><summary type='text'>After all this years, I still miss my aunt. Her memory still stays fresh in me but remembering her, still caused me great pain. I've never talk to anyone about it, mainly because I am afraid it will upset the person I talk to. Anyway, no one will understand how I feel. My aunt checked-in to a private hospital to remove a growth in her womb. We were informed, it was nothing serious. It was just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109343409575360735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109343409575360735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109343409575360735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109343409575360735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-aunt.html' title='My Aunt'/><author><name>zgirl</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109339668553073847</id><published>2004-08-24T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T10:37:06.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more fish head curry please!</title><summary type='text'>A colleague of mine, got back from China in order to renew his Visa. He is kinda like based in China and comes back once a month to renew his visa. Don't ask me why he is using a 1-month visa and not a longer term visa. They were not able to give me an answer. Not that it is important to me. This time he is back, he asked us to go for lunch with him. He seldoms stay for lunch when he is back in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109339668553073847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109339668553073847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109339668553073847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109339668553073847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-more-fish-head-curry-please.html' title='No more fish head curry please!'/><author><name>zgirl</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109325840143197647</id><published>2004-08-23T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T20:06:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good</title><summary type='text'>Bye, bye Kazaa. Hello Harry Potter!My sis removed my Kazaa and replaced it with Harry Potter-Prisoner of Azkaban game.Reason: Kazaa took up 1G of my disk space and the game cannot run. But thank God, she burned all the mp3 into CD before she removed it.It is not easy to download all those mp3. It took me about 2 hours (last Sunday) to install and uninstall but there was always an error message. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109325840143197647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109325840143197647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109325840143197647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109325840143197647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-solemnly-swear-i-am-up-to-no-good.html' title='I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good'/><author><name>zgirl</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109323510009666650</id><published>2004-08-23T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T12:28:04.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed the title of my blog</title><summary type='text'>For more info, please refer to my published work. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109323510009666650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109323510009666650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109323510009666650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109323510009666650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/08/changed-title-of-my-blog.html' title='Changed the title of my blog'/><author><name>zgirl</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796097.post-109306986313904451</id><published>2004-08-21T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T15:10:10.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradictions of Travel</title><summary type='text'>A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to be sad: I fear you have sold your own lands to see other men's; then, to have seen much and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands. --William Shakespeare, As You Like It (1599), Act 4, Scene 1 Got the quote above from Vagablogging. It is true people are leaving their own land for a better or greener pasture, or this is what they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/feeds/109306986313904451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796097&amp;postID=109306986313904451&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109306986313904451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796097/posts/default/109306986313904451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zirconiag.blogspot.com/2004/08/contradictions-of-travel.html' title='Contradictions of Travel'/><author><name>zgirl</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>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
