<?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-8906401677655769741</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:14:26.636+08:00</updated><category term='food fiesta'/><category term='loved ones'/><category term='weekend agendas'/><category term='nervous breakdown'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='sports'/><title type='text'>Speak UP</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-7923543139299419295</id><published>2011-01-22T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T10:40:48.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, i'm pregnant</title><content type='html'>for the time being, i still in doubt. whether i'm able to carry the responsibilities of being a mother, and taking care of A baby. in my entire life, i never thought this day would come. &lt;br /&gt;i'm neither happy, nor sad. still in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what am i supposed to do when .. you know... when you're pregnant. people say, eat good food, take care of your health. but the problem is, during the first trimester, i totally have no appetite. eating is torture. i don't feel like going through the process of eating itself. sometimes i even have to close my eyes, and force my throat to accept the food. it was no fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered being a fun eater. i ate a lot. every weekend we go to KK just for the sake of having KR, Big Apple, PH and Mc D. but now, i hate those fast food restaurants! to the core should i say. i don't have the enthusiasm of going to KK anymore, and i don't give it a damn about good and luxurious food. to hell with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity me. when will this end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-7923543139299419295?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/7923543139299419295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally-im-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/7923543139299419295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/7923543139299419295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally-im-pregnant.html' title='Finally, i&apos;m pregnant'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-8684371573885903145</id><published>2010-09-18T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T22:51:25.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepitown</title><content type='html'>Ya. Sepitown. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orang-orang di Sipitang calls Sipitang, Sepitown. ( redundancy, kan?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab, majoriti penduduk di sini adalah guru. Dan guru, ya anda, guru, kerap dapat cuti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(HIDUP KPM!). Pada musim cuti, selalunya akan bergerak ke tempat-tempat yang dianggap HEAVEN ( konteks saya, KK-2 and a half hour drive). Tidak apalah jika punggong makin leper dan mata makin rabun silau. Demi kegembiraan bersifat sementara, semua sanggup dihadapi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, berbalik kepada tajuk. Jadi apabila ramai yang pergi KK, maka sepilah Sipitang ini. LOGIK? Oh Yes. Definitely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Kudos to the person who created SEPITOWN. Anda memang KREATIF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-8684371573885903145?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/8684371573885903145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2010/09/sepitown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/8684371573885903145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/8684371573885903145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2010/09/sepitown.html' title='Sepitown'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-1241450309024004332</id><published>2010-09-18T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:41:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh. dah 2010</title><content type='html'>haha. dah berapa kurun tak diupdate blog ini. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mcmla aku peduli. hehe T_T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok new resolution walaupun dah nak dekat end of year, aku tekad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Nak UPDATE blog aku minimum once a week. walaupun takda follower(s). sebab at least ada something for me to look up to when i have nothing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. penat pikiaq aih. end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-1241450309024004332?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/1241450309024004332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2010/09/ohh-dah-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/1241450309024004332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/1241450309024004332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2010/09/ohh-dah-2010.html' title='Ohh. dah 2010'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-1784419642166295641</id><published>2009-12-29T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:13:21.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.U.A.M.I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SzoARGkOHqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-zXGwWKN3Nw/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420645395314122402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SzoARGkOHqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-zXGwWKN3Nw/s320/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my husband, indeed. what about you peeps? do you? do you marry him for love? or money? or because he's just so drop dead gorgeous? hurm.. think about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i married him for love. sounds superficial but indeed the truth. i knew him for only 4 months when we decided to tie the knot. it reached our 10 months of relationship when we were officially pronouced husband and wife. it was fast, wasnt it? our relationship was in a very fast pace. it just kept moving and moving. and it reached the climax on the 4th of dec 09. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like him. i fancy him so much since the 1st day i set my eyes on him. he's not the typical malay guy (yeah right,he's not even a Malay, hihi) who comes to you asking for your number, or the 'pewwwwit,leh kenal tak' kind of guy. he's soft spoken, very humble and sometimes can be such a freak. hihi. what i love most is his accent. his 'kurapak' yang dicampur adukkan dengan bahasa semenanjung+sabah+brunei+kedah (sometimes). sangat soft spoken. i tend to sulk, A LOT. but once he speaks, he melts my heart (did i hear someone throwing up?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bad tempered, he's not. i am loud. and he's not. i splurge. he does not. and that's 3 of the many reasons that i love him so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-1784419642166295641?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/1784419642166295641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/suami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/1784419642166295641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/1784419642166295641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/suami.html' title='S.U.A.M.I'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SzoARGkOHqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-zXGwWKN3Nw/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-8298225894321146691</id><published>2009-12-29T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:06:50.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aswad's 1st Driving Exp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Radin Aswad and Noor Nazirah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Szm4I_hxLdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/d4Q4FeUwwag/s1600-h/DSCN0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420566091148635602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Szm4I_hxLdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/d4Q4FeUwwag/s320/DSCN0832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noor Nazirah and Makcik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Szm4IjrKTJI/AAAAAAAAANs/l6Uhbu8nsrg/s1600-h/DSCN0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420566083671837842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Szm4IjrKTJI/AAAAAAAAANs/l6Uhbu8nsrg/s320/DSCN0837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya. aku benarkan adik aku bawa buggy kat Taman TAsik DArul Aman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walaupun aku dengan Nazirah teketaq ketaq kat tepi, adik aku berjaya bawa benda alah tu dalam 200 m. way to go Aswad!!! Kak cik bangga dengan achievement hang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before packing my things to Sabah, i took my Aswad and Nazirah to TTDA and makan2 kat Dusun Permai. makan modai! nazirah mendedahkan yang dia suka jalan petang2 dan malam. siang panaih katanya. i agree. memang panaih. jadi aku belanja 2orang ni KFC dan tomyam. aku suka tgk muka budak2 ni bila depa kenyang dan dengan bangganya balik cerita depan mak yang aku belanja depa. aku suka perasaan bangga tu. bangga depan mak abah. aku memang macam tu. suka menunjuk depan mak abah instead of depan orang lain. boleh kan macam tu ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-8298225894321146691?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/8298225894321146691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/aswads-1st-driving-exp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/8298225894321146691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/8298225894321146691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/aswads-1st-driving-exp.html' title='Aswad&apos;s 1st Driving Exp.'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Szm4I_hxLdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/d4Q4FeUwwag/s72-c/DSCN0832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-1433863850565850884</id><published>2009-12-29T15:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:35:38.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mau Yang Besar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and Radin Aswad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Szmw00gfJvI/AAAAAAAAANk/7KZMBYQ4CGE/s1600-h/DSCN0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420558048011691762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Szmw00gfJvI/AAAAAAAAANk/7KZMBYQ4CGE/s320/DSCN0858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;currently listening to Pianka-Mau Yang Besar.&lt;br /&gt;ya, aku tau. lagi ni dah lama. tapi sedap seh didengar. heyy, just look at the title. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;as for me, aku pun suka dan mau yang besar. rumah,duit,kereta dan wallet :)&lt;br /&gt;this might sound like imma gold digger or pisau cukur, as quoted by abang Azhar bila dia on the phone dengan bini dia, otw kami ke sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ni naik keta BF Zu. ni pisau cukoq ni. bagi marka dia p naik moto, dia sentai gheta~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sapa la yang mulia sangat takmau duit sekarang ni? tipu lah. even anak sedara aku si Iqmal yang 4tahun tu pon senyum dan cium aku bila aku bagi duit. tak bagi jangan harap nak dapat a kiss on the lips tu. hampehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku memang dari kecik2 suka benda2 besar. Abang aku pakai NSR-RR dulu, sebab aku nangeh minta nenek belikan. syok naik moto besaq. rasa gah. hihi. lalu tepi C70 rasa nak bagi makan asap. perghh. EGO :), rasa juah oooOOO000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, aku suka pakai kasut yang one size bigger than i am supposed to wear (dulu-dulu la,skarang tak) . kalau kasut sekolah, kaki aku 4, aku beli yang saiz 5. puaih hati. sama macam roller blade dulu, sampai aku kena pakai stokin bola abah untuk muat masuk. haha. CIWI btoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dulu aku suka lelaki yang besar, i mean yang muscular, bukan yang chubby ya.aku rasa suka cuddle dengan lelaki macam tu. Abang aku, Radin Hairi, seorang yang agak kacak dan mempunyai muscle yang tak keterlaluan. dan aku tidur dengan abang sampai aku tahun 6, yakni tahun dia berkahwin. sebab aku takyah pakai selimut, abang yang peluk sampai pagi. AKU SAYANG HANG, ABANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men in my family memang big build. cuma adik yang macam tak muscular, but still tinggi dan besar, bukan gemok ya. adik tidor dengan aku smpaila aku kawin, sebab Azman p kursus, dan bilik aku sia-sia sekiranya tak digunakan oleh ahli keluarga. kadang2 kaki adik aku kat muka aku bila bangun pagi. tapi pedulilah, the same blood run thru our veins. AKU SAYANG HANG, RADIN ASWAD. anak2 abang, Ajmal dan Iqmal, pun tough. baru umur berapa tahun dah ada muscle. abang cakap sebab kak aini minum protein shake herbal life waktu dia ngandung dulu. mungkin kot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, dah lari tajuk. hihi. aku memang minta lagu yang ala2 drama queen neh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-1433863850565850884?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/1433863850565850884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/mau-yang-besar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/1433863850565850884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/1433863850565850884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/mau-yang-besar.html' title='Mau Yang Besar'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Szmw00gfJvI/AAAAAAAAANk/7KZMBYQ4CGE/s72-c/DSCN0858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-3118945159395184496</id><published>2009-12-12T01:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:33:35.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a Mrs. starting from... :)</title><content type='html'>now baru ada masa untuk ber blog.&lt;br /&gt;dah 6 days since aku kahwin, only 2 days suami ada di Kedah. off to Sabah for a course.&lt;br /&gt;tapi takpe, macam la tak biasa kena tinggal.&lt;br /&gt;waktu dating dulu pun, seminggu sekali ja jumpa.&lt;br /&gt;housemate aku, Kak Imah, 3bulan ja jumpa suami dia dalam setahun (he;s working with Misc tu), ok ja, tak meroyan pun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiap2 hari aku gila facebook * add Zulaiha Abdul Rahman * :)&lt;br /&gt;sampai 0400 pon main lagi. apa nak buat, suami jauh. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;aku curi baca blog orang *sorry peeps, tumpang baca ja, not more than that *&lt;br /&gt;aku gila catch up dgn uploaded pics dari geng Overshadower Abang Shairol.&lt;br /&gt;*sumber entertainment ku*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banyak sangat things happened.&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah, kenduri ok. nikah, akad twice *sebab saksi tak dengar*&lt;br /&gt;2nd time akad, B macam geram, kuat dia lafaz sampai kedengaran ke kubur berdekatan *cayalah B!!!*&lt;br /&gt;nervous rupanya waktu akad tu.&lt;br /&gt;at first aku still keras, boleh buat bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;dekat nak akad, berdebar, Allah sahaja yang tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenduri...ramai kata aku pengantin paling tak boleh duduk diam.&lt;br /&gt;ya ka??&lt;br /&gt;kalau dah semua orang asyik tanya aku, takkan aku nak dok diam?kan??&lt;br /&gt;hihi.&lt;br /&gt;B pon ada tegur atas pelamin, "Sayang, bagus2 bolehka?" . kikiki&lt;br /&gt;pengapit (dilla + Shafiq) sangat helpful. TERIMA KASIH CIKI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, terima kasih to all. semua sangat sporting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-3118945159395184496?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/3118945159395184496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-mrs-starting-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/3118945159395184496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/3118945159395184496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-mrs-starting-from.html' title='i am a Mrs. starting from... :)'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-1335042278590833393</id><published>2009-09-07T15:10:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:00:36.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend agendas'/><title type='text'>Unplanned Hairdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had been thinking whole week on getting a new hairdo. i asked Azman about this and he suggested of getting a bob cut (ala posh), but came to think of it, i already did that years ago. but still, its a good suggestion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opted for bob cut at first, but when he brought me to KK last weekend, i did a vigorous thinking in the car, and lastly resoted to do spa perm! hehe. we were supposed to catch Gamer that weekend, but hey, a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do. she should pamper her hair :) at 11am, Azman picked me up at home. I waited until 11.30 for him for he’s on his way from Kuala Penyu. Actually, he had this ‘tadarus’ there during Ramadhan, and they did this annually. So off we went to Centre Point, heading straight to Patrick Saloon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like others will do, i resorted to hairstyle magz. we walked into the saloon, grab a hair magz, flipped through the pages and voila! i was attacted to Keira Knightley's curls. there, i want to look like that! And so i spent 3hours there. Azman made his way to i dont know where. Poor Azman had to wait for a treacherous 3hours without having the chance to eat or drink. Hihi. Of course, the likelihood of me getting the exact hairstyle as Keira’s is the remote possibilility of me being one of the stars in Gossip girls (xoxo). Perhaps having the picture there for comparison raised the expextation a notch too high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably, i ended up being a bit dissappointed with the result. There were two reasons for that. One- the hairdresser might not have the suffice skill of turning my hair into Keira’s, and two- my hair might not have the necessary length, texture or volume to recreate that particular style. Hurm....and i realised that i had to take extra care of the hair now. Aduhhhh.........and oh, bila la mau dapat stunning locks macam Miley Cyrus.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;notice the hairdresser?she's pretty. with great hair too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqUcXoBhZvI/AAAAAAAAANc/vvJRUCfw7J0/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378736522170296050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqUcXoBhZvI/AAAAAAAAANc/vvJRUCfw7J0/s320/DSC00221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this is what it turns out to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqUalPr-S0I/AAAAAAAAANU/8jpntyopeRY/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378734557132376898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqUalPr-S0I/AAAAAAAAANU/8jpntyopeRY/s320/DSC00268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went to Tong’s while waiting for Azman to pick me up. I ended up buying kad raya. I kept bugging him about the hair but Azman said it looked just fine (yeah i know, twas your money invested on it). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And we went to 1 Borneo to break our fast. We ordered Teriyaki Chicken, Pepperoni Pizza, Chocolate Waffle, coke and iced lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ice lemon tea + coke (float&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quench the thirst&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqUPEeSHz8I/AAAAAAAAANE/t-5I6itCFUQ/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378721899486891970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqUPEeSHz8I/AAAAAAAAANE/t-5I6itCFUQ/s320/DSC00231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;must eat: teriyaki hawaian chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqUKlXDpwOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZWJwLbOU0Nk/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378716966924697826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqUKlXDpwOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZWJwLbOU0Nk/s320/DSC00239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tasty pepperoni. very crunchy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqT8V7hvfMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/waffughkZP8/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378701308673883330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqT8V7hvfMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/waffughkZP8/s320/DSC00240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Azman's fav, my poison: waffle with choc ice cream topping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqTxfiM1B_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rufWSPkRxuQ/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378689379046066162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqTxfiM1B_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rufWSPkRxuQ/s320/DSC00242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we went to Harris and out of nothing, i felt like buying a book. So, i picked Life’s Like This by Lydia Teh. Feeling satisfied, we went back to sipitang ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s : pasal rambut pun nak pening. Hihi. But, fyi, permed hair looks dazzling if you tie it up in a ponytail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-1335042278590833393?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/1335042278590833393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/unplanned-hairdo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/1335042278590833393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/1335042278590833393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/unplanned-hairdo.html' title='Unplanned Hairdo'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqUcXoBhZvI/AAAAAAAAANc/vvJRUCfw7J0/s72-c/DSC00221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-881476603467824225</id><published>2009-09-04T12:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:10:06.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nervous breakdown'/><title type='text'>KaK N first experience - driving to school!</title><content type='html'>6.35 am, kak N terpacak in front of my house, with Azhar at the back of the car. she drove all the way to merintaman, to fetch Jus. oh okay, set induction, Kak N never drive to school before this. she just got her driving license, and considering the fact that the road to our school is full of obstacles and loggings, we barely let her drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, if the month of Ramadhan, we risked our life by putting it in the hand of a just-got-my-driving-license lady. whatever will be, will be la kan. hehe. do, she hit the paddle, and srove all the way to Kebawang. thank god itu avanza auto, kalau manual, that means, i'm the one who will be changing the gear for her. ngehehe. alhamdullilah we managed to arrive school in perfect condition eventhough she wanted to change the driver last minute (when we were ging down the hill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;notice how serious she is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqCax0lD2AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5E_b_n9CYow/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377468135798724610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqCax0lD2AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5E_b_n9CYow/s320/DSC00172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kapten bertugas dan ketua pramugari airasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqCaxZGMWwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/oL03HvpW_jE/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377468128421501698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqCaxZGMWwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/oL03HvpW_jE/s320/DSC00179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;before she overtakes a logging. notice the surrounding?berkabus a bit. dan tiada network langsung. terima kasih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqCZ3KIpgrI/AAAAAAAAAME/w7L6bBrNgAE/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377467127972856498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqCZ3KIpgrI/AAAAAAAAAME/w7L6bBrNgAE/s320/DSC00181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ini pic snap sendiri, syok sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqCZ2sQ6v6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/2SrAZUHRfU4/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377467119954476962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqCZ2sQ6v6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/2SrAZUHRfU4/s320/DSC00182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;************************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-881476603467824225?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/881476603467824225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/kak-n-first-experience-driving-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/881476603467824225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/881476603467824225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/kak-n-first-experience-driving-to.html' title='KaK N first experience - driving to school!'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SqCax0lD2AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5E_b_n9CYow/s72-c/DSC00172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-144850477984515911</id><published>2009-09-03T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:13:34.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney's love letter</title><content type='html'>twas 12.40 pm. i was walking to the car with Tony, and at the school gate, out of nowhere, Britney (Year2), grabbed my hand, leaving me a piece of note. as if she was giving a love letter to her bf. :) . it was neatly folded by an 8 year old girl. i opened it carefully, and this was what it turned out to be......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Britney's love letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp_IYaqjVrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UinNo3o5So0/s1600-h/baru+ka+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp_IX2Re23I/AAAAAAAAALs/WWCvetkjx2s/s1600-h/baru+ka+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377236792135048050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp_IX2Re23I/AAAAAAAAALs/WWCvetkjx2s/s320/baru+ka+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;comey btoi budak ni. hihi. come to think of it, i've never gotten any love letter from Encik Azman...hurm.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: takpela, if there's no love letters, just fill this empty stomach with food. i mean loads of food. i'll be just as happy as a kid. :). ngehehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s : hope that my own kid will be as sweet, innocent and kind as these kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-144850477984515911?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/144850477984515911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/britneys-love-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/144850477984515911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/144850477984515911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/britneys-love-letter.html' title='Britney&apos;s love letter'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp_IX2Re23I/AAAAAAAAALs/WWCvetkjx2s/s72-c/baru+ka+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-7899466376095980182</id><published>2009-09-03T20:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:09:46.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terkurang ajar??</title><content type='html'>today i receive 2 more bday cards from my pupils, Shafiqqa, Marctinih, Bianah and Jizera. yesterday i received a 'bagfull' of cards, hand made ok from my kids. today, they make one big card and a smaller one, each carrying different messages. one from Shafiqqa inviting me to her open house in Tg Pagar for coming eidul mubarak, and the big one saying that they're sorry for being naughty and the word 'terkurang ajar' is used in the card. haha. it goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"marctinih minta maaf cikgu Zu kerana terkurang ajar dengan cikgu selama ini"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will your reaction be? hahahahahahaha.... what was she thinking when she wrote that? seriously saya terharu dengan kata2 mcm tu. though i didnt get flowers nor presents, but the cards worth even more than those things. money isnt everything ( in suburbs only, take note,heh) their effort of writing, folding,colouring and designing those cards is my ultimate happiness. imagine, these kids used to be very not-so-hardworking and they barely appreciate what we taught them, but now, they are turning to be persons who know how to respect others, care about others and do realize what is happening around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who knew that i am teaching in kawasan pedalaman bawah in sabah, to be specific, in SK Kebawang, which main road will lead us to Tenom, you'll understand why i felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp_Eq8x4jOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SWXKS_XjgEY/s1600-h/baru+ka+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377232722252565730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp_Eq8x4jOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SWXKS_XjgEY/s320/baru+ka+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; kad raya from Shafiqqa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;birthday cards from my kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp_EqjdmchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kRGqmu_f3Jo/s1600-h/baru+ka+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377232715456606738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp_EqjdmchI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kRGqmu_f3Jo/s320/baru+ka+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : manisnya budak2 ni :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-7899466376095980182?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/7899466376095980182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/terkurang-ajar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/7899466376095980182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/7899466376095980182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/terkurang-ajar.html' title='terkurang ajar??'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp_Eq8x4jOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SWXKS_XjgEY/s72-c/baru+ka+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-5808621660988947734</id><published>2009-09-03T13:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:23:52.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding preps</title><content type='html'>i am thinking of coming up with a new blog on my wedding preparation...but ...reality checks, i dont't have much time and guess what, i dont favour writing and typing that much. its just that i think that it would be nice if we have our own blog on the wedding preparation. kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think i still remember the details of the preparation, up to this point lah. yang bab kenduri dah settle, bab docs utk kahwin antara negeri dan blood test+ujian saringan HIV after raya baru nak settle kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparation for kenduri di KEDAH :&lt;br /&gt;1. Pelamin ................................................... tempah di Ombak Klasik.Jitra&lt;br /&gt;2. hiasan for bed ............................... ........... Ombak Klasik juga&lt;br /&gt;3. make up for 2days ....................................Ombak Kasih lagi&lt;br /&gt;4. baju kahwin for 1days .............................. Ombak ke?&lt;br /&gt;5. kenduri + food ........................................... ma abah yang handle&lt;br /&gt;6. malam berinai ............................................ Ombak Klasik yang handle&lt;br /&gt;7. furniture untuk bilik kami ........................ balik Kedah next week nak beli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparation for kenduri di SABAH:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pelamin ................................................... tempah di Beaufort already&lt;br /&gt;2. hiasan for bed ............................... ........... also in Beaufort&lt;br /&gt;3. make up for 3days ....................................Beaufort lagi&lt;br /&gt;4. baju kahwin for 3days .............................. Beaufort ke?&lt;br /&gt;5. kenduri + food ........................................... geng Kuala Penyu yang handle&lt;br /&gt;6. malam berinai ............................................ KP handle&lt;br /&gt;7. malam berbedak ........................................ B cakap familynya yang handle&lt;br /&gt;8. mendadih dan kelupis ...............................katering' KP&lt;br /&gt;9. furniture untuk rumah sewa kami .......... da beli di al madina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       gambar hanya sekadar hiasan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp9fZ1Ez2eI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Mry0HO0cIao/s1600-h/pelamin002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377121377452284386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp9fZ1Ez2eI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Mry0HO0cIao/s320/pelamin002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp9fZTUlyLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0S6frU6vHJw/s1600-h/hantaran-siti-saerah.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377121368391665842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp9fZTUlyLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0S6frU6vHJw/s320/hantaran-siti-saerah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp9fZIUCOdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/D_3wJZz3ssQ/s1600-h/dscn0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377121365436545490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp9fZIUCOdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/D_3wJZz3ssQ/s320/dscn0638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leganya rasa sbb yang bab kenduri di sabah da settle 3/4 dah. baju nikah pun da ditempah di Ombak Klasik.wedding ringslah the first things we bought at Tomei (sebab ada sale). 2 for me and 1 for him tak sampai 4k . nasib baik tak lari modal, if not, makan megi pecah 4 la jawabnya nanti . hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bab hantaran, tinggal lagi 2hantaran for Azman yang belum dibeli. budget untuk hantaran memang dah lari sangat2. budget 5k for both sides, but now, da exceed. phones,ps2,camera,watches and others pun dah cost around 7k. mahalnya nak kahwin!i decide to do 7 balas 5 sahaja because nanti tak larat nak angkat barang on plane. hurm. plus, duit abis nnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;our wedding card kami tempah di Alice Wedding Gallery kat 1 Borneo. RM2.20 per piece, and agak smart. 500pieces ja kami tempah, nanti lari budjet. hihi. right now i am in the middle of choosing our pictures to be printed into the w'card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baju untuk both sides pun da dibeli.kain di kamdar ja. murah sikit. :). bertanya mengangkut from kedah to sabah. sakit tangan, tapi its worth it :)i guess da almost 3/4 kan preparation. semoga takda apa2 yang tertinggal after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-5808621660988947734?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/5808621660988947734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding-preps.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/5808621660988947734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/5808621660988947734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding-preps.html' title='wedding preps'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp9fZ1Ez2eI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Mry0HO0cIao/s72-c/pelamin002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-9065822039123304361</id><published>2009-09-02T14:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:53:20.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping for w'day &amp; a day with the shenanigans</title><content type='html'>last school holiday, went back to Kedah on the 22nd of August. it wasnt in my plan. i was supposed to go back to kedah a week before raya, but when Azman and i decided to get married this year, i had to go back and prepare for the wedding. i already booked the pelamin, catering, the tempat hantaran. also tempah baju kawin. for baju nikah, we decided to let the same boutique desinging our pelamin to do the job. people say, baju nikah better dibuat, jangan sewa, at least you'll have some sort of kenangan. hurm.. ok. we were just following what people say. kan.for the family, my sis in law accompanied me to do the shopping. i decided to go with the theme 'batik' for both family, tapi perempuan ja dapat batik. the guys still dapat plain baju melayu. hihi. maaf ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also managed to take my niece and nephews out. twas the four of us. kids, they would run here and there, asking to buy these and these, but not with my 3kids. they were being good. i brought them to the arcade section on level 3 of jitra mall, and let them play whatever they want as a gift for not being naughty. happyla 3 3 orang tu mengabiskan duit makciknya.sedih jugak bila tinggalkan anak anak sedara ni once you're attached to them.. hurm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp4kDtly0-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0kksnKifBOA/s1600-h/baru+ka+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376774651323274210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp4kDtly0-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0kksnKifBOA/s320/baru+ka+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            radin nabilajmal in the front line :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp4jxcG4a0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ezwq46--xFw/s1600-h/baru+ka+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376774337392569154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp4jxcG4a0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ezwq46--xFw/s320/baru+ka+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; radin afzan, radin nabilajmal and noor nazirah at the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-9065822039123304361?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/9065822039123304361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/shopping-for-wday-day-with-shenanigans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/9065822039123304361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/9065822039123304361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/shopping-for-wday-day-with-shenanigans.html' title='shopping for w&apos;day &amp; a day with the shenanigans'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp4kDtly0-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0kksnKifBOA/s72-c/baru+ka+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-2095075480932820187</id><published>2009-09-02T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:53:57.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am already 25.</title><content type='html'>Today marks my 25th birthday and I am just so happy with life for the time being. Hoping that it’ll be better in the future too. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 30th of August, Azman picked me up at KKIA. Twas half past three. And I was goddamn hungry. Luckily I didn’t break my fast on the place. Already had the urge to order that damn foccacia from the stewardess. Hek hek. As Dilla would say, ‘Buat ja muka orang siam dan makan’. If only twas that simple. Hehe. Well, anyway, as we went back to the car and headed to 1 Borneo, he grabbed my hand and pulled the dashboard. To my surprise, there’s this one goodie bag imprinted Diamoney. I opened it, and hihi, there’s a diamond ring! (in my finger size-7). Seronoknya!!!. Walaupun I dont favour jewellery, but he was the first to give me a diamond ring, and that was big for me. I used to be a tomboy, who barely appreciates bling bling, but when someone whom you like, gave you that piece of rock, I don’t know what to say except for SANGAT SUKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to 1 Borneo, and he gave me another surprise, and that was for our wedding nanti. We break our fast at New York New York and went back to his family’s house. What a great day. Already forgotten the jetlag. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I am not a gold digger. though Dilla already taught be how to be one. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp4WE3Z1vCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9kzhhLxGl_4/s1600-h/baru+ka+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376759277974567970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp4WE3Z1vCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9kzhhLxGl_4/s320/baru+ka+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thank you encik azman. saya akan cuba jadi your best girlfriend ever :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-2095075480932820187?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/2095075480932820187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-already-25.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/2095075480932820187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/2095075480932820187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-already-25.html' title='i am already 25.'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp4WE3Z1vCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9kzhhLxGl_4/s72-c/baru+ka+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-6578501992249690153</id><published>2009-08-17T20:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:51:11.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food fiesta'/><title type='text'>our makan shop</title><content type='html'>i'm beginning to love Sugar Bun. azman would drive all the way from sipitang, sabah, to lawas, sarawak to take me for lunch @ Sugar Bun. the price is affordable. i totally crave for sambal eco fish ( humogous fish+fragrant rice+sambal+soy sauce+pickled cucumber), and assam fish head (asam pedas kepala ikan+tomatoes+fragrant rice). my favourite drink would definitely be the 3 layer tea ( tea+fresh milk+gula melaka). sedappp ooooo.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love new york new york. dilla introduces me to this place early this year. it was located in 1 Borneo. the food is great. suits my appetite and random eating disorder. the menu is very attractive-soo many food listed there. hehe. ranging from appetizers to burgers to big big chicken. i'm so loving the food there. i like the cheesy baked chicken and prawn fritters.ah, teriyaki chicken pun delicious jugak. it's a mixture of kenny roger + pizza hut + nando's. i couldnt ask for more . nyum nyum. hihi. bone appetite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-6578501992249690153?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/6578501992249690153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-makan-shop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/6578501992249690153'/><link 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Josie Ebetrese and Karleybianah- and 4 from Sk Solob-Elsi, Cynthia, Saran, and Lucy were chosen to play against SK Lubok Darat. they had their first training a month ago, and that was it. me, neng,kak rain, kak n, and kak maz were crossing our fingers, hoping that the girls from LD wont eat our girls alive. we went to LD at 5pm, but it was raining at that time. so we decided to wait at the parking space. i put on my PCD's cd, and guess what, the rain stopped! haha. nokotigot my heart (terkejut hatiku-in Dusun). hebat betul penangan PCD kan. at 5.15pm, they started the match. fuhh. tak sangka pandai jugak budak-budak ni main though only once they'd practiced. we were screaming and yelling out hearts' out, giving those girls moral support. our girls won! 13-5! Hebat kannn........... at night, i treated them dinner. i tapau kfc for them. and managed to help Tony (Zaharah) colour her hair at the same time. went home at 10pm, turun sorang-sorang dari flat merintaman yang tiada lampu itu sangat scary. anyway, i ran down the stairs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp4cGF9vcVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3ad7CHfmUkw/s1600-h/Pic1359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376765896132882770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp4cGF9vcVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3ad7CHfmUkw/s320/Pic1359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TEGAK with the zon timur's ream :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-2232015351483286794?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/2232015351483286794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/08/friendly-netball-match.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/2232015351483286794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/2232015351483286794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/08/friendly-netball-match.html' title='friendly netball match :)'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sp4cGF9vcVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3ad7CHfmUkw/s72-c/Pic1359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-2642667761679432998</id><published>2009-08-15T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:27:35.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend agendas'/><title type='text'>kuala penyu ..again</title><content type='html'>currently porting ourselves to Kuala Penyu. sometimes we spend our weekend here, back in Kg Linsuk, Azman's hometown. the environment is super clean, and sensational too, for there's a beach nearby. only a few metres away from his house. oh, by the way, it's only an hour you have to suffer in a speed boat if you were to go to Pulau Tiga ( the Survivor Island). Pantai Sawangan is truly candy to the eyes. we're going there tomorrow morning, i want to snap pics to my heart's content. hihi. i spent the evening watching TV1, semi finals badminton,while getting Qasrinah to sleep. . boy i really missed watching Lin Dan in action. *wink wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, i helped him to cook. i know, it was the other way around. its me who's supposed to do the cooking with him helping, but, heck. he wanted to cook considering the fact that he's far a better cook than me. ayam goreng kunyit memang sedap when someone you love yang masak. we dined together, leaving auntie sairah taking care of her grand daughter, Qasrinah. auntie doesnt each much, thats why she's only 42kg. now he's playing with his 6years old niece, Qasrinah. entertaining her with Wali band's Cari Jodoh, making her laugh her heart out. hurm...ada tokoh jadi abah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took a peek of what i was doing nampaknya...kedapatan tengah berblogging. so, see you later .. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-2642667761679432998?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/2642667761679432998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/08/kuala-penyu-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/2642667761679432998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/2642667761679432998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/08/kuala-penyu-again.html' title='kuala penyu ..again'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-5821203948252229873</id><published>2009-08-03T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:00:33.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding : Jus &amp; Murni</title><content type='html'>Azman, me, Kak Imah ( carpool-ing) and Azhar(dengan Vios-nya,alone) headed off to Papar at 9.30 am. Promised to meet Kak N, Polly, and Tony @ 7E at 11 am. We waited for the girls for about….an HOUR! Goddamnit.. we were freaking hungry. Bought half of the snacks in 7E kot. Hehe. We ate in the car while waiting for the ladies. Oh yes, we did came across Blexi’s friend yang tinggal di Papar ( dah lupa nama, maaf ya ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies finally arrived and we went straight to Jus’s place. (1minute drive from 7E). sampai saja sana, came to my surprised, bro belum lagi pakai baju pengantin! Ya Allah! Hihi. Funny. I was hoping yang bro pakai baju asli Bajau, berkuda di tempat kenduri. hihi. With his working kemeja and pants, he entertained us with generous smile and he even served the food for us. Naik lemaklah team kebawang ni. Oh ya, in the pengantin room, kak murni tengah half naked ya sedang disolek. Hihi. dapat goodie bag yang berisi Lamban ( traditional kueh kaum di sini, bila membuat nya orang panggil mendadih) .Tak sempat tgk mereka bersanding sebab terus ke Putatan untuk pasang woofer. Yee har! SUSBOB dah betul-betul jadi Transformers… Autobots… Roll on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pengantin lelaki yang masih belum ready :)&lt;br /&gt;from left standing : kak imah, kak N, bro Jus, me, Polly, Jennifer, Merziana and sitting, Azhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SnbsdtDRhJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Met0Yr6Iqs8/s1600-h/DSCN0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365736001112212626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SnbsdtDRhJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Met0Yr6Iqs8/s320/DSCN0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pose menunggu. di belakang, kak imah, and she's 3months preggie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SnbsddcIQWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VZWHMXrBDpw/s1600-h/DSCN0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365735996921495906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SnbsddcIQWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VZWHMXrBDpw/s320/DSCN0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B and Azhar. dah habis botol besar 100+ nya menunggu for the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SnbsdHJRCbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vYmn2yyvlhA/s1600-h/DSCN0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365735990936799666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SnbsdHJRCbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vYmn2yyvlhA/s320/DSCN0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-5821203948252229873?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/5821203948252229873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-jus-murni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/5821203948252229873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/5821203948252229873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-jus-murni.html' title='Wedding : Jus &amp; Murni'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SnbsdtDRhJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Met0Yr6Iqs8/s72-c/DSCN0333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-5751008067866826082</id><published>2009-08-03T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:38:33.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sukan Komuniti</title><content type='html'>last fortnight, i was unable to merendek to KK for this reason: sukan komuniti:bola tampar peringkat daerah. i had to accompany Azman for 2days from morning till evening for that purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azman played for the Pendidikan Team. though he nagged a lot about their performance before, but he was totally surprised when the team managed to be the CHAMPION. :). they won some cash and it went straight into my mnd purse. TQ bakal suami .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Snbmupgrv4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/08eTigVtVRM/s1600-h/Pic1329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365729695149834114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Snbmupgrv4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/08eTigVtVRM/s320/Pic1329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                         Reflection session. I think. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SnbmuuAOwxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hdo9Cp0AK_c/s1600-h/Pic1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365729696355894034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SnbmuuAOwxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hdo9Cp0AK_c/s320/Pic1328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                        With DUN Sindumin, Tuan Haji Ahmad Bujang, my Headmaster’s brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SnbmubQNvUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RBEKATR_298/s1600-h/Pic1324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365729691322662210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SnbmubQNvUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RBEKATR_298/s320/Pic1324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                Prize giving time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; p/s: congrats B. you always make me proud of you. you are simply the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-5751008067866826082?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/5751008067866826082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/08/sukan-komuniti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/5751008067866826082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/5751008067866826082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/08/sukan-komuniti.html' title='Sukan Komuniti'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Snbmupgrv4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/08eTigVtVRM/s72-c/Pic1329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-4787629957004878202</id><published>2009-07-28T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:48:24.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.U.P.E.R busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;this is what we do almost every weekend. we go to KK, we eat,shop till we drop, and we return to sipitang :). we're happy with it. terima kasih bakal suami sebab selalu belanja saya dan ajar saya jadi shopaholic . semoga anda begini selamanya. AMIN . hikhik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8OMik0naI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j2Brd11K_WU/s1600-h/blog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363521289824017826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8OMik0naI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j2Brd11K_WU/s320/blog6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well thats the right word for induction. i am busy. indeed. up to the extend that i am not able to update my blog, veet my leg, pluck my armpit's hair.haha. kidding. i mean the plucking part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these were the details of things done for the previous month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;azman went back to KP, leaving me alone, for Pesta Rumbia and he didnt tapau me ulat sagu :(. oh ya, kami pergi kursus pra perkahwinan bersama ya di KP. saya meniduri rumah Azman. pagi2 bangun dan sudah tersedia breakfast. terima kasih ma mertua :). namanya auntie sairah. cam nama adik siti nurhaliza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8Kne1HI_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_pU48-Gig50/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363517354628555762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8Kne1HI_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_pU48-Gig50/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kak emi, ex kebawang threw a 'party' celebrating her pertukaran to sekolah dekat rumahnya di membakut. kami dihidangkan dengan nasi ayam yang sangat sedap (made in Kedah ok), dan jelly cocktail yang boleh mengalahkan ice fruit jelly Alpha Angle KL dan JJ Melaka ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8KnCGEqEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7LtbHFMgnZo/s1600-h/blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363517346915067970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8KnCGEqEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7LtbHFMgnZo/s320/blog5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is kak murni, abang jus's beloved wife. originally from kedah. just married :). teaching in awat2, lawas, sarawak .everyday abang jus will drive almost 90km to and fro to kebawang - awat2. cinta punya pasal kan. wink wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8Km5edlLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mN9rxMxGpsA/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363517344601445554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8Km5edlLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mN9rxMxGpsA/s320/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni aktiviti men 'xerox' important notes dari fail panitia SK T****U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8KmglVxsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iJFlTKgZarg/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363517337919407810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8KmglVxsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iJFlTKgZarg/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh yes, masuk to the wedding part. we already bought the rings. Azman wants it to be simple and candy to the eye. hurm. cam diffficult saja a. but we managed to find that kind of simplicity in the rings HE @ TOMEI ( though i had eyed one in LAZO ) had chosen for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;last week was the busiest weekend for him. he was involved in the sukan komuniti (volleyball). he played for pendidikan and guess what, they'd won. first place ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8Ilav0yZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cSJ3LqHVs_g/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363515120149645714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8Ilav0yZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cSJ3LqHVs_g/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-4787629957004878202?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/4787629957004878202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-busy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/4787629957004878202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/4787629957004878202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-busy.html' title='S.U.P.E.R busy'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sm8OMik0naI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j2Brd11K_WU/s72-c/blog6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-9045507939972854857</id><published>2009-05-27T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:45:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSSZT ( MAJLIS SUKAN SEKOLAH ZON TIMUR )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My first experience escorting students for Majlis Sukan started on 2-5th February 2009. It was held in Meligan, that’s 2 hours drive from Kebawang, and the road was like we’re heading straight to HELL. Only 4WD and dirt bikes managed to trail the road. And guess what, we hitchhiked a JKR lorry, fitting 24 students and 8 teachers, together with food supply. Ha Ha! What a joke. I almost fell out of the lorry when the driver crashed onto a f***ing stone. My butt hurt like I had no more bones left there. Aduina. But remarkably, we managed to eat and still laughing all the way to Meligan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived, the organizer led us to the place we were supposed to spend the 3 days there. An empty class next to the teacher’s room! Nice. Ha Ha! I was in charged of the food and athletes and kecemasan (luckily I know how to ‘bandage’ things). Food was prepared by Kak N and bunda Azhar (the Sous Chef ). it was god damn delicious. menjilat your toes. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg Meligan was quite big. allocating hundreds of students in the school named after the kampung. there was also hostel for the students. mcm funny bila little kids ranging from 6-12 years old stayed in hostel. kan?. the environment was good, super cold. even my bf said that when he jumped into the river, he quickly jumped out of it, for he could not stand the intensity of the coldness of the water. haha. served him right. ada hati nk mandi sungai a. itu belum lagi pegi mandi di Long Pasia. talking about Long Pasia, which is situated almost 120km from Pekan Sipitang, the next MSSZT will be held there. adoi. patah la butt bones nanti. almost 5 hours drive from Sipitang tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day in Meligan, we did nothing but cleaning and setting the place plus preparing food for the students. at night, there was this firecrackers performance. mantap seyh! brapa k yang habis pon i didnt know. heck. tengok ja. after that, we went to bed. tidur pon one side male students with the teachers, and one side female students with the teachers. i slept next to kak Maz. ada bunyi soundstream every night, didn't know whos, but we ignored it. ngehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day, the competition started. ada relay, sprint, lompat jauh, lompat tinggi. our school's hero, Cho, managed to bag 3 medals. one gold medal in lompat tinggi, and 1 bronze in lontar peluru. who says skinny people tak boleh lontar peluru?during lompat tinggi, we screamed like monkeys for Cho, no wonder he won that event. and that proved moral support is also important in increasing one's self motivation. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third day, was the olahraga events. we didnt win anything, but it was fun. to be able to see your kids running with all their might was a form of entertainment. :) . murphin was the 4th runner in 4x100, and he went out off the track. why? he said that he felt dizzy. haha. lucu. lari kuat sangat sampat rasa palau. that's my kid! it was also the day for the marching event. our school managed was the 1st runner up!. tak sangka. costume yang kami prepared, jahit sampai ke pagi, ada jugak hasilnya. sangat best!... we went home at 12. once again, our butts had to suffer for 2 long hours, but who cared, as long as we are happy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-9045507939972854857?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/9045507939972854857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/msszt-majlis-sukan-sekolah-zon-timur.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/9045507939972854857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/9045507939972854857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/msszt-majlis-sukan-sekolah-zon-timur.html' title='MSSZT ( MAJLIS SUKAN SEKOLAH ZON TIMUR )'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-554094632454734705</id><published>2009-05-27T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:47:52.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J.O.K.E.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Joke 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my English Year 5 class when dear Victerley posed me with this one shocking yet hilarious questions. We were talking about Jobelcho going to Papar for the sports event. Suddenly Victerley asked me, “ cigu, kalau c cho menang d papar, dia jadi ketua kampong ka nanti?’. All in the class went berserk. Hahahahahahahaha. Adaka dia fikir macam tu. Menang district level punya competition qualifies you to be a ketua kampong. Haha. Budak murut ni memang super funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rendy, our Ratu Pondan, who loves to speak in SEMENANJUNG accent though it sounds a bit bizarre, said something funny when we were crossing a small river on our way to Meligan for MSSZT . “ cigu, tengok sungai tu. Airnya KEBUT”. Fyi, KABUT is the real pronunciation which conveys the meaning air keruh. He thought that all semenanjung words starts and ends with the ‘E’ sound. He totally combined the two accents WELL. Haha. Thumbs up Rendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Juseri, my colleague aka my bunda, has this ‘spoonerism’ dilemma. Haha. He calls me ZULHELA (btw my real nama is zulaiha). He calls kak emiza emilia, siti kanapiah as siti karipan, and so the list goes. Suka hati jiran dia ja mau panggil nama orang macam macam. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-554094632454734705?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/554094632454734705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/554094632454734705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/554094632454734705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/jokes.html' title='J.O.K.E.S'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-4744409751466534423</id><published>2009-05-26T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:52:46.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spell BUSY for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm the cikgu kecemasan for the District level Volleyball Competition where Sipitang, Kuala Penyu ( bf punya hometown ), Papar and Beaufort competes to go to the nest level which is State level. Arrives at the MD court as early as 7 a.m. Kak N and Jus are in charge of the score for both primary and secondary level. but in the end. i have to help them since the players do not 'commit' themselves into serious injuries. only a girl from Papar twisted her ankle, without intention okay, and i have to 'wrap' her feet. my soon to be husband is there too. he's the tukang tulis score, together with my soon to be bro-in-law, as the coach for KP. the game ended with sipitang as the champion for 18p, and Papar for the 18L. for the kids, i'm not sure, tak sedar pulak. btw, it is the same day i am supposed to be the closing emcee for the story telling and action songs competition, also district level in Sk Merintaman. instead of forcing myself to think of what to say, i stick to being ajk kecemasan. what a genius! he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/ShvFOzHKUJI/AAAAAAAAADA/M6KJb-YQGJk/s1600-h/Pic1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340078641206939794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/ShvFOzHKUJI/AAAAAAAAADA/M6KJb-YQGJk/s320/Pic1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I’m busy. That’s right. And I’m getting darker. Blame the netball and volleyball for making me look like Naomi Campbell now (as if) . haha. I am busy training for the friendly netball match with the teachers from SK Melalia. Luckily, we win 22-5. ha-ha. Hows that for a start. I am the GA/GS for our Zon Timur team. At first, we are nervous like hell and sweating like a pig. But who knows that we manage to beat them with such scores. He-he. Sorry a auntie2 Melalia. After the school hols, I have to be ready for the District Choral Speaking Competition and Spelling Competition too. Aduina. Tiresome ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/ShvDIfQsoDI/AAAAAAAAACw/2LNS8eBquOY/s1600-h/Pic1073.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340076333775757362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/ShvDIfQsoDI/AAAAAAAAACw/2LNS8eBquOY/s320/Pic1073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; me and kak Maz, laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/ShvDIBiaYCI/AAAAAAAAACo/F_ZfxJqGlQI/s1600-h/Pic1074.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340076325796995106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/ShvDIBiaYCI/AAAAAAAAACo/F_ZfxJqGlQI/s320/Pic1074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tak boleh duduk diam2 . panaih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-4744409751466534423?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/4744409751466534423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/spell-busy-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/4744409751466534423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/4744409751466534423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/spell-busy-for-me.html' title='spell BUSY for me.'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/ShvFOzHKUJI/AAAAAAAAADA/M6KJb-YQGJk/s72-c/Pic1008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-4565018877109053323</id><published>2009-05-26T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:54:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wonder why I’m using Simple Present Tense all way long?? That’s because I’m now, don’t have the mood or the urge of using correct tenses when I’m writing. I totally don’t have the idea or when and how to use Past Tense anymore, or should I say, it deteriorates gradually, ever since I am posted to Sabah!.. Sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember the rules anymore, and I think I do speak like a m****n if you were to converse in English with me for the time being. Grammarwise, huh, pathetic. FYI, I love to read my friends’ blogs since they are good at it, I mean, writing stuffs that’ll make you envy them and want to be like them. As if they are living a perfect life. But sometimes, it can be a bit annoying, but heck. Who cares. I love reading them. Hik hik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilla’s blog is all about her and hubby Shafiq. Janns about her hectic life and how she’s loving her career as an educator. Aesha’s cute. My bebi besar’s @ Dell, is 100% about her love life + whines + humour. The dlisted tells all about the Hollywood celebrities from A-Z, and it is darn funny. Mine? I guess it’s all about me, and people around me. That’s people in Sipitang , mind you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-4565018877109053323?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/4565018877109053323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/language-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/4565018877109053323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/4565018877109053323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/language-matters.html' title='Language Matters'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-2864267898002957631</id><published>2009-05-07T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:57:29.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loved ones'/><title type='text'>The New Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Met him at the MSSZT( Majlis Sukan Zon Timur). It started of as a joke. Beat was the one who made me realized that there was this one cute guy next door from SK Ulu Bole ( yes the school name is quite absurd, kan? Wtf, saya pun pelik juga, SK Kebawang). Hihi. Somehow, he’s Huda’s coursemate (in USM, well Huda is one of my colleague in Kebawang). I asked Kak N to candid him. All of a sudden, he came near our booth, and Huda made a joke asking him to pose with us, but he replied,” taknak dengan Huda, nak dengan orang yang di tepi tu”. Yes, he’s pointing at me. OMG! I was shocked, but still smiling ear to ear. But I spoiled the moment by running away like a freak after the picture was captured. GREAT JOB kan. At 12 noon, we headed back to Kebawang to send the kids, and straight away to Sipitang, to send the teachers. He managed to send his regards for me through Beat. I went back to Sipitang with a happy faceJ. And oh yes, Huda did give me his number since she knew that I was hoping for it. *grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I texted him when I arrived home, must it wasn’t delivered. Sob sob. Pity me. But, at 9 pm, I received a text message from a number I’d been waiting for. Phew! He knew that I’d text him (that what he said). He was such a good guy. I felt as if I was his bestfriend. A month later, he asked whether I was attached to anyone, and of course the answer would be NO. later, he confessed that he had his eye on me since the 1st day of the MSSZT. Yay! We became an item since then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘You’re mine now. From this day onwards, I hold full responsibilities of taking care of you’&lt;br /&gt;– 26th February 2009-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We realized that we shared the same passion in sports ( he plays volleyball and football, and I mean he’s really good at it). We met and managed to contact each other via phone only on WEEKENDS. Sob sob. So, Friday excites me the most since I know that he’ll be in Sipitang to see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I ask of you is to hold him when I’m not around&lt;br /&gt;When I’m much too far away…’&lt;br /&gt;-a7x-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SgLZkkY-hHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/shalCcDeUrc/s1600-h/100_3237.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333064131027043442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SgLZkkY-hHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/shalCcDeUrc/s320/100_3237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,128); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-2864267898002957631?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/2864267898002957631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-guy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/2864267898002957631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/2864267898002957631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-guy.html' title='The New Guy'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/SgLZkkY-hHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/shalCcDeUrc/s72-c/100_3237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-559409922379301112</id><published>2009-05-03T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:34:28.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>volley ball-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3rd May 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right now, Azman's playing volleyball with a bunch of older people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;these are the images that i managed to capture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1r-gvEJ4I/AAAAAAAAACI/j6-z1DV3xdk/s1600-h/Pic0995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331536255559935874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1r-gvEJ4I/AAAAAAAAACI/j6-z1DV3xdk/s320/Pic0995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1r-cemQhI/AAAAAAAAACA/IdQlXVr4obo/s1600-h/Pic0994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331536254417125906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1r-cemQhI/AAAAAAAAACA/IdQlXVr4obo/s320/Pic0994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1r-MrW5XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gOvjfc8eRMs/s1600-h/Pic0993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331536250175677810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1r-MrW5XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gOvjfc8eRMs/s320/Pic0993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-559409922379301112?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/559409922379301112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/volley-ball-ing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/559409922379301112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/559409922379301112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/volley-ball-ing.html' title='volley ball-ing'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1r-gvEJ4I/AAAAAAAAACI/j6-z1DV3xdk/s72-c/Pic0995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-3403544782967103090</id><published>2009-05-03T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:05:33.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Manukan . hurm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Blek, a friend from Alor Setar was in KK for the weekend. Dilla took him to Pulau Manukan, giving him a chance to 'snorkle bogel'. yes, thats the right word, bogel. i would like to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;put emphasis on the word bogel since Blek loves it pretty much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We headed to Pulau Manukan with Blek, and my Bf (Mr Azman). Blek did his 'thing' while Dilla and I trying to be the 'girly (geli)' type of bitches by taking loads of pictures (of ourselves), while Azman layan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; perasaan seorang diri di tepi pantai itu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1n-nggrkI/AAAAAAAAABw/64oSIeZqFYw/s1600-h/SDC10147.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331531859331427906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1n-nggrkI/AAAAAAAAABw/64oSIeZqFYw/s320/SDC10147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kami estrella. kah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1nkqTe4sI/AAAAAAAAABo/IUxyKqLpGFk/s1600-h/SDC10067.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331531413405491906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1nkqTe4sI/AAAAAAAAABo/IUxyKqLpGFk/s320/SDC10067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;itten dan mama terung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1nkW-JCvI/AAAAAAAAABY/gET2IKD5giE/s1600-h/SDC10137.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331531408215706354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1nkW-JCvI/AAAAAAAAABY/gET2IKD5giE/s320/SDC10137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jill azman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1njwbnHvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TKZYjCEBUi4/s1600-h/SDC10143.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331531397870329586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1njwbnHvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TKZYjCEBUi4/s320/SDC10143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mama kutip shells untuk dijual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;at night, we met Blek and his friends at the Sugar Bun's cafe. They were hillarious! a bunch of gays meeting up and saying stupid things excited me the most. then we went to Tg Aru, in hope of catching a glimpse of foreigner berbikini di waktu malam. keep on dreaming. haha. at 1 pm, we went straight back home for our beauty sleep. ZZzzZZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that Blek was getting more skinny. and i think i know why. be strong man, you're a great guy. for sure there's someone waiting for you out there. ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-3403544782967103090?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/3403544782967103090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-manukan-hurm.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/3403544782967103090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/3403544782967103090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-manukan-hurm.html' title='Pulau Manukan . hurm..'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf1n-nggrkI/AAAAAAAAABw/64oSIeZqFYw/s72-c/SDC10147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-1047581355297718445</id><published>2009-05-03T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:08:31.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Off to KK! Say Hello TESLians!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Friday, 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yay! Went off to KK to meet Dilla, ShueMonT, Aida, and Azreen. Earlier morning, Dilla called, mengumpan saya ke KK dengan alasan ada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, anak jiran dan rufus di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. I’m soooo excited to see those bitches. I dragged Azman along, as usual, to drive me here and there ( sorry B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;). Twas almost 9 pm that I met them at Jesselton Point. The bitches were busy ordering food dekat restoran nasi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;padang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; tu.Bebi Dell ada menelefon untuk bercakap dengan papa baru, terkejut Azman tiba-tiba Dell panggilnya papa. Ha ha. Apa la kamu ni bebi. Dah jumpa, apa lagi, ber GOSSIP sampai kami dihalau oleh tauke restaurant itu. Dia guna cara halus. His worker sent the bill, and then ‘pop’, off the lights. Ha Ha! Bagus-bagus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Saturday morning, we picked up DJ and his husband at KK Times Square Hotel. Dj’s 5 months pregnant now, sangat comel perutnya tu. Due in September, harap-harap sama birth date dengan auntie Chot. Ngeh ngeh. We went to City Mall, window shopped some more and sent aida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and anak bebi back to their hotels, leaving Dj and his husband at the taxi station for they’re heading to Keningau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dah lama tak dengar kawan-kawan ketawa berabis. Sangat rindu. Sangat best berjumpa dengan rakan-rakan TESL. Nak jumpa lagi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf04llghW3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wOEAY9MG8mY/s1600-h/Copy+of+SDC10282.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331479752251366258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf04llghW3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wOEAY9MG8mY/s320/Copy+of+SDC10282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;@ Jesselton Point&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf03n6PKHQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JAN38uZw-gA/s1600-h/Copy+of+SDC10284.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478692663794946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf03n6PKHQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JAN38uZw-gA/s320/Copy+of+SDC10284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.I.A.N.G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-1047581355297718445?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/1047581355297718445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/off-to-kk-say-hello-teslians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/1047581355297718445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/1047581355297718445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/05/off-to-kk-say-hello-teslians.html' title='Off to KK! Say Hello TESLians!'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf04llghW3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wOEAY9MG8mY/s72-c/Copy+of+SDC10282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-7784743241594936675</id><published>2009-04-30T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:31:32.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Talk About Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you think the proverb ‘beauty lies in the eye of the beholder’ is true, or are there certain norms of beauty? Well, for me…. I’d rather say that it’s 100% true. I have the impression that men with short hair, don’t think too much of themselves, have small pair of eyes, were not vertically challenged (163 is still OK ), funny and a bit childish and ATHLETES were those in the ‘good looking’ section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristotle once said, beauty was a greater recommendation than any letter of introduction, and that’s true. People tend to treat ‘them’ nicely. So, cubalah bercantik-cantik agar anda dilayan dengan hebatnya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-7784743241594936675?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/7784743241594936675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-talk-about-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/7784743241594936675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/7784743241594936675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-talk-about-beauty.html' title='Lets Talk About Beauty'/><author><name>Jill Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211574928974783446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/TJSNUx5UmAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ix_sxvyvqxA/S220/DSC_0060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906401677655769741.post-5694315181938988600</id><published>2009-04-29T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:43:15.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bribe Me. Please :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf0_lfEW9LI/AAAAAAAAABI/_1KXCIykQN8/s1600-h/SDC10248.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331487447104025778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf0_lfEW9LI/AAAAAAAAABI/_1KXCIykQN8/s320/SDC10248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;USBOB's new eyebrow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf09J7RdOSI/AAAAAAAAABA/TxXVpEbnwhM/s1600-h/SDC10226.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;25th April 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;We went to KK on Saturday. He had works to be settled before going back to school. We headed to KK as early as 7am in order to be there before 10am. I picked him at Kee Motor. He was putting away his slippers when he accidentally injured his left brow (terkena bucu pintu ya, terima kasih-thanks to you SUSBOB for hurting my dearest one!) dah berjasa si SUSBOB tu dengan cara mencederakan Azman. Luckily, I was a minor cut, and kehensemannya tetap tidak hilang. PHEWWW.. mati kamu aku cederakan SUSBOB kalau Azman cedera parah. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;Azman sudah hilang mood akibat luka di brownya. He kept his mouth shut all the way to Beaufort. Being a concerned girlfriend, I sang my heart out all the way to cheer him up. Haha. Kesian dia, luka di brow bertambah dengan kesakitan di telinga mendengar suara sumbang. As always, he smiled and complimented me on my singing skills. Ngeh ngeh ngeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;We stopped by at Beaufort for he was craving for some humongous ‘paus’. Later on, we drove our way to KK. After he had settled his works, we went to 1 Borneo to catch Paul Blart : Mall Cop. We’d seen the trailer before, and he was excited to see Kevin James in action. It was hilarious! Credits to Kevin James for being such a funny mall cop. Or it is James Kevin?? Haha. Lupa sudah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I wanted to put stickers on the front window, so we went to Kampung Air. I took a peek at the leather seat in the shop. It would be cool to see it in my car… then, he came and asked me “mau letak leather seat ka? Syg pilih la yang mana syg suka” . and I was like…”tiada wang. Nanti saja a”. He insisted on buying it, so , I wasn’t my fault, right? I was not being a pisau cukur kan?? J . He also bribed me with Liverpool goodies, just to make sure that I will go forLiverpool instead of Arsenal. Hikhik.. Whatever it is, thank you Azman. You rock my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331484774615562530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn7YvUeN97w/Sf09J7RdOSI/AAAAAAAAABA/TxXVpEbnwhM/s320/SDC10226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Fav RockStar :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906401677655769741-5694315181938988600?l=jillazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/feeds/5694315181938988600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/04/early-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/5694315181938988600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906401677655769741/posts/default/5694315181938988600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillazman.blogspot.com/2009/04/early-edition.html' title='Bribe Me. 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