<?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-6201516</id><updated>2011-10-24T12:56:48.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CrAzY about JaY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-114777268515610451</id><published>2006-05-16T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:49:00.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know.i thought getting spat on was the ultimate.i mean, that spit trivialised everything else i ever got before la - bird droppings, spiders, spider webs, ants, peanut sauce.. juz to name a few...but i underestimated my capability to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. coz last friday proved that i could be DARN good at it.there i stood in the packed blue cabin of an SMRT train, drained </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/114777268515610451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/114777268515610451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114777268515610451' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-114252339535357341</id><published>2006-03-16T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:36:35.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quick update.juz have to say that...I BOUGHT HUO YUAN CHIA ALREADY!!!and at a damn good price too!HEE.oh yea. where CAN i get fearless the movie with english subtitles?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/114252339535357341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/114252339535357341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114252339535357341' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-114174037758984876</id><published>2006-03-07T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:17:07.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can someone tell me how is it.. WHY is it... that jay chou makes me melt?i juz found the fearless mv on the net. which is probably slow of me. my sis was telling me to go watch the fearless movie so i can see the mv but hey i don't have a sponsor like she does so..ANYWAY.the mv. the starting was drums, enough for me to sit up and stare wide-eyed with envy... come jay chou's entrance.. back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/114174037758984876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/114174037758984876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114174037758984876' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-114157581876655375</id><published>2006-03-06T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:23:38.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>trivial.so trivial are my problems as compared to hers.all i want is for her to be happy.yet, it may not be as simple as that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/114157581876655375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/114157581876655375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114157581876655375' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-114140021564714377</id><published>2006-03-03T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:36:55.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can it be that music is really this powerful?these past few months i found myself refraining, consciously or subconsciously i don't know, from listening to certain specific songs because of certain specific reasons. but these past few days i found that i've reali missed listening to those certain specific songs and thought hey, maybe those certain specific reasons don't exist anymore and i can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/114140021564714377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/114140021564714377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114140021564714377' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-114036687581294930</id><published>2006-02-20T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:20:43.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a friend told me that he once thought i was someone who worked hard &amp; played hard.he found i was neither......this week, i found i was BOTH.which is really something. coz usually i would either work too hard &amp; not have a life, or play too much &amp; put my work aside. or, as my friend said, neither worked nor played...since its release on thursday, everyone's been asking me. well, at least everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/114036687581294930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/114036687581294930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114036687581294930' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-113914896927176090</id><published>2006-02-05T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:16:10.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i saw this trailer for superband. and i was, wow-ed! haha. especially by that first group with the guy in a cap standing in the centre. i felt my eyes go round like saucers &amp; i was holding my breath listening to them..  their harmonising was, wow!! haha. see, i'm a sucker when it comes to good harmonizing. there's something about voices at different keys blending together that i cannot resist. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113914896927176090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113914896927176090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113914896927176090' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-113785625289656830</id><published>2006-01-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:10:52.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok nvm sis. i came to my own rescue.. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113785625289656830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113785625289656830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113785625289656830' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-113784984040073782</id><published>2006-01-21T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:24:00.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 weeks gone by since jan01, and many more since my last update..yana.. u've been missed too!! =) and yes, my tagboard sucks, sorry abt that.. evn i cant tag, hv to reply to u here... wonder wen my sis is gona come to my rescue. haha.and yes az, u are freaking lucky la. HAHA!!so many things hv happened. so many... -shrugs-lately, i've been visited by a particular image. it's neither haunting, nor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113784984040073782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113784984040073782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113784984040073782' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-113431973508921576</id><published>2005-12-12T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T00:48:55.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let me minus off the workload, outstanding assignments, and that slap on my face.and put together..an esplanade outing with the kids,lina proving that she is by far the most "kecoh" pillion rider i ever had on my bicycle,airport and delifrance,mas, syha and the rex restaurant,pasir ris park and a night's out of basketball,breaking the ice with the neighbours..secret recipe, mccafe and bhangra on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113431973508921576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113431973508921576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113431973508921576' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-113367160432166465</id><published>2005-12-04T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T12:58:53.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>follow-up</title><summary type='text'>they came back from the market, and i told them about the neighbour coming over and showed them the invitation.. surprise surprise, no frowns nor disapproving looks from them.. in fact they reacted like how they would to any normal invitation.. gd sign...left my work to help mum prepare lunch. left my jay chou songs playing. dad took over the computer.. was prepared that my flow of jay songs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113367160432166465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113367160432166465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113367160432166465' title='follow-up'/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-113366538627109590</id><published>2005-12-04T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T11:03:06.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking the wall</title><summary type='text'>something just happened. i juz hv to write about it..juz 5 mins ago, while i was right here typing my assignments, suddenly there was a greeting at the gate. "assalamualaikum!" went a lady's voice, followed immeadiately by a young boy's voice saying the same greeting. first thought, damn why didn't mak &amp; bapak close the door wen they left for the market. not that i didn't want any visitors, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113366538627109590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113366538627109590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113366538627109590' title='breaking the wall'/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-113359465469519369</id><published>2005-12-03T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T12:48:03.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dragon days</title><summary type='text'>this week crawled by like a slug...my colleague and i were trying to put our finger on it, and thought it was due to the holiday programme and not knowing how to kill time. -shrugs-i thought going out after work would speed the week up:like on wednesday night. i had a blast. had dinner with my colleagues to celebrate ym's bday, and here i declare how grateful and lucky i am to have the best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113359465469519369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113359465469519369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113359465469519369' title='dragon days'/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-113190721458533842</id><published>2005-11-14T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T02:42:38.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jay chou</title><summary type='text'>it's 2:30am now.do you know i could hv logged off, shut down the pc, and turned in for the night (or day, whichever you please) 45 mins ago?but no, what did i do? juz sit in this chair of mine, let songs from november's chopin run on my wmp, and sing along to them as i stare at the lyrics on screen.. weird rite? i noe. as if i cant sing another day, another time.. az got a taste of this once. we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113190721458533842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113190721458533842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113190721458533842' title='jay chou'/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-113164548190602633</id><published>2005-11-11T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:58:01.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stressed.worst-est, busiest-est week possibly for me in 2005.on the brink of breaking down.but then i was slapped by the thought that there are people out there who are worse off than i am, than i THINK i am.so shut up liza. the world does not revolve around you.and especially when i look at the people around me who care...i realise there are still things worth smiling for. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113164548190602633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113164548190602633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113164548190602633' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-113082180258836027</id><published>2005-11-01T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T12:50:41.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Ketupats and Numb Butts</title><summary type='text'>it had always been like this: every year as Hari Raya approaches, i have to go through a refresher course with my mum on how to weave a ketupat. evn after the refresher, i used to juz blindly cross the leaves in and out, up and down, top to bottom, and if a ketupat turned out, as my dad would go, "Ala. Fluke." if i got stuck, i'd pass it on to my mum who'd finish it off or disentangle it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113082180258836027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/113082180258836027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113082180258836027' title='Of Ketupats and Numb Butts'/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-112677882418241348</id><published>2005-09-15T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T18:07:04.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, i din lose my wallet. thankfully it remained right where i dropped it - under my chair in the lecture rm where the principal found it the very next morning...interestingly, the above incident has not made me more clingy to my wallet. in fact, i STILL get minor heart attacks every now and then wen i think i've lost/misplaced my wallet. so yes yana, i also duno why i'm becoming more and more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/112677882418241348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/112677882418241348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112677882418241348' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-112593298373701826</id><published>2005-09-05T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:09:43.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hate 2 disturb u but i'm sure i left my wallet under my chair in e lect rm tonite so if u do c it tmr morning wld u pls let me noe n i'll cum by aft work to get it. Sori 4 e trouble but thx ever so much n gd nite.. =)thing is, i dun think my lecturer evn got the above sms i sent out a few mins ago.oh well. let's hv another ferrero rocher to feel better shall we?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/112593298373701826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/112593298373701826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112593298373701826' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-112418538411080855</id><published>2005-08-16T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:08:15.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was lunchbreak. the kids were asleep. i was in class shuffling thru worksheets, half my mind thinking abt having to go home straight after work, when something struck me and my eyes widened in realisation."My mummy not working today!", i blurted out in glee, breaking the silence.my colleague stared at me."Who?""My mummy...""Your mummy?""Ya..""As in, your mummy? Your mother?""Ya..." (starting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/112418538411080855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/112418538411080855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112418538411080855' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111954872472547087</id><published>2005-06-24T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T01:45:24.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a fever is coming on, my head is throbbing, but i'm still here typing assignments...mind over matter, if you don't mind it doesn't matter.i hv to aniw.. it's been all play and no work for me...oh yea my holiday.. nah i wasn't away for THIS long.. was juz lazy to update. and i still am... =)zoo was super fun last sat.. go check out the pics on my friendster profile! heh heh...i got myself into hot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111954872472547087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111954872472547087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111954872472547087' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111814010728582758</id><published>2005-06-07T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:28:27.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>little did i realise that i left home for work this morning w/o my house keys...so i reached home juz now, frowning at my key pouch which would usually be bulging bcoz of 3 sets of keys i keep inside. wen i found that my house keys were not there, i was juz like - shit.seriously, i was too tired to panic. yea i did call back my workplace to ask my colleagues to check if the keys were there. and i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111814010728582758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111814010728582758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111814010728582758' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111791340352289566</id><published>2005-06-05T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T01:58:12.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!why 12th june?! 12th june is SO not a gd date to set off for our holiday!12th june is the wedding of a very dear friend!12th june is the day of F.I.R's LIVE SHOWCASE!! aargh!i've reali been looking forward to the above two.. but i've also reali been looking forward to a real holiday since year 2000... but now that i'm finally going, THIS happens. bluek ah.....friday night, i had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111791340352289566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111791340352289566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111791340352289566' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111615145686986296</id><published>2005-05-15T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T18:04:16.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's official. my brother has no common sense.his shoes got stolen at religious school. and he came home barefooted.need i say more? i need not say more...i think i slept too much..  i got knocked out around 6pm on friday evening, and only woke up at 10plus on saturday morning. after which i fell asleep again from about 2 to 7, and then dozed off again at 9plus, till i woke up at 10plus this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111615145686986296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111615145686986296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111615145686986296' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111556827639260582</id><published>2005-05-08T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T00:14:37.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(a) i no longer have overdue assignments. feels great. feels great to actually have proper weekends, not stuck at the computer typing away. of course there are still oncoming assignments. and i SO will hand them up on time.(b) indulgences.first it was cds and vcds.now it's books. =)(c) i was totally girl today. i had a skirt on. i wore a bracelet and a ring. and i went shopping. and then there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111556827639260582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111556827639260582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111556827639260582' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111461491284218263</id><published>2005-04-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:15:12.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee!!-gleefully hops and spins around like gollum-THREE assignments gone!WHEEE!!!"Go away. And never, come back!"- Gollum, Lord of the Rings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111461491284218263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111461491284218263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111461491284218263' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111432910331418735</id><published>2005-04-24T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:55:13.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i wait for the 5 shared values to be printed.....i really wish i can be at multiple places at one time. as i sit here in front of the computer doing my assignments, i do wish i were also doing the mounting laundry, sweeping the filthy living room floor, vaccuming the dusty carpet in my room, having a proper lunch, going out to spend the weekend like how a weekend ought to be spent...oh yes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111432910331418735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111432910331418735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111432910331418735' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111431239878678677</id><published>2005-04-24T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:15:56.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how i wish i was at muzika extravaganza last night! i enjoyed it very much.. -smilez- it was more than just ruffedge and taufik for me - it was that very lively and vibrant atmosphere. it was, music...howard gardner's multiple intelligence test. i took it twice, both at times far apart enough to show that changes around me, and changes in myself, did not alter the intelligence i scored highest in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111431239878678677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111431239878678677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111431239878678677' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111370277506942934</id><published>2005-04-17T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T09:54:01.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aha! guess who's still awake?ok i did fall asleep on the living room sofa for about 2 hours. and by God's will woke up in time for subuh..but how did the night go by so fast?? all the peace and serenity, accompanied by mere clicking of my typing and songs from the speakers, are all gone now.. because... my dear parents... decided to wake up early in the morning..... TO KARAOKE TO OLD HINDI SONGS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111370277506942934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111370277506942934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111370277506942934' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111366978231258707</id><published>2005-04-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T00:43:02.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here i am again at the stroke of midnight, at the cross-over from saturday to sunday, in front of my computer, battling assignments...will norliza repeat last week's feat of staying up the night?nah, i don't think so.. coz i did it on friday already - stayed up from thursday night till the time i had to get ready for work on friday. so as expected, friday started off crazy for me, coz i had that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111366978231258707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111366978231258707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111366978231258707' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111349663078739159</id><published>2005-04-15T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T00:37:10.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't  because if i do i will fall for you even though i want to  i can't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111349663078739159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111349663078739159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111349663078739159' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111311193410881186</id><published>2005-04-10T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T13:45:34.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow. in the past 1 hour, my mood swung from pissed, to coolness, to angst, to bitterness, and finally to euphoria.. now i'm feeling wat-de-heck.THIS is why i'm called sunny swinger. not after some shagging spy, thank you very much..the extreme mood swings could be, no, must be because i didn't sleep the entire night.i went to sleep friday night, woke up saturday afternoon to bathe and have brunch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111311193410881186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111311193410881186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111311193410881186' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111248671113279168</id><published>2005-04-03T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T08:16:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an unthinkable thing almost happened yesterday - i would have gone out shopping with my boss!unfortunately, it didn't happen.. yes, i said 'unfortunately' because if it were to happen, my boss would have taken my colleagues &amp; i to sim lim square to get a really good deal for this "new toy", so my boss called it.. an all-in-one device that includes an mp3 player, fm radio, voice recorder and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111248671113279168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111248671113279168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111248671113279168' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111194159890558477</id><published>2005-03-28T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T00:39:58.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and this is the part where i panic.it's alreadi this time of the night. i hvn ironed my clothes. i hvn packed my things. and i'm still at the comp typing my assignments.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111194159890558477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111194159890558477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111194159890558477' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111186430080817376</id><published>2005-03-27T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T04:22:41.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that's why i always kinda regret when i put up such a miserable post - i end up worrying my friends.but to those friends, thanks so much...as i juz told vit, basically i'm ok.. but i wldnt say nothing's bothering me. juz can't quite put my finger on what it is.. and i don't know if me being sick has anything to do with it...i guess vit's right. i shouldn't link my being sick to my feelings..but, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111186430080817376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111186430080817376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111186430080817376' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111173146991974856</id><published>2005-03-25T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T14:17:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-groans-i feel, and look, terrible..bet most would know by now abt the growth under my right eyelid. well, just as it was starting to cease, yesterday my right eye started feeling sore. by nightfall (wah 'nightfall' seh.. mcm lotr), a small part of the eyelid was starting to swell..today ladies &amp; gentlemen, i hv a drooping left eyelid.oh ya, i sound terrible too.as if i don't feel pathetic enough</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111173146991974856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111173146991974856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111173146991974856' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111132848707292575</id><published>2005-03-20T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:21:27.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weekend came.macs breakfast. doctor's. assignments. ricky ullman. high on life. taufik. sly. confused. cinderella. disney on ice. ricky ullman. assignments. weird calls. piano. condolences. weird smses. lotr. confused.weekend gone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111132848707292575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111132848707292575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111132848707292575' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-111009176176129861</id><published>2005-03-06T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T14:49:21.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some week it's been for me.for me &amp; my colleagues, we had a series of unfortunate events this whole week at work.. main gate got rammed into by a reversing lorry... 3 out of 5 days we were more short-staffed than usual... and that heart attack bradley gave each &amp; every one of us on wednesday...incidentally, this same week i found a new route to cycle home. well, not exactly found, coz i've always</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111009176176129861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/111009176176129861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111009176176129861' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-110951660995282108</id><published>2005-02-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:03:29.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quick, quick! wat does this sheila on 7 song hv that most of their other songs dun hv??if u've been following my story so far, u wld hv guessed right..yup, trumpets. can u hear them?? heheh...juz now my brother was saying how he doesn't wana become a policeman wen he grows up coz he malas nak kejar orang jahat (lazy to chase the bad guys).. so my dad said takyah kejar ah, lempar batu je (den no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110951660995282108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110951660995282108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110951660995282108' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-110925935629996675</id><published>2005-02-24T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:59:02.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hope it's juz me but, what happened to my orange, striped background?? i cant see it!! where is it??i hv a wad of tissue stuck up my left nostril as i type now. wat to do, it juz won't stop running..waat. unnecessary info u say? well too bad, i happen to want to share that piece of info with u. hah.got the cold after i had my ice-blended pure choc from coffee bean. not the first time it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110925935629996675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110925935629996675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110925935629996675' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-110831166009544032</id><published>2005-02-13T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T01:07:48.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 cheers for my family coz we remembered that it was Iman's bday today!u see, we totally forgot it last year. totally as in we went thru that entire day w/o realising it was Iman's bday. and it onli hit us the next day. and my brother knew it actuali, but he juz kept quiet abt it..but today, not onli did we remember, we bought him a brand new nike waterbottle &amp; went to swensen's at t2 to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110831166009544032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110831166009544032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110831166009544032' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-110778784681229294</id><published>2005-02-07T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T23:27:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-rolls eyes- honestly liza, at the end of the day, all these songs drum in ur head aniw &amp; you too unconsciously hum or sing them. den u start thinking, hey this song's not bad after all...i'm talking, of course, about the songs my bro &amp; sis listen to which they blast on the computer on continuous playback whenever they get the chance to. well u noe wat they say, if u can't beat 'em, join 'em..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110778784681229294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110778784681229294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110778784681229294' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-110709784239341911</id><published>2005-01-30T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T23:10:42.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a great week, a great weekend..now i juz wonder if i'm striking a balance between work &amp; play...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110709784239341911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110709784239341911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110709784239341911' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-110649485557657120</id><published>2005-01-23T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:40:55.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been a looong time since the whole family went out together.so when my father suggested yesterday that we all go cycling at pasir ris park today, i actuali felt so excited. like how a small child can't wait to go out.. was even more happy wen my sis came home frm work last night &amp; said she had no work today. which meant a real family outing was happening.so today, even though somehow the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110649485557657120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110649485557657120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110649485557657120' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-110641694330715376</id><published>2005-01-23T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T02:02:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BUUUTT'S BECOME SO NUUUMB! I CAN'T FEEL IT THERE! BUTT'S BECOME SO NUUUMB! WHEN I TYPE ALL DAY!!onli one resource file down ppl.. just ONE.STILL HV FOUR MORE TO GO!!! -faints-Beginilah nasib diriku yang malang, oh Tuhan... Tak boleh bersenang lenang Berehat sekejap Lecturer meradang Kerja berat sampai buntut tegang.....hahahah..... giler.ok my life ain't as bad as portrayed in my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110641694330715376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110641694330715376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110641694330715376' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-110521992298629796</id><published>2005-01-09T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T05:39:21.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i'm doing my assignments, i know it's time to go when my typing slowly comes to a stop... i stare blankly at the screen... feel my eyes getting heavy... drooping close..... a mini dream or two..... then SNAP! my head snaps backwards/forwards/sideways &amp; i'm jerked rudely out of my sleep.quite a hilarious sight if u saw me. ask my sis or my gfs.these days i can even catch up on sleep on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110521992298629796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110521992298629796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110521992298629796' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-110455982177424104</id><published>2005-01-01T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T14:10:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lunching in front of the computer now: having instant mee goreng with instant japanese crispy chicken.all instant. all bcoz my mum's out since morning &amp; didn't hv time to cook lunch. lucky it's juz me &amp; my bro at home. can't imagine my dad having to stomach instant mee goreng. he'd rather starve..such a shame. at 19 going on 20 i still dunno how to cook. still dunno how to whip up smthing frm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110455982177424104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110455982177424104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110455982177424104' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-110275038123294896</id><published>2004-12-11T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T15:33:01.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fine shake, i'll blog abt something now.btw, is that dee as in diana the neighbour that i rarely see ard my neighbourhood?well since my last post (oct 9! so long liao nvr blog!), i've learnt to skip my breakfast when going to work. instead i'll hv breakfast AT work (when the kids come in, the first thing they do is have their breakfast so i'll just join them)  all bcoz waking up is a torture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110275038123294896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/110275038123294896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110275038123294896' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109731260704365909</id><published>2004-10-09T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T17:03:27.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i woke up at 1 today, i thot.. wah macam dah lama seh tak bangun lambat...when i had my brunch later on (Honey Bunches of Oats with Real Strawberries!!), i thot.. wah macam dah lama seh tak makan breakfast...haha. all because for the past 2 weeks my shifts hv been the 7 or 730 one. had to wake up early, had to skip breakfast so i wldn't be late.. (if u noe me well enuf, u know that no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109731260704365909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109731260704365909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109731260704365909' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109655648476035778</id><published>2004-09-30T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T23:01:24.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CAT IS ONLINE!!!and alreadi i got soo excited! imagine if it was zain or amer. i bet i wld break out in cold sweat, and my fingers wld be shivering more than usual..so aniw, why am i still up.. why liza WHY?? ur going to regret it tmr u noe. ur going to regret it when it's time to wake up, and ur going to regret it when u find urself forcing ur eyes to stay open despite hving a meeting with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109655648476035778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109655648476035778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109655648476035778' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109524668640936061</id><published>2004-09-15T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T19:27:12.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crank up the volume!! coz the song that is playing on my blog now - that should be playing on my blog now - is the song i juz got addicted to...besides my other addictions of "kaseh dan percaya", "bila rindu", "goyang", "tipah tertipu", "tiada lagi cinta" &amp; every other ruffedge song yang sewaktu dengan nye lah, of coz. hehe.but aniw, back to "pulangkan" by misha omar.i hv this thing abt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109524668640936061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109524668640936061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109524668640936061' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109483584975545809</id><published>2004-09-10T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T01:42:28.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>noe wat i like to do at the end of netball practices?the floodlights hv all gone out, my teammates go hit the showers, nad waits patiently for me to finish my stretching..and i will look up, sometimes lie flat on my back, to gaze at God's beautiful creation above... in the dark &amp; quiet, it's juz so peaceful staring at the endless night sky, sprinkled with billions of stars twinkling at you...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109483584975545809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109483584975545809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109483584975545809' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109466507293184822</id><published>2004-09-09T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T01:37:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i shd consider setting myself an alarm.not to wake up.BUT TO REMIND ME TO SLEEP!sleep lah liza, SLEEP!! body clock muz change by nx week!!!ya riiite... as if it can happen that fast.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109466507293184822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109466507293184822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109466507293184822' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109466373998850632</id><published>2004-09-09T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T01:15:39.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i shd consider setting an alarm for myself...not to wake me up.BUT TO REMIND ME TO GO TO SLEEP!!sleep liza, sleep! body clock muz change before nx week!ya rite. as if it can happen that fast...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109466373998850632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109466373998850632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109466373998850632' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109456309301378430</id><published>2004-09-07T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:42:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the last time i watched an Infusion episode, i enjoyed it so much. watching s.maniam learn the rebana frm zubir abdullah was very interesting.so lucky thing my dad joined me in the living room juz now and started switching channels.. i was reading at that time but something on channel newsasia caught my attention. a music video.. guys in hip-hop gear.. rapping.. singing... haha, no it's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109456309301378430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109456309301378430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109456309301378430' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109404709513652804</id><published>2004-09-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:41:40.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ssshhh.....J-ha!Kita lakukan cara yang lamaMarilah nyanyi bersamaYANG ENGSON..... MATE KAJI SEMAR NGISENG.....HEE!are u guys goyang-ing?? goyang-ing juz like how zain was goyang-ing at konsert solo?? *lol*aniw.. The 2nd scavenger hunt for Ruffedge CDs which commenced on 1130h yesterday ended yet again in vain. Undeterred by missing fellow Scout Az, Scouts Liza &amp; Lulu raided into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109404709513652804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109404709513652804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109404709513652804' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109379720448491617</id><published>2004-08-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T00:36:02.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>u noe wat pop-ups are??rude. plain rude that's what they are.it's like a conversation being butted into. ugh. sakit hati.so tmr is monday. whr life starts being idle again. each wk's the same. they start off horribly sluggish. and will onli perk up on fri. netball. and suddenly saturdays &amp; sundays are packed.well now dat my chinese classes are over mayb not so packed lah.. i'll miss li </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109379720448491617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109379720448491617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109379720448491617' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109370771350141947</id><published>2004-08-28T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T23:58:09.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wanted to sleep early noe.but i came to lulu's blog..AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!breathe liza, breathe. inhaaale..... exhaaale..... breathe in...! hold it! breathe out...!so ya as i was tagging on lulu's tagboard. dat pic rite, conFIRM he was looking at me &amp; az one.. coz u see his eyes ah, looking in that direction noe, to the left of lulu where me &amp; az were standing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109370771350141947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109370771350141947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109370771350141947' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109353633321784952</id><published>2004-08-26T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:05:33.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>see shake, i din evn hv to vote. ur david yeo got thru.furthermore, i hv to save my sms-es for the home viewers' contest on Today In Athens. i want, no, NEED that swatch watch!read today's newpaper? ronald's gona propose to jiawei soon. k dats it, we absolutely have to go down on tuesday and personally tell them to invite us to their wedding. heh.i finished reading matilda. no it's not a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109353633321784952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109353633321784952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353633321784952' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109343190121585418</id><published>2004-08-25T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T19:17:02.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the jiwang mode set in since listening to the slam cassette i bought yest. yar, cassette.. finali my dusty old walkman came into use last nite after a long time. found it hidden underneath some stuff on my desk. still working well i muz say.. needed some music to entertain me while hanging three baskets of laundry out in the corridor. wld hv been some other music but too bad me, lulu &amp; az cldnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109343190121585418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109343190121585418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109343190121585418' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109318054693215381</id><published>2004-08-22T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T21:24:25.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm sunburnt. but it's been a long time since i got sunburnt. so i welcome the change. =)or mayb it's juz that whenever negative thoughts want to enter my head throughout this entire day, they are all pushed out by one person. him... i wanted to grumble &amp; groan wen my alarm went off at 5 this morning, but his face and that megawatt grin of his popped into my head, n suddenly i felt light-headed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109318054693215381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109318054693215381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109318054693215381' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109310374546655448</id><published>2004-08-21T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T23:57:23.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dun usuali do this. i'm not the TYPE to do this. but..AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109310374546655448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109310374546655448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109310374546655448' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109302234490873886</id><published>2004-08-21T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T01:19:04.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok correction. she's not "playing her semis tonite". yup in fact it's at 5pm later this evening. which means i can't watch!!oh the other swatch watch is beautiful too. not as beautiful as the orange one of coz but those colourful stripes appeal to me somehow...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109302234490873886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109302234490873886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109302234490873886' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109297488916228796</id><published>2004-08-20T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T12:08:09.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Ronald! Ronald!He's our man!If he can't do it,His girlfriend can!Go..... Jia Wei!"doesn't that cheer juz sum up the whole situation?? ronald was truly an inspiration but was unfortunate to crash out, and now his gf is officially singapore's only hope of getting us an olympic medal..i like her eh. watched her play against the world no.2 on the live telecast early this morning.. i like dat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109297488916228796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109297488916228796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109297488916228796' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-109284199635284985</id><published>2004-08-18T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T00:03:42.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-gasps- i can log in! this is amazing, i can log in!!LOOK, WORLD! I CAN BLOG!! I'M BACK! WOOHOO!!!-laughs hysterically--stops-wait, why am i getting excited? it's not like i noe wat to write. i hvn updated for so long i dun evn noe whr to start.-screws up face to think wat to write abt-well... smthg obviously robbed ronald of his concentration in juz now's match. very disappointing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109284199635284985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/109284199635284985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109284199635284985' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108963778731943624</id><published>2004-07-12T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T21:09:47.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahah.. cannot lah lulu. i also duno why i'm not updating. lazy mayb.. STILL! neeta bum is worse rite? hehe.aargh! ppl are cuming to my hse.. DO THEY NOT KNOW IT'S A COMPLETE WRECK?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108963778731943624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108963778731943624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108963778731943624' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108642568266366615</id><published>2004-06-05T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T00:37:05.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I clap my hands in glee, my body wriggles excitedly, and the grin on my face spreads from one ear to the next.. At 19 years of age, i can tell u i'm pretty much 9 at heart.I'M STILL OVER THE MOON AT HAVING WATCHED HARRY POTTER &amp; THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN!!!!!I said i wldnt read the book prior to watching the movie rite? Well i also made it a point not to read any reviews on the movie. So that i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108642568266366615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108642568266366615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108642568266366615' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108623517747605273</id><published>2004-06-03T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T12:03:35.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harry Potter looks like ---! Harry Potter looks like ---!!!(shake, don't tell)And shake is watching the movie this very instant too!! I'm so jealous! Coz i hv to wait till TOMORROW for my turn..Oh ya shake, do u noe wat i did after we left ur house yest? I PLAYED AT THE PLAYGROUND!! Woohoo! Went on the slide TWICE! It felt so good after not being on one for so many yrs. I was amazed my fat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108623517747605273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108623517747605273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108623517747605273' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108610691480196709</id><published>2004-06-01T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T00:25:53.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm all hyped up for it now. All hyped up for the Prisoner of Azkaban.I watched the Sorcerer's Stone on vcd the same night i finished reading the book. And the following night i found myself watching the Chamber of Secrets. Now to get my mind off having to wait for the actual day i'm going to watch the 3rd installment, i've picked up my copy of the Chamber of Secrets &amp; am reading it again.U </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108610691480196709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108610691480196709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108610691480196709' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108576558237062309</id><published>2004-05-28T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T01:36:25.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smthg interesting happened on my way to my grandma's house today. I was carrying the netball in a net, the strap of the net slung over my shoulder. Overall i must hv looked a weird sight. Bcoz this guy on a motorbike actuali turned his whole head around, AFTER speeding past me, to give me this amused grin. I can still remember the lollipop sticking out the side of his grin. Before i had the time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108576558237062309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108576558237062309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108576558237062309' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108567478013624723</id><published>2004-05-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T00:28:23.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok gotta take dat whole chunk of words back.My sis came home &amp; told me she found out frm her frens dat Azhar DIDN'T make it past the 2nd round of auditions!I'm stumped. Wat happened? How can a gd voice like his not get thru auditions?? Ok ok this is no use. U dun care. U've never heard his voice aniw so how wld u noe dat i'm not juz exaggerating abt how well he sings. Rite? So i shall stop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108567478013624723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108567478013624723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108567478013624723' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108564511536258180</id><published>2004-05-27T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T16:10:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I better write this down lest i forget. It's "My Way".The song frm Usher that i 1st fell in luv with that i've been trying to tell my sister for the past few agonizing weeks is "My Way"!Agonizing coz wenever i think of smthg &amp; try to remember it but can't, i simply refuse to live it down &amp; there'll be this perpetual frown and a faraway gaze on my face while trying to remember wat d hell that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108564511536258180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108564511536258180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108564511536258180' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108541813995473160</id><published>2004-05-24T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T01:16:51.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok it was 35. Coz Joelle didn't turn up for school.35 girls went safely home to their parents. After i threatened to hang them over the lions' enclosure as live bait of coz. Muahahaha...I was as excited as the girls were on the bus ride to the zoo. Of coz i had to act like an adult &amp; keep dat excitement INSIDE.. Well actuali i didn't hv much room for that wen half the time i was trying to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108541813995473160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108541813995473160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541813995473160' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108532379556406065</id><published>2004-05-23T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T22:49:55.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imagine how elated i felt (what with me losing money &amp; all!) wen CHIJ Katong called me on monday to ask me to relief for the ENTIRE week! And it was for a P1 class some more! (Their tchr was hospitalized..) I was excited man. I mean, i had a taste of being a P4 form tchr, so it was time to see what being a P1 form tchr was like...Like hell it was.The noise level, silly squabbles, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108532379556406065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108532379556406065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108532379556406065' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108471207044837723</id><published>2004-05-16T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T20:59:02.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something happens wen i carry big lumps of cash around.I lose them.Like dat day wen me &amp; shake travelled back frm boon lay &amp; upon reaching raffles place i discovered i had lost my purse along with the $80+ inside.. And yest i realised i'd lost the $30+ i withdrew frm the atm the day before. The money was supposed to be in my jeans pocket but even if i'd turn all the pockets inside out it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108471207044837723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108471207044837723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108471207044837723' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108430108858534270</id><published>2004-05-12T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T03:06:04.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YES ADIK, I'VE FINALLY CHANGED MY BLOGSKIN!Woooh!!!I duno abt u ppl, but this skin rocks!!Simple.. Orange.. Striped.. Complemented with d song... I luv it!Hahah! Juz looking at this skin gives me such an upbeat feeling inside!New skin, new beginning perhaps? =)Well speaking of new beginning, thanks shake &amp; az for ur encouraging words of hope and vit for ur free therapy (haha!), even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108430108858534270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108430108858534270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108430108858534270' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108402436251705316</id><published>2004-05-08T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T22:03:39.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shd hv turned dat knob to the max, dammit. Why the hell didn't i do that?! Coz i ALWAYS do that whenever i dub songs.. And poor them, they could barely hear the music what with the crowd cheering them on &amp; all..But hey they did get the crowd laughing with their fun cheer, and wow-ing at their fast &amp; furious stunts. I ESPECIALLY LOVED THE FLOWER Y'ALL!! And bcoz of all dat, evn despite the poor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108402436251705316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108402436251705316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108402436251705316' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108279361963921499</id><published>2004-04-24T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T16:07:47.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh wow. I was reading u ppl's blogs and, xcept for shake's, i hadn't a single clue wat u all were blogging abt.MEET UP AGAIN PLEASE!! I need to noe wat d hell's goin on in u ppl's lives!Lulu &amp; Az are falling back in love it seems.. BUT WITH WHO??!!Neeta's probably GOING to fall in love.. Hehe. And it dun matter dat u wrote such a super-detailed post gf, coz i like details coming to me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108279361963921499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108279361963921499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108279361963921499' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108213457863905121</id><published>2004-04-16T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T01:03:31.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's it man. There's reali no denying it this time: I'm officially the girl who keeps on getting weird stuff on her.I was sitting harmlessly, innocently, daintily (ok mayb we shd cut that last adverb out) at the interchange berth juz now waiting for my feeder bus wen suddenly, "Yikes!", i felt smthg crawling up my arm..Incy wincy spider crawled up Norliza's armWhoosh! came her breath and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108213457863905121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108213457863905121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213457863905121' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108203877739410122</id><published>2004-04-15T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:47:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To answer neeta's sms (sorry gf, cldnt reply u asap coz i was in class), nope i hv not received any offer frm any of the unis. I mean, reality check: my application's probably still at the rock bottom of the bottomless pit of applications, and has yet to be considered, let alone an offer! Haha.Dun wori ppl, i'm juz being realistic.But ms shaikhah shd hv gotten an offer rite? Wat with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108203877739410122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108203877739410122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108203877739410122' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108187127942645215</id><published>2004-04-13T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T00:05:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sighz..... powerweb buat hal.....I'm sick. And there goes my Apa Saja.But lucky got this song.. I love it juz the same. It's so... sayu.And while i've been loving this song since way back when, my sis onli recently came to know of it. And then her frens. So now FINALLY her generation knows it. And likes it. Coz u noe y? Coz some new artiste sang it. -rolls eyes-It's alwiz been like dat. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108187127942645215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108187127942645215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108187127942645215' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108170279536313950</id><published>2004-04-11T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T01:45:38.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I now hv 2 new additions to my autograph bk - Hazrul Nizam's &amp; Ferhad's. Not that i'm real big fans of them though...But, between the two, i care more abt Hazrul's autograph of coz.BUT! Between the two, he HAD to be the one to spell my name wrong.BUT!!! I'm still glad &amp; grateful to hv their autographs..Coz i remember dat time i met azmeen. Ugh. I can't beLIEVE i let him walk past without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108170279536313950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108170279536313950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108170279536313950' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108126971502625395</id><published>2004-04-06T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T00:52:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I read my last post and realised.. THAT I SHD JUZ SHUT UP AND STOP COMPLAINING!That instead of fussing over the pathetic state i'm in, i shd actuali DO something abt it. U noe, TAKE actions. MAKE things happen.. Remember liza, actions speak louder than words! U even took photos with "the legend" who said that... (ok onli those who noe who i'm talking abt, will noe who i'm talking abt. haha.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108126971502625395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108126971502625395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108126971502625395' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108108852289127793</id><published>2004-04-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:25:45.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother got a new bike! Noe wat dat means?I CAN USE IT!Muahahaha...C'mon, we're family wat... For your things are my things, and my things are, um, MY things!Muahahaha...I'm exhausted, sober-ish &amp; looney all at once. So PLS excuse me.I realize. Dat i've been living this idle, couch-potato life for 4 mths now. FOUR MONTHS! How did i get here?? I shd get an award man. Ya i do odd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108108852289127793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108108852289127793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108108852289127793' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108100777941398674</id><published>2004-04-03T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T00:14:33.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since The King &amp; I is onli going to be aired nx saturday, let's feature another song in the meantime. And that song is.......ARE YA READY KIDS?Aye, Aye, Captain!I CAN'T HEAR YOU...Aye, Aye, Captain!!!OHHHHH.....WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA?Spongebob Squarepants!ABSORBENT AND YELLOW AND POROUS IS HE!Spongebob Squarepants!IF NAUTICAL NONSENSE BE SOMETHING YOU WISH!Spongebob </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108100777941398674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108100777941398674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108100777941398674' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108049213231058831</id><published>2004-03-29T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T01:41:43.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I couldn't stop smiling last night as i allowed myself to be completely taken in by the picturesque scenes, beautiful melodies &amp; heartwarming plot of none other than one of the most popular all-time musical favourites, The Sound of Music!THE HILLS ARE ALIIIIIVE... WITH THE SOUND OF MUUUSIIIIIC...WITH SONGS THEY HAVE SUNG... FOR A THOUSAND YEEEAAARS...THE HILLS FILL MY HEAAART... WITH THE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108049213231058831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108049213231058831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108049213231058831' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-108005660675760971</id><published>2004-03-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T23:49:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm finally done. Took more than 6 hrs settling all those online applications. Ok of coz i din like camp my butt out in front of the comp for dat long - it stretched over 6 hrs.. No actuali if u wana talk abt stretch, it's evn longer than that. The whole face-scratching, hair-pulling, decision-making process started yesterday.Ur aware of coz dat i'm indecisive. N take a long hard time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108005660675760971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/108005660675760971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108005660675760971' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107935157275498938</id><published>2004-03-15T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T20:57:32.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok i'm officially obsessed with the korean mtv.Thanks lulu for bringing it into my life..Aniw, once i'm obsessed with smthing, nothing stops me from doing anything &amp; everything to find out more abt it. And dats precisely wat happened - now i can even sing along to it, not juz hum! ^_^At first, i thot it was juz one girl singer belting out the whole song. Then i found out that it's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107935157275498938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107935157275498938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107935157275498938' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107892450328945013</id><published>2004-03-10T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:23:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-chuckles- I can imagine ur exasperation, ppl. Even *I* laugh to myself wen i cum here and am greeted by that same opening piano chords of "The Scientist", and those first few words "It feels like only yesterday...". haha.Hey i din see it coming either. I thot i was juz going to relief Mdm Tien for 3 days. But her MC got extended &amp; now i'm officially in-charge of her form class TILL THE END OF </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107892450328945013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107892450328945013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107892450328945013' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-10779723742740122</id><published>2004-02-28T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T20:54:31.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It feels like only yesterday i stepped out of the hall after dat final paper - my brain released frm imprisonment &amp; my soul freed frm worries, until the day the results would come out...Apparently, time flies.And while others are blogging abt their fears &amp; worries abt the upcoming results, &amp; dat watever time there is left to enjoy is increasingly less, well let's juz say dat the thoughts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/10779723742740122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/10779723742740122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10779723742740122' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107754881182804421</id><published>2004-02-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T23:09:38.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a taste of wat d Blue guy might hv felt wen neeta came up to him &amp; said "I love you" to his face.Except in my case, the i-love-you's came in the form of writing scrawled across mini whiteboards, coming frm primary 1 kids.. GIRLS, to be exact.Haha. Kids. U either luv 'em or u don't.Either way, they nvr fail to amuse u. ^_^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107754881182804421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107754881182804421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107754881182804421' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107737152438352518</id><published>2004-02-21T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:54:48.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok fine. Got rid of Captain Planet. But i'm sure deep down in each of ur little hearts, u all were secretly enjoying every second of it! N u'll be thanking me one day, wen all memories of Captain Planet will be wiped away frm the face of this earth, that for one moment i had relived Captain Planet in each of u!! The power is yours!So playing now is my song in season. Um, dat means the song i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107737152438352518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107737152438352518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107737152438352518' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107700419955852564</id><published>2004-02-17T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T16:11:18.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother juz asked me for my hair wax. N i'm readily giving it to him coz ever since i bought it, i onli used it like twice n it's been lying dormant in my dressing table drawer. But that's besides the point - my little brother is using hair wax. He's combed it in dat way such dat his hair's all spiked up at the front now. N he's wearing his school shorts not at his waist but, yea u guessed it,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107700419955852564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107700419955852564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107700419955852564' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107685906671763933</id><published>2004-02-15T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T23:35:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The irony of it all was, there was no makeup. Not even a single word on it.So az, sorry i can't tell u wat foundation to use so ur face won't look oily.. shake, u wanted useful tips? sorry, no can do.. and looks like masturah is spared frm being transformed into a clown by me after all..Oh and lulu (plus everyone else for dat matter), guess u'll be seeing more of the usual me with no makeup!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107685906671763933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107685906671763933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107685906671763933' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107668627405811963</id><published>2004-02-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T23:34:35.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took this Quizilla quiz. Juz for d heck of it. And look at d result..Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) which secondary school (singapore) should you be in? brought to you by QuizillaI mean, wat d toot rite?? =/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107668627405811963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107668627405811963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668627405811963' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107667048044628255</id><published>2004-02-13T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T19:10:33.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Omg wats all this commotion abt?! ...Blue?? tsk, tsk, tsk...So lulu. How long do u reckon we hv to put up with this? I mean, azreen duncan-ing, neeta's hysterics at getting kissed, &amp; shake's ear-piercing scream.. Sheesh i can hear u guys frm here!Yup lulu. I guess we juz hv to be the sane ones as usual, juz like dat time at fullerton. haha. Still rem dat day man. It's an interesting sight if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107667048044628255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107667048044628255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107667048044628255' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107659203178804724</id><published>2004-02-12T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:28:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My, my, this calls for a celebration - nvr before had i wrote a post dat generated so much response on my tagboard! N yes shake, roll on the floor if u like...But seriously ppl, it's nothing!! U all are making it sound like it's something so out-of-this-world.. (um, ok me going for a makeup course *is* a something-so-out-of-this-world. haha..) I mean, thank u all for getting excited for me, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107659203178804724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107659203178804724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107659203178804724' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107641601954053186</id><published>2004-02-10T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T20:31:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got this e-mail abt horoscopes. Very interesting indeed how some things are coincidentally true &amp; how others are juz plain absurd. haha. Check out these excerpts..."As Aries rules the head and the face, she will always be particular about her makeup..." (me?? makeup?!)"She can be a bit selfish at times; she sure won't like to exchange clothes with a younger sister..." (well that's bcoz I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107641601954053186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107641601954053186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107641601954053186' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107624721934433369</id><published>2004-02-08T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T21:39:35.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shake told me once dat most of the things dat appear in ur dreams come frm ur sub-conscious.So if smthg ends up in my sub-conscious, it actually says a lot abt that smthg doncha think?? I mean dat smthg actuali goes thru my head.. runs thru my mind... faaar frm me realising it!And especially if dat smthg starts entering my dreams, not juz one night but TWO nights! In a row, mind u.. Dat's GOT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107624721934433369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107624721934433369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107624721934433369' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107600382885626208</id><published>2004-02-05T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T02:25:32.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess wat?? I juz entered myself in the Miss Singapore Universe 2004 pageant!!! Woohoo! Isn't that like the coolest thing ever??AND ISN'T THAT THE MOST RIDICULOUS THING U WLD EVER HEAR ME DO?Sigh. The extent to which i hv to perk myself up in my ever so monotonous life.Unless i go out for the occasional meet-ups with frens or go for practices (evn THOSE days are numbered.. at least for now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107600382885626208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107600382885626208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600382885626208' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6201516.post-107539256136669069</id><published>2004-01-29T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T00:17:23.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>U noe dat feeling u get wen u feel a couple of ants crawling up ur hand? Imagine if u were to multiply that number of ants by, say, a hundred..I noe someone who doesn't hv to imagine it: me.BCOZ I ALREADY FELT IT!Ya i noe. Eeeww!! I was innocently taking in the laundry frm outside and juz before i was abt to step into the hse, something caught my eye. I din noe wat it was at first. Juz </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107539256136669069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6201516/posts/default/107539256136669069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azilron.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107539256136669069' title=''/><author><name>LiZA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
