<?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-8486574895220708888</id><updated>2012-02-12T23:16:12.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pls Hear Me [-_-]</title><subtitle type='html'>Hear Me, Judge Me, Love Me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-5570809154239216746</id><published>2012-02-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T23:04:28.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married or not you should read this...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;read this story on d net n&amp;nbsp;m not sure if this is a true story or not but i think its worth to share. Jom baca :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed-dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6jxgD16Quw/TzfUgNPd1MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BuV6KUlzu3M/s1600/happy-family-cartoon-illustra-vector.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6jxgD16Quw/TzfUgNPd1MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BuV6KUlzu3M/s320/happy-family-cartoon-illustra-vector.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;P/S:&amp;nbsp;We can make a difference :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-5570809154239216746?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/5570809154239216746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2012/02/married-or-not-you-should-read-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/5570809154239216746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/5570809154239216746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2012/02/married-or-not-you-should-read-this.html' title='Married or not you should read this...'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6jxgD16Quw/TzfUgNPd1MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BuV6KUlzu3M/s72-c/happy-family-cartoon-illustra-vector.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-6474773947333733755</id><published>2012-02-02T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T01:00:02.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCm1xW6bnso/Tylt7kwlBGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wmQpRScPi4E/s1600/i_love_myself_and_thats_all_that_matters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCm1xW6bnso/Tylt7kwlBGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wmQpRScPi4E/s200/i_love_myself_and_thats_all_that_matters.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im nobody, im only me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imperfect n not too direct&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me any funniest things n m sure laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously m not kidding coz it is one of&amp;nbsp;d&amp;nbsp;finest thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up in d morning everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna keep my body fresh n get that smell away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gone to work with my Bumblebee'ing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ure my driving wheel n my darl' ling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having a wonderful life is 1 of a gud thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never take things for granted n owez keep smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Live ur life in ur own way&amp;nbsp;n pls dont forget to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;U will find sumday, ol gud things will coming ur way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;n thats ol i wanted to say.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Life is gud, rite??﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-6474773947333733755?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/6474773947333733755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2012/02/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/6474773947333733755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/6474773947333733755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2012/02/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCm1xW6bnso/Tylt7kwlBGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wmQpRScPi4E/s72-c/i_love_myself_and_thats_all_that_matters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-9003442473334051670</id><published>2012-01-29T03:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T04:12:48.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got It Really Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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P/S: Dis song doesnt mean anytin much to me n&amp;nbsp;x de kene mengene dgn my life&amp;nbsp;pun but m jez dunno y m&amp;nbsp;kip on&amp;nbsp;loving it..HAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-9003442473334051670?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/9003442473334051670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-got-it-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/9003442473334051670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/9003442473334051670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-got-it-bad.html' title='I Got It Really Bad'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-998881816358733445</id><published>2012-01-08T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:19:14.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of d Right Path n d TRUTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;I've been suggested dis site from a gud fren of mine n&amp;nbsp;this is a&amp;nbsp;very gud documentary coz there are many hidden secrets u may&amp;nbsp;gain from there. Click d url n enjoy watching. I strongly advise u guys&amp;nbsp;to watch from d beginning episode n u'l hv a&amp;nbsp;clear understanding..Enjoy watching, u`ll hv nuthin to lose :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.wakeupproject.com/"&gt;http://www.wakeupproject.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Sharing is CARING :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-998881816358733445?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/998881816358733445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-search-of-d-right-path-n-d-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/998881816358733445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/998881816358733445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-search-of-d-right-path-n-d-truth.html' title='In Search of d Right Path n d TRUTH'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-2835738839567229195</id><published>2011-09-11T04:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:07:20.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adawiyah Iman :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ol0QcpOaqNw/Tmu-jo3tOUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3LWJmLcwLZk/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ol0QcpOaqNw/Tmu-jo3tOUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3LWJmLcwLZk/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D day we`ve all been patiently waiting for already came on 24th august when my lovely, cuttie niece was&amp;nbsp;born in dis world. Her name is Adawiyah Iman, born in a holy month of Ramadhan and in Japan. She is d first grandchildren to my family, that`s y her arrival is sumting that we cant really wait and it is sumting special. She looks alike my bro and my mum oso said she looks so much like my bro when my bro was a small&amp;nbsp;little baby.&amp;nbsp;Her nose is just like my bro n my mum, she has&amp;nbsp;a pair of beautiful eyes, and she&amp;nbsp;looks very smart in her own way.&amp;nbsp;I also&amp;nbsp;think my wonderful mother was just like adawiyah as a child. When m thinking&amp;nbsp;about her, I&amp;nbsp;always watching videos of her thru d net n downloading ol of it in my lappy so i can watch how cute she is&amp;nbsp;together with my mum. My mum oso ask me to put adawiyah`s pic as a wallpaper&amp;nbsp;in her phone, so she can see n kiss her grandchildren every single day n she`s still doing it until now. She wil b back to malaysia in dis early october together with her nanny, my bro and my sis in law. We have planned sumting, an aqiqah, sumting&amp;nbsp;like a feast for adawiyah after she's back to malaysia and my mum wanted it to be grand&amp;nbsp;n remembered since she is the only grandchildren of her for now. Yes,&amp;nbsp;her birth is indeed one of d greatest tings happened in our life and in our family.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;hope that&amp;nbsp;she will be a&amp;nbsp;wonderful daughter to her parent, a very gud person, and a good leader. Adawiyah Iman, a beautiful name as her and it definitely has a beautiful meaning as well and may ol&amp;nbsp;d beauty always colors d life of urs. We luv u so much.. xoxo.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: A beautiful song for a beautiful baby girl like u :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/1MwjX4dG72s"&gt;http://youtu.be/1MwjX4dG72s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-2835738839567229195?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/2835738839567229195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2011/09/adawiyah-iman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/2835738839567229195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/2835738839567229195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2011/09/adawiyah-iman.html' title='Adawiyah Iman :)'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ol0QcpOaqNw/Tmu-jo3tOUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3LWJmLcwLZk/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-9115806505602190332</id><published>2011-01-10T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T01:14:57.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.I.L.O.G II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/TSnsJFmhH5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/_0MZgeL3KQU/s1600/thumbnailCAWCJ22K.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/TSnsJFmhH5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/_0MZgeL3KQU/s320/thumbnailCAWCJ22K.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langit yang tinggi terlalu sukar untuk ku gapai..&lt;br /&gt;Sinar matahari dan bulan memberi cahaya untuk ku berlari dalam kegelapan..&lt;br /&gt;Hujan yang turun bagaikan emas yang menaburi ke seluruh pelosok mahligai..&lt;br /&gt;Dan pelangi petang yang datang merungkai rahsia simbolik 'Oh! indahnya sungguh ciptaan tuhan'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di hari siang yang tenang, termanggu ku sendirian...&lt;br /&gt;Memikirkan episod demi episod baru yang bakal mendatang..&lt;br /&gt;Adakah hari esok bakal memberikan satu lagi kedamaian yang berpanjangan..&lt;br /&gt;Harapan yang menggunung adakalanya menyiksakan..&lt;br /&gt;Penantian demi penantian yang berakhir dengan kekecewaan..&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu berat menanggung bebanan memori&amp;nbsp;pahit yang kian usang..&lt;br /&gt;Terasa sunnguh penat menanti sang arjuna yang masih tidak kunjung datang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika pun kau hadir hanyalah sementara sebagai peneman di kala hati kekosongan..&lt;br /&gt;Syukur ku masih ku panjatkan kerana aku tahu aku tidak kesepian..&lt;br /&gt;Untuk ku menempuh ranjau hidup sambil disulami kisah cinta puitis, ilusi atau khayalan..&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun ku tahu hadirmu pasti memberi satu lagi episod baru penuh kelukaan.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:&amp;nbsp;Dalam panas ku menadah gerimis.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-9115806505602190332?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/9115806505602190332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2011/01/epilog-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/9115806505602190332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/9115806505602190332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2011/01/epilog-ii.html' title='E.P.I.L.O.G II'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/TSnsJFmhH5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/_0MZgeL3KQU/s72-c/thumbnailCAWCJ22K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-741945069924844847</id><published>2010-03-25T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:18:27.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newborn~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/S6pNdqdiEfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XFlgf2O1vN8/s1600/Mohd+amin+bin+mohd+faoruz+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/S6pNdqdiEfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XFlgf2O1vN8/s200/Mohd+amin+bin+mohd+faoruz+2.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited and m very gratefully indeed d moment i heard my very-close-kuz (along)'s wife oredi delivered a baby boy on saturday, 20th March ard 12pm. Abt 1 n half week before his delivery, his mum admitted to hospital for a several times due to sum complications on her pregnancy. Pergh, so happening beb..at 1st, thought baby nak kuar dah coz ikutkan bln 3 memang dah due, so anytime je baby leh kuar, tp x jadi.. Doc suruh balik umah coz according to him, the time (delivery) hasnt come yet. Then, baby ni wat gempak lagi kali ke-2 n d result is stil d same, makes everyone around get panic n kip waiting..n finally the moment that we are waiting for has come n m fel not okay coz m not there to celebrate..Distance is one of d reason, sum more i hv to attend a wedding on that day..Nak blk hari ahad mcm x best plak sbb x kan nk blk melaka jez for a day. So i decide to go bck to my hometown a week later which is on dis friday..So i hv two extra more days with Mohd Amin..that is his name..n also two extra more days with my other relatives including my atuk n nenek..Pity my bro, cannot go back dis wik with me n my mum coz nk attend kursus kawen, but he already bought sumting for baby amin n m really cant wait to c him n hold him. Hm..How he looks like? When i received his picture from his father through mms, a day after his delivery, i cant described my feeling, he is so cute (well, baby mana yg x cute, haha) he look alike his father, hidung terpatuk, quite long eye brow, n bile tgk pic die, in ur heart says, budak ni cerdik la..everybody says dat, n so my mum..n to end dis entry, my quick message to u baby amin:&amp;gt;&amp;gt; We welcome u to dis world with happy heart. I wish n pray for all the good things comes into ur life..Ur born is a one of a proud to ur dad`s family n one of a joy in our descendant. Meet me dis friday, ur Busu mai (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Jom layan lagu bwh, 1 of my favourite song before dis band (creed) split dgn vokalis die..Sedih&amp;nbsp; beb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HdGUNm6-qI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HdGUNm6-qI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-741945069924844847?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/741945069924844847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2010/03/newborn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/741945069924844847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/741945069924844847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2010/03/newborn.html' title='Newborn~~~'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/S6pNdqdiEfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XFlgf2O1vN8/s72-c/Mohd+amin+bin+mohd+faoruz+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-5462397767691034615</id><published>2010-03-07T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T01:53:44.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Me...</title><content type='html'>In dis entry, nak share sumting abt one of my interests..&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Music&amp;lt;&amp;lt; Y so?? coz m so addicted into music..Every types of music i layan je except dangdut..huhu..n d best part here, I love to listen songs dat most gurls hate most&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;ROCK&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt; &lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;Bands like Muse, SOAD, Nirvana, Metallica, Audioslave these bands are my favourite..Honestly i dun really listen to ol their songs, m oso dun buy their CD-s, i just download lagu dieorg yg i betul2 minat kt iMesh n Limewire..free lagi..huhu..n one ting,,i hv a very bad habit when m on d road, suke pasang lagu kuat2 smp rase leh pecah speaker..tu yg everytime anta keta utk service, speaker mst ade prob..huhu..but i oly do tat when im all alone in my car..m oso interested into slow music played by dido, celine dion, lenka, n the cranberries,,well i luv them much much n much..when im into problems or i hv nuthing to do, my ears will start working..pity them..hehe..Below are my top 10 list, so u guys better check it out...&lt;/why&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;The Cranberries - Linger&lt;/why&gt;&lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;, Dreams, Ode To My Family&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;Dido - Here With Me, White Flag&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;Nirvana - The Man Who Sold The World, Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;Audioslave - Like A Stone, I Am The Highway&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;Muse - Starlight, Unintended, New Born&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;My Chemical Romance - Disenchanted, The Black Parade, I Dont Love You, Cancer&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;SOAD - Atwa, Chop Suey&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;Celine Dion - I Love You&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;Metallica - The Unforgiven&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;Lenka - Trouble is A Friend, The Show&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;why a="" coz="" eventho="" gives="" hard="" i="" it="" it??="" like="" loud..bands="" me="" mind="" n="" of="" peace="" sounds=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/why&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-5462397767691034615?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/5462397767691034615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2010/03/pieces-of-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/5462397767691034615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/5462397767691034615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2010/03/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of Me...'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-2743109955513345100</id><published>2010-01-03T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:47:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010, Welcome to d Year of New Vision and New Exploration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/S0Bl4imjvKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7v2sFz675lY/s1600-h/new+year%27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/S0Bl4imjvKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7v2sFz675lY/s320/new+year%27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous year, I was one of d unhappiest lads in my town..I hd tough time with my job, my finances sucks...I despised my gr8 motto coz I failed to accomplish ol of them..Back to that year,everyday afta finished working, I came home each nite with a bad headache-fed by dissapointment, worry, bitterness, n rebellion..I was rebelling bcoz d pressure dat I brought from d office. M totally wired with my job at dat point of time. So I made my final decision..I QUIT!!! coz I think dis decision wil completely altered my future. I knew i hd everyting to gain n nuthin 2 lose by giving up d job i despised. I was once interested in making a lot of money, but I wasn`t interested in making a lot of living..n now I`ve realised dat money doesn`t give me d happiness tat I wan in life..I`m so blessed dat m still breathing until now n I always seek 4 guidance n pray to the almighty ALLAH for me to be a better person for every single day..n from now on, m oredi made a plan..In dis year of 2010, I hv sum gud plans tat pops in my head n m gonna get it done no matter what..I m d master of myself, so I`ll do what I wanna do as long as it gives me strength, joy, confident n etc..I welcome dis new year of 2010 as a year of New Vision n Exploration n&amp;nbsp;its time to say gudbye to d year of frustration n depression..Live d life to d fullest before it is too late. Well,,,,it is never too late............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/S0Bm8kKRmnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/sv_22Gdc5Iw/s1600-h/smilee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P/S:&amp;nbsp;Take d power to choose wat u wanna do n do it well, take d power to luv wat u wan in life n luv&amp;nbsp; it&amp;nbsp;honestly n take d power to make ur life happy..This life is urs n it begins every single day...... (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-2743109955513345100?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/2743109955513345100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-welcome-to-d-year-of-new-vision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/2743109955513345100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/2743109955513345100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-welcome-to-d-year-of-new-vision.html' title='2010, Welcome to d Year of New Vision and New Exploration...'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/S0Bl4imjvKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7v2sFz675lY/s72-c/new+year%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-2571724725053873096</id><published>2009-12-08T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:20:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long..</title><content type='html'>Im sorry my bucuk coz I didnt write on ur wall for a long time. Dis is due to my unlimited time on the net. Im miss U so much n I promise U that I`ll be here very soon n I`ll write on ur wall more often. M so sleepy rite now and Im so sorry coz I`ve to go to bed now dear. 2moro I`ve to wake up early coz I dun want to get myself stuck in the heavy traffic. So I`ll be back in a few days time n within that time pls be good ok. Dun let any viruses attacks U coz I dun want U to fall sick. Da......Mmuaahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Above message is dedicated to my blog. Well,they have feelings too...Huahuahua..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-2571724725053873096?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/2571724725053873096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/2571724725053873096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/2571724725053873096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-so-long.html' title='After so long..'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-5913224618363124627</id><published>2009-10-20T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:04:26.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Better To B Safe Rather Than To B Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/St1uTse-fqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cDjY0gZAvbg/s1600-h/300px-SnatchThieves003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394589213297376930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/St1uTse-fqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cDjY0gZAvbg/s400/300px-SnatchThieves003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/St1uTse-fqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cDjY0gZAvbg/s1600-h/300px-SnatchThieves003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we all know, there have been many reports of criminal issues in our country for every single day and d most popular ones is snatch theft. What made i concern about snatch theft is becoz of most of d victims are among women and tragically many of the victims died and quite a number of them suffering major injuries which caused them to total permanent disability. A friend of mine has been into this tragedy and luckily she didnt suffers any injuries. That incident located at Putra LRT n her total loss, is approximately around 500 bucks. Eventhough the case has been reported few hours after that incident, the police cant do anyting and she has been told by them that the chances to get back all her bellongings is very slim. So, here I can share with u guys an approriate actions on how to prevent it to be happened and some preventive measures that we should take into account... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be careful of persons who follow or distract you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrange for someone to escort you when returning home late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid wearing expensive jewellery or carrying large amount of cash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid short cuts through dark or deserted area&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carry your handbag in front of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always walk facing oncoming traffic if possible and hold the handbag on the side away from the motorists. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other ways,,,,,,,,, lu pikirla sendiri!!!!!!!!!!!! Kuang kuang kuang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Money can make us 'blind'......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-5913224618363124627?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/5913224618363124627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-better-to-b-safe-rather-than-to-b.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/5913224618363124627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/5913224618363124627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-better-to-b-safe-rather-than-to-b.html' title='Its Better To B Safe Rather Than To B Sorry'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/St1uTse-fqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cDjY0gZAvbg/s72-c/300px-SnatchThieves003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-6117843337819167694</id><published>2009-08-29T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:49:10.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Is Passion!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SpvuEKOAvjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d45HiHlsH9U/s1600-h/love_bal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376152335426829874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SpvuEKOAvjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d45HiHlsH9U/s400/love_bal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arini tibe2 je minda n jari bekerja nk wat entry pasal bola..huhu..actually, im into dis 'passion' since i was a kid..Match bola yang pertama ditonton mase tu antara selangor dgn team mane ntah n at dat time im at d age of 8 or 9 kot..mase tu mmg mcm blur sket la tgk bola ni,mcm boring pun ade, tgk bola disepak sana, disepak sini..but then ven i saw d excitement dat my late father had while watched d match, m fel interested to b part into dis game til i heard d word Gggooooolllllll!!! Well, I cant described my feeling at dat point of time,but automatically i felt dat im part into dat glory too..Name2 player selangor yg popular mase tu yg masih diingat lg, name2 mcm azman adnan, mehmet durakovic, itu jela yg aku ingat, selebihnya x tau..hehe..So, 1st team yg tsangkut di hati ialah team selangor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hwever,during my childhood time,m not dat so fanatic abt football, n m nt dat supportive enuff to selangor team, coz ol my frens at dat time didnt like football..they are more interested to do what our-aged used to do in our childhood time [play teng teng, batu seremban, paper dolls, baling selipar, roller blade, cycling,n etc] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, selepas beberapa tahun kemudian, bile kaki dah melangkah ke alam sekolah menengah, ven i was d age of 15, mase tu dunia tgh femes dgn world cup 1998. Names like beckham, owen, batistuta, del piero, ronaldo, ariel ortega, n etc mmg popular la mase tu. Team yg disupport mase tu plak argentina, n player dihati mase tu plak, gabriel batistuta. Snggup bangun awl2 pg k, jz untk tgk argentina men, sedangkan pagi tu nak gi sekolah.huhu..Mase tu igt lg, argentina berjaya mengalahkan england, n mse tu beckham dipersalahkan peminat england sbb kna red akibat 'sedikit perselisihan faham' dgn simieone..haha..pity u becks...Nak diceritakan, mase world cup 98, kiteorg sanggup buat 1 buku utk world cup 98 n inside dat books,we filled up wit d name of ol players according to their countries. Siap kaler2 lg buku2 tu dgn kaler LUNA..actually, kaler LUNA tu dibeli utk peta minda yg cikgu suruh buat, tp lain yg disuruh lain yg dibuat..huhu..tp mmg seronokla bila belek2 buku tu..But then, ol d gud moments end when d world cup 1998 hd met its deadline..However my interests to argentina n batisuta has never end at dat time. So i stil 'kip in touch' wit them walaupun x la fanatik sgt pun. While im stil supporting argentina, another gud names wit gud skills cames out&gt;&gt;crespo, aimar, n yet i stil like both of them too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After several years, ven i did my diploma, i`ve finally found my true-endless-relationship wit dis team &gt;&gt;CHELSEA&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt; but there are few ppl wit no values called my darling chelsea wit these bad names&gt;&gt;chelsick, chelsuck, chelsial..huhu..normal la tu, x puas hati la kate kan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'We first met' kat bilik TV asrama kolej..Mase tu melepak sambil2 study dgn member, dia pun minat bola gak, so Tuhan mmg maha adil coz dipertemukan lagi dgn member yg gila bola jgk, so x la aku boring..hehe..mase tgh study tu dengan jiwa yg sangat kusut menghafal, tangan plak menggatal menukar2 channel sehinggalah tertekan channel match bola..so mase tu, tertengok la kami dgn match chelsea lawan team mane ntah, menyebabkan buku di tangan dilemparkan ke bawah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi, 'pertemuan' di bilik tv asrama telah 'menyatukan kami' sehinggalah sekarang..biarpun kata2 khianat,benci, n busuk dari org sekeliling yg sentiasa mencemburui kehebatan chelsea dihamburkan, tp Chelsea My Darling tetap steady..huhu..so pls..dun let dis feeling gone, let it be inside of me til d end of my life............I LUV CHELSEA............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: One of my fren said, no one (man) like kaki bola (girl)..Is it true..???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-6117843337819167694?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/6117843337819167694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/08/football-is-passion.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/6117843337819167694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/6117843337819167694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/08/football-is-passion.html' title='Football Is Passion!!!!!'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SpvuEKOAvjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d45HiHlsH9U/s72-c/love_bal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-8119216319044461256</id><published>2009-08-16T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:46:54.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.I.L.O.G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SofiPDPcD1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/mdH4dqUqFnA/s1600-h/1fx-cUuUm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370509828858580818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SofiPDPcD1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/mdH4dqUqFnA/s400/1fx-cUuUm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STUCK IN BETWEEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hidup adalah satu cabaran perjalanan antara suka dan duka, ia ibarat wayang gambar dimana kita adalah pelakon di atas satu pentas dunia. Kekadang diri tidak merasa puas menikmati hidup yang terasa amat singkat. Ingin sekali rasanya berbalik kepada kehidupan yang lampau, mengubah apa yang perlu diubah, dan membuat perkara yang harus dibuat. Hmm, ternyata penyesalan hanyalah satu keluhan walhal diri masih tidak berubah. Hanya mampu memandang ke belakang tanpa mengorak langkah untuk ke hadapan. Hala tuju yang masih kurang jelas, agak samar dari kotak penglihatan. Buntu, tersepit, terkapai2..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-8119216319044461256?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/8119216319044461256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/08/epilog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/8119216319044461256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/8119216319044461256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/08/epilog.html' title='E.P.I.L.O.G'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SofiPDPcD1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/mdH4dqUqFnA/s72-c/1fx-cUuUm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-322702226449586597</id><published>2009-08-09T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:00:01.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Stuff</title><content type='html'>Boss: Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: India ..&lt;br /&gt;Boss: which part?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: What which part'?&lt;br /&gt;Whole body was born in India .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sardar were fixing a bomb in a car.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar 1: What would you do if the bomb explodes while fixing.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar 2: Dont worry, I have one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: What is the name of your car?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: I forgot the name, but is starts with 'T'.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: Oh, what a strange car, starts with Tea. All cars that I know start with petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar joined new job. 1st day he worked till late evening on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Boss was happy and asked what you did till evening.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: Keyboard alphabets were not in order, so I made it alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museum Administrator: That's a 500-year-old statue u've broken.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: Thanks God! I thought it was a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the scene of an accident a man was crying: O God! I have lost my hand, oh!&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: Control yourself. Don't cry. See that man. He has lost his head. Is he crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: U cheated me.&lt;br /&gt;Shopkeeper: No, I sold a good radio to u.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: Radio label shows Made in Japan but radio says this is all India Radio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THE LAST TWO ULTIMATE: &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interview, Interviewer: How does an electric motor run?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: Dhhuuuurrrrrrrrrr.........&lt;br /&gt;Inteviewer shouts: Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: Dhhuurrrr dhup dhup dhup......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist: Whose skeleton is that?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: An old king's skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;Tourisit: Who's that smaller skeleton next to it?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: That was same king's skeleton when he was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/Sn6HaYPZkbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LQPfANoSN-o/s1600-h/funnyjunksite_rats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367876693125599666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/Sn6HaYPZkbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LQPfANoSN-o/s400/funnyjunksite_rats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-322702226449586597?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/322702226449586597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/08/cool-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/322702226449586597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/322702226449586597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/08/cool-stories.html' title='Funny Stuff'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/Sn6HaYPZkbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LQPfANoSN-o/s72-c/funnyjunksite_rats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-1990543213086996116</id><published>2009-07-19T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:55:03.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Have RM100,000K - What Should I Do Abt It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SmK7bBgljZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pnLwOau8w_o/s1600-h/2de3b4a2d33756d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360052579460287890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SmK7bBgljZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pnLwOau8w_o/s400/2de3b4a2d33756d2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Open up a biz which I can earn more $$$$$$ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Buy an Apple Laptop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Buy a Blackberry Phone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Beli at least satu beg Coach, Guess, Elle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Buy A Brand New Car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Go for a Vacation (Europe, Japan, China) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Take my family to perform Haj&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Pay for Zakat (Wajib) hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Simpan duit kat (FD, Unit Trust, ASB) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Enjoy!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-1990543213086996116?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/1990543213086996116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-have-rm100000k-what-should-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/1990543213086996116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/1990543213086996116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-have-rm100000k-what-should-i-do.html' title='If I Have RM100,000K - What Should I Do Abt It'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SmK7bBgljZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pnLwOau8w_o/s72-c/2de3b4a2d33756d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-8150701966475263790</id><published>2009-07-12T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:17:35.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Sux @ Cinta Itu Mmg Hampeh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SlmTucZjSTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/o5t1TqQzQWo/s1600-h/1e4Q9CS6M.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357475657840544050" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SlmTucZjSTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/o5t1TqQzQWo/s400/1e4Q9CS6M.gif" style="display: block; height: 171px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 196px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is a very strong affection. And ape yg aku tau, cinta itu boleh dibahagikan kepada beberapa jenis, examples, cinta sejenis, cinta kepada tuhan, cinta kepada ibu bapa, cinta kepada kekasih, and etc..and 4 me, love is a very complex,complicated,hard to understand..Mmg best bila bercinta and dicintai..But are you sure that the luv is really there or it just an expression of word or feeling to make us feel better abt it..I miss u-LAH, i rase i suka u-LAH, arghhh..PLS-LAH!! 4 me, Love is sucks!! maybe because i dont really believe in luv coz what i noe, it is ol lies..But...im still waiting..waiting for the right man with right attitude. And the most important is I really hope that I will find a right man&amp;nbsp;who can&amp;nbsp;make me feels right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: 'To love someone deeply gives u strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives u courage'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-8150701966475263790?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/8150701966475263790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-sux-cinta-itu-mmg-hampeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/8150701966475263790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/8150701966475263790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-sux-cinta-itu-mmg-hampeh.html' title='Love is Sux @ Cinta Itu Mmg Hampeh!'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SlmTucZjSTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/o5t1TqQzQWo/s72-c/1e4Q9CS6M.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-4905145597279865128</id><published>2009-06-26T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:14:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Was A Legend In His Own Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SkTa-UvFjQI/AAAAAAAAABY/x9tC--tVxzw/s1600-h/michael_jackson_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351643021475941634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SkTa-UvFjQI/AAAAAAAAABY/x9tC--tVxzw/s400/michael_jackson_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2day while im drvg to work,m jz confused y all radio stations playing all Michael Jackson`s songs(til nw oso), but i really enjoying it coz he was one of my favourite pop singer since i was a kid n i really luv his songs,n never feel bored to listen to his songs. Until when i heard dis DJ said about MJ`s shocking death, m really surprised wit d news n suddenly felt v sad. World had lost No. 1 King of POP n i bet u guys that no one can ever replaced him. Yes, there are sum bad stories abt him but i really dont care abt dat coz he was d truly KING of music n his death is a big loss to d world. His songs will never dies n ol his remarkable stories will always remain into everybody`s heart. May he rest in peace n may god bless him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S : he looks gud in dis photo compared to his white look. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-723bbefd4ffa1ea4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D723bbefd4ffa1ea4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331295784%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59BC7001BF0839771327A893D60F6B9F39DF012.64045E515CF97C3BD7FBD8693E45CFF2C07E4CD9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D723bbefd4ffa1ea4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9r_R86Leg-v7BJViavQ2pDMSi1U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D723bbefd4ffa1ea4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331295784%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59BC7001BF0839771327A893D60F6B9F39DF012.64045E515CF97C3BD7FBD8693E45CFF2C07E4CD9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D723bbefd4ffa1ea4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9r_R86Leg-v7BJViavQ2pDMSi1U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-4905145597279865128?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=723bbefd4ffa1ea4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/4905145597279865128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-was-legend-in-his-own-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/4905145597279865128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/4905145597279865128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-was-legend-in-his-own-lifetime.html' title='He Was A Legend In His Own Lifetime'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/SkTa-UvFjQI/AAAAAAAAABY/x9tC--tVxzw/s72-c/michael_jackson_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-8005358430491322734</id><published>2009-06-25T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:50:42.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For A Better Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/Sll5PLPEtgI/AAAAAAAAABw/XeMdTJBuwO8/s1600-h/76d50c005f5d0ea4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357446533354927618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/Sll5PLPEtgI/AAAAAAAAABw/XeMdTJBuwO8/s400/76d50c005f5d0ea4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its been few mths i havent write anyting here..the time passed so fast n fast n m still like this.. One of my friend did mentioned to me, "gud ting never lasts".. Yes, its true eventhough at d time m jz smiled n laughed at him. What m trying to say here, b4 dis, i used to hv a gud working environment n gud paid, but when tht project was collapsed, everyting back to basic n ol d gud tings jez 'blast' like dat. I hope i`ll find a gud career for a better exceptional path n m still looking for that. I should feel lucky coz there are thousands of ppl out there being retrenched, jobless.. n one of them is my gud fren.. Pity her, a gud student n a very educated person with most of A`s to all subjects that she took during our secondary school but stil cant find a job until nw. The problem is, is it bcoz of ppl r too chosy with the job that they r getting or applied for or mayb the employers r bias. To ol ppl out there who r jobless, retrenched, still looking, or still confused, i wish u guys d best of luck n may u find a correct job which can u give u guys a better career exceptional path.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-8005358430491322734?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/8005358430491322734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-better-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/8005358430491322734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/8005358430491322734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-better-living.html' title='For A Better Living'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_p58lrQuEo/Sll5PLPEtgI/AAAAAAAAABw/XeMdTJBuwO8/s72-c/76d50c005f5d0ea4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486574895220708888.post-5551940325516104514</id><published>2009-02-28T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:08:13.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Try...</title><content type='html'>Wel, let me introduce myself..jz cal me mai,25y,single n not attached,haha,nw m working 4 a living n also for d sake of getting $$$$$..i hv no idea wut to write esp. abt myself..let us see how far my blog wil go..boring........&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486574895220708888-5551940325516104514?l=myfuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/feeds/5551940325516104514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-1st-try.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/5551940325516104514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486574895220708888/posts/default/5551940325516104514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfuza.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-1st-try.html' title='My 1st Try...'/><author><name>MaiFuza Mustafar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13668586037655760408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNwX7c6YBvY/TvNF601UJbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I1E_xkelB1M/s220/IMG_0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
