<?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-8866707911037616852</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:32:48.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound of my heart</title><subtitle type='html'>In order to se the change we want,someone has to say something!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mohamed mazlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437271020981698002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/Sr1sEFUMvwI/AAAAAAAAADk/4XIDkIVHa8c/S220/DSC00514.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866707911037616852.post-4083541727036636704</id><published>2009-09-25T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:40:22.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW SHERIF  IS IN TOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;  PART 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a lot of urges telling me to update this blog of mine.Well,the truth is,I never quite found the passion I once use to have in blogging eversince a good friend of mine left SMK Aminuddin Baki.But anyway,the reason im back,because I had a big shock in my life that I think needs ur attention.The prefectorial board this year had to step down,actually its a tradition every year where they elect the members beforehand.21 people out of 85 were chosen to hold post in the board which will from hear on end take charge in everything concerning the board.So ,there I was,my name-MOHAMED MAZLAN BIN MOHAMED MUSADIQ-appeared on that list.I smiled at first but as I scrolled down looking for a name that is so commen to my ees,that smile faded away.ARSHAD AHAMED BIN SYED ANEES AHAMED,was not there.We are 'underwear cousins' ,so thats what they say in hindi,it means we do everything together and basically we greW up together.But that day was diferent,a whole lot different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE INTERVIEW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;             We&lt;/strong&gt;  were called for an interview,all 21 of us.To make it go fast,we had to pair up,so I had pei ann and jian beng as my pair.We entered the room thinking Pn .Latifah would be there,but Mr tan ,Mr effendi and Pn Niswan was there instead.Mr Efendi started of the conversation with some mind quiz question,I had no problem answering it,its all the matter of twisting the answer.So,just when I thought the interview was over,the question came.-&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT POST DO U HAVE IN MIND-I answered,&lt;strong&gt;Kp&lt;/strong&gt;................................wait a minute its not what ur thinking,its  ketua penyelia.Then finally Mr tan poped the question.-HOW ABOUT HEAD BOY-YES OR NO?-I confidently said can if given the oppurtunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BREAKDOWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                On Jun 22nd,Mr tan met me personally .........he said one thing and one thing only.Tomorrow,theatreet,6.45,everyone and he walked away.I asked myself why me?But I realised,duty is duty and im just doing a favur for mr tan.But little did I knw ,there was something else behind that.The breakdown that morning was simple,Mr tan and Jaarvis entered the room ,and mr tan took out a piece of paper and he said.......'I have the names of 21 people elected respectively for the posts.He started from bottom to top.Lower form coordinator fell to Aimann and Siti Hajar..........................................&lt;strong&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866707911037616852-4083541727036636704?l=soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/Sr1sEFUMvwI/AAAAAAAAADk/4XIDkIVHa8c/S220/DSC00514.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866707911037616852.post-3623275342077239330</id><published>2009-03-10T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:48:36.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday to a man who is 16 years old</title><content type='html'>My bithday this year started off with two  bad events i'll tell u why.Early morning at 4 on 10 th march i had a very bad diarrhea.its ok maybe i ate something wrong.after that i missed my school bus and ended up being late  to school.Earlier at 12 at night ,few of my very close friends smsed me a birthday wish including durgha,mustika and my lovely cousin rafidah who is from CBN,.so we had this maulidur celebration going on and so happen phoebe  and another prefect was guarding the form 4 block.since i came late,i was the last one to put my bag in class.Phoebe was like omg mazlan,happy birthday.am i the 1st one to wish u? she is truly a nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SCENE 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I arrived at the hall quite late and few of my form 3 classmates wished me there.Especially Wan Ahmad Afiq who hugged me ,shook my hand and gave me a  huge thump on my back.Great way of starting the day ha?..........anyway,the ceramah was inresting though although slightly boring.In the hall Razman and I both wished each other and Ameeza wished me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SCENE 3  (THE BOMB)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I entered the class and was freaking late cause all the ketua's had to go and get the food for all the muslims in their class.so happen,there was a mix up and the food for 4 kamil was missing.I returned to class and noticed everyone was staring at me .Pn nor mizan(add maths teacher) was teaching and I busted in without knocking.Well i sat down,reached into my back pocket ,took out the time table and wrote it on the secondary whiteboard.Pn mizan was like "mazlan!can u do it later.Sit down and listen to what im teaching" and i replied "teacher,im listening and im watching sideways".I sat down eventually .However there was an equation on the board that caught my eye and teacher asked anyone interested in trying.So ,since noone valunteered ,i took the lead and went in front.Welllll,here's the climax of the day.Annabelle caught everyone's attention and announced today was my birthday.The whole  class definitely wished me 4 times the .I guess our class was the louders form 4 class  in the school.Bur im thankful  for having a great day and great friends.Luckily arshad didint come to school on that day,if not i wont be able to stand upright.What i mean is  there would have been a massive birthday bash in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SCENE 4 (tHE MASTERPIECE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At home my sister wished  Happy birthday,my whole neighbouring family were there too.They hugged me and wished me .To complete the whole day,i was dying to watch slumdog millionaire and we couldnt get the tickets,however on my neighbour bought the ticket and surprised me with the treat.THe started at 9 and finished at 12.It was a fantastic movie.esp.. the songs jaiho and o saya.On facebook ,few friends wished me and one of them called me SRK of SAB.Wow..........pretty big titile ha?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty much,im 16 now and whats left to say,life is full of surprises and who knows what next birthday is going to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;          so chalo,hum phir milenge..........chalte chalte.ASSALMUALAIKUM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866707911037616852-3623275342077239330?l=soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3623275342077239330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866707911037616852&amp;postID=3623275342077239330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/3623275342077239330'/><link 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corner .i mean this tuesday(10th March).but the thing is ,we have accounts class double period.but hey im still goin to enjoy the day.the last year was a memorable year ,my mom surprised me with  a birthday party with arshad and his family present on that day.I really enjoyed very well.this year is no different  too.my mom is taking me to bandung,indonesia and were going to shop till we drop...............literally speaking.However like i've always said smile more,laugh more ,pray more and remember everyday is someone's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866707911037616852-5733360272253417300?l=soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/feeds/5733360272253417300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/Sr1sEFUMvwI/AAAAAAAAADk/4XIDkIVHa8c/S220/DSC00514.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866707911037616852.post-779896371037660464</id><published>2009-02-07T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:11:56.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that we all dream of!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SY1CPl6HWMI/AAAAAAAAACk/sP4DKHduBG0/s1600-h/s1618328739_73197_9699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299965172126275778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SY1CPl6HWMI/AAAAAAAAACk/sP4DKHduBG0/s400/s1618328739_73197_9699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SY1CPoszEjI/AAAAAAAAACc/tRNc3B1SW_g/s1600-h/s1618328739_73196_9441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299965172875727410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SY1CPoszEjI/AAAAAAAAACc/tRNc3B1SW_g/s400/s1618328739_73196_9441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SY1CPljfGjI/AAAAAAAAACU/YfYRCWmTi4g/s1600-h/s1618328739_73193_8679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299965172031363634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SY1CPljfGjI/AAAAAAAAACU/YfYRCWmTi4g/s400/s1618328739_73193_8679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the day that gave me nightmares day after day.Well,but it was worth it after all the hard work i put in.So here are some pictures from our victory as brothers in our PMR!!!1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866707911037616852-779896371037660464?l=soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/feeds/779896371037660464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866707911037616852&amp;postID=779896371037660464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/779896371037660464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/779896371037660464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-that-we-all-dream-of.html' title='The day that we all dream of!!!!!'/><author><name>mohamed mazlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437271020981698002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/Sr1sEFUMvwI/AAAAAAAAADk/4XIDkIVHa8c/S220/DSC00514.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SY1CPl6HWMI/AAAAAAAAACk/sP4DKHduBG0/s72-c/s1618328739_73197_9699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866707911037616852.post-2743774089218230422</id><published>2009-02-06T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:51:49.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY lonely heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SY55dNYCdwI/AAAAAAAAACs/H9U60dknCio/s1600-h/07022008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300307354175305474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SY55dNYCdwI/AAAAAAAAACs/H9U60dknCio/s400/07022008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SY0A3VIlEUI/AAAAAAAAACE/UmiPPVEkigU/s1600-h/52661fefaca803dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299893287050875202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SY0A3VIlEUI/AAAAAAAAACE/UmiPPVEkigU/s400/52661fefaca803dc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine's day is just around the corner and guess what? im still lonely.However ,valentine's day isnt only for boyfriends' and girlfriends' but it is also for friends who u appreciate.GIve them a gift as a appreciation or a thank you on this special day.So ,to make it short,i want to wish all the lovers out there happy valentine's day and to my mome and dad too as for me i'll be spending my valentine 's day with my teddy bear- Mr.Snoopy.Do me a favour and smile more ,laugh more and enjoy ur day,cause its a day where we can finally have fun.To all my close friends and those who knws me regardless if ur in form 1,2,3 or 4,im wishing all of you 'Happy Valentine's Day' .And if ur wondering what picture is that,its a picture of myfriends butt which turned out to be a heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEOPLE!!!!this is THE POWER OF LOVE&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/8866707911037616852-2743774089218230422?l=soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/feeds/2743774089218230422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SY55dNYCdwI/AAAAAAAAACs/H9U60dknCio/s72-c/07022008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866707911037616852.post-177889588474432898</id><published>2009-01-17T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:52:33.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More years</title><content type='html'>Pmr passed so fast and i didnt even get the chance to enjoy my junior years and before i knew i'm already a form 4 student.One headache is gone as in I succeded in pmr but spm is just in a arm's length.But im happy for one thing though,i still got few of my classmates back in 4 K SUCH AS Syawal.amirah and vinodh.I kind a miss form 3 and 2.And those of u who think life is just boring,try appreciating life more and cherish every moment in ur years in form 1 and 2.Take my advice once u have sat for pmr ,from that onwards ur life has entered the stress zone.SO PLS,laugh more,smile more and sing when ur sad,laugh when ur angry and say thank you when people call u mad.............. that way stress will fear u.ASSALAMUALAIKUM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866707911037616852-177889588474432898?l=soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/feeds/177889588474432898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866707911037616852&amp;postID=177889588474432898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/177889588474432898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/177889588474432898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-more-years.html' title='2 More years'/><author><name>mohamed mazlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437271020981698002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/Sr1sEFUMvwI/AAAAAAAAADk/4XIDkIVHa8c/S220/DSC00514.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866707911037616852.post-4798066804004983408</id><published>2009-01-15T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:48:55.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends,my class and my day today at school</title><content type='html'>tODAY was definitely,indeed the most unforgeteable experience that i had at school today.Here's why.Whe had a whole period free all to ourselves since our history teacher missed class ,so i decised to get to work on the information board with the help of Syawal(ketua kebersihan) and amirah(ketua keceriaan),so as we were pasting the boarders for the board,we had a major problem.We didnt have any cup or container to put the glue.So i took a small tour ouside  the class and found a large but medium rock.I used it as my picassso painting tool and believe me i looked extremely weird today,i had to tell everyone who entered my class not to laugh.But we managed to paste it and u knw what ,the guys in my class started laughing instead of helping us out.Why they laughed will remain a mistery and only those who were present there shall knw why.Its to public to share it on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866707911037616852-4798066804004983408?l=soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/feeds/4798066804004983408/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/Sr1sEFUMvwI/AAAAAAAAADk/4XIDkIVHa8c/S220/DSC00514.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866707911037616852.post-1230327060430092179</id><published>2008-12-03T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:27:11.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has something special,no one is better than the other</title><content type='html'>I just dont get it and most definitely I feel very bad when i fight with a friend.I think its just me ,i dont want enemys and if i can,i would  like to make all my enemys my friends.But the funny thing is,i have a friend who i have known for almost 4 years now.I just dont get her nature.She speaks her heart most definitely but she likes to pick fights for small things.And this is the second time she has done that.She definitely apologises ,but how many times do I need to forgive her.I get feed up at times.And hr words are as sharp as a poccupines buttocks.It hurts bad.People tell me so many bad things about her but i  try to just ignore them because no one is perfect.But when she hurts me ,I start thinking to not be perfect and to forgive has a  limit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866707911037616852-1230327060430092179?l=soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1230327060430092179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866707911037616852&amp;postID=1230327060430092179' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/1230327060430092179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/1230327060430092179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/2008/12/everyone-has-something-specialno-one-is.html' title='Everyone has something special,no one is better than the other'/><author><name>mohamed mazlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437271020981698002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/Sr1sEFUMvwI/AAAAAAAAADk/4XIDkIVHa8c/S220/DSC00514.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866707911037616852.post-7244180533669740822</id><published>2008-11-23T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T04:29:33.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something we all see, but try to ignore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSlKyyPCUBI/AAAAAAAAABs/KldOz_rrzjY/s1600-h/a83958ca4a3f9d14[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271827075152629778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSlKyyPCUBI/AAAAAAAAABs/KldOz_rrzjY/s200/a83958ca4a3f9d14%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSlKuP1cwyI/AAAAAAAAABk/GIiUGRc6J5Q/s1600-h/f1f3685a399785be[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271826997199029026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSlKuP1cwyI/AAAAAAAAABk/GIiUGRc6J5Q/s200/f1f3685a399785be%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem with us Malaysians is that we assume that were born into a western family and forget we have religions which provide special guidelines and rules.Thats the beauty of our religions.But you know some Malaysians,their favourite line is 'rules are meant to be broken'.Look around you,the friends you mix with or even the strangers you past by everyday.Most of them consist of teenagers.The problem is,its either they had their hair coloured ,a cigarette hanging out of their mouth or their hand around a girls waist.Have they no shame in front of the public?OOo ya I forgot,western style,right?Bull shit!Most teenagers ignore the fact that they have religions especially the muslims and forget the fact that the country that their living in is Malaysia.But the problem all begins with their parents.Why?Too much liberty to roam with friends and parents provide their teens with handphones.These are the major cause of the problem in the first place.The western are much much different than us in many ways.They have no religion or christianity,that is why all of that is normal for them.Besides,thats not all they do,they have brains,skills and are brought up perfectly in aiddition so advance in science and technology.They are a knowlegeable society and think wisely.Most of us wants to be like them.Its a joke!I went out to eat with my parents today,and on the way back I saw a young boy age maybe 10 had his hair coloured red.They think its cool.But actually its not.Early morning today ,a friend of mine Danial and I were shooting some hoops when we saw a bunch of teenagers came and sat behind us at a bench.Few minures later,another asshole comes by with a cigarette in his hand, ,joins them and all of them started to smoke.Remember one thing,every puff you take reduces 1 MINUTE of your life.But actually its good! you knw why?BECAUSE they die faster thus reducing competiton to get a place in universities and jobs.Without knowledge,this is what happens.&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/8866707911037616852-7244180533669740822?l=soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/feeds/7244180533669740822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866707911037616852&amp;postID=7244180533669740822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/7244180533669740822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/7244180533669740822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/2008/11/problem-with-us-malaysians-is-that-we.html' title='Something we all see, but try to ignore'/><author><name>mohamed mazlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437271020981698002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/Sr1sEFUMvwI/AAAAAAAAADk/4XIDkIVHa8c/S220/DSC00514.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSlKyyPCUBI/AAAAAAAAABs/KldOz_rrzjY/s72-c/a83958ca4a3f9d14%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866707911037616852.post-5360270288716491122</id><published>2008-11-22T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:10:52.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you need to do?</title><content type='html'>In high school,its not that easy especially in form 1.Believe me i've been there.But its up to you actually to make the right decisions.Most definitely at times you will make stupid decisions.My advice to you is to choose your friends wisely ,mix with people who comes to school to study not with people who comes to school to flurt.One more thing,concentrate in class and revise at home.Trust me when I tell you that the form 1 syllabus and subjects are much difficult that form 2 or form 3.So that is why,pay good attention in class and ACE all of your exams.At first it was difficult for me too to get a good ranking in the whole form 1. But I found this one secret.Dont blindly read your textbooks,understand and love that subject and you will have no difficulty getting good grades and remember all the spellling in science.TRUST ME,it worked for me in form 3.Albert Einstein once said 'putting your hand in a hot pan for a minute ,seems like an hour but putting your hand around a hot girl for an hour ,seems like only a minute,thats relativity'.In aminuddin baki you need to get serious,its not easy.ty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866707911037616852-5360270288716491122?l=soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/feeds/5360270288716491122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866707911037616852&amp;postID=5360270288716491122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/5360270288716491122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/5360270288716491122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-you-need-to-do.html' title='What you need to do?'/><author><name>mohamed mazlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437271020981698002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/Sr1sEFUMvwI/AAAAAAAAADk/4XIDkIVHa8c/S220/DSC00514.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866707911037616852.post-2275283090699025594</id><published>2008-11-21T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:35:50.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hira from heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSfgfM49GRI/AAAAAAAAABI/Yc4lp8MWIkw/s1600-h/DSC00157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271428715501132050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSfgfM49GRI/AAAAAAAAABI/Yc4lp8MWIkw/s200/DSC00157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSeIOiiGuwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AIQlxq610Jk/s1600-h/Imej005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271331672229853954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSeIOiiGuwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AIQlxq610Jk/s320/Imej005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dedicate this to my sister Madihah Masturina who to me is my hira(diamond )from heaven.What makes her so special to me?Is her voice, her smile and her looks.She may not be Jessica Alba nor is she Aishwarya Rai but she is a different version of them.As a brother being over protective telling her not to do that or not to do this,makes me think am I doing the right thing.Looking at the world now and the people in it,its kind of scary thinking what would happen.I'M 16 next year and my sister is 5 years old ,so being an elder brother is quite funny.Why?because instead of me bullying her,she bullis me everyday.She pinches me just to wake me up from bed for subuh.However,im glad having her around altough at times I find my pencil missing or my books torn and even scribbled.I guess its just a kids nature to do that,what do they knw.Its just like you and me when we were kids just imagine how did our parents tolerate and put up with us.So I guess its the same consept with my sister.So to all my friends out there,love your sister or brother because upon all,family comes first.Oh ya,she even copies me when I comb my hair ,wear my shirt,shave and everything else.But its cool to have her around.She even follows me when I play football or badminton.Iguess its brother sister outing moment.yeah I love her so much and forever will.Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;written by:MM&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/8866707911037616852-2275283090699025594?l=soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/feeds/2275283090699025594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866707911037616852&amp;postID=2275283090699025594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/2275283090699025594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/2275283090699025594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dedicate-this-to-my-sister-madihah.html' title='My hira from heaven'/><author><name>mohamed mazlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437271020981698002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/Sr1sEFUMvwI/AAAAAAAAADk/4XIDkIVHa8c/S220/DSC00514.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSfgfM49GRI/AAAAAAAAABI/Yc4lp8MWIkw/s72-c/DSC00157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866707911037616852.post-1426706399504862447</id><published>2008-11-21T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:22:43.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wisdom behind 'BISMILLAH HIRRAH MAN NIRRAHIM'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSosDke5OJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p3XcxLZdg1U/s1600-h/1c81b1cfb6171612[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272074753635072146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSosDke5OJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p3XcxLZdg1U/s200/1c81b1cfb6171612%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSor_MawtwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/294y-1AOcJo/s1600-h/f1a0d5ba513647d2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272074678455809794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSor_MawtwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/294y-1AOcJo/s200/f1a0d5ba513647d2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few words are the begining of every chapter of our life to all muslims especially.When we wake up from bed,take a shower or even eat.We all say..................................bismillahi rahmani rahim everyday.But the question here is why?What makes these few words so great to islam besides the fact that its the begining of our al-qur'an.Because......................we start our day or anything we do in the name of allah the most gracious and merciful.Even at work or at school when your under pressure our failed badly it doesnt mean allah is punishing you.Or when your 'doa' is not answered asking for something you want badly like that beautiful girl in your classroom,its not that allah is cruel.Its not because of all that,but its because, allah is saving your prayer for something better for you in the future.My brothers and sisters,thats is what it means by bismillahi rrahmani rrahim.Allah is indeed merciful to all of us.How?Everyday we wake up&lt;br /&gt;to see the world once again never knowing when will it be our last.So we should thank him for that ,for giving us a chance to rewrite our mistakes to our parents,friends and those who we have done wrong to.His given us another day like today to read what I have to say.And to me he has given me the time to write this out to all of my muslim brothers and sisters.Some people die suddenly although they are not sick in anyway.We have the change to make the best of our time here.Be a good muslim and if you have the time say bismillahi rahmani rrahim in what you do.I may not have seen life to the maximum yet and definitely not experience like our daddys and mummys but with islam this is what i have seen so far with these few words.Bismillah hirrah man nirrahim.AMEN.Assalamualaikum.&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/8866707911037616852-1426706399504862447?l=soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1426706399504862447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866707911037616852&amp;postID=1426706399504862447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/1426706399504862447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866707911037616852/posts/default/1426706399504862447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundofmyheartmm.blogspot.com/2008/11/wisdom-behind-bismillah-hirrah-man.html' title='The wisdom behind &apos;BISMILLAH HIRRAH MAN NIRRAHIM&apos;'/><author><name>mohamed mazlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437271020981698002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/Sr1sEFUMvwI/AAAAAAAAADk/4XIDkIVHa8c/S220/DSC00514.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlat1HJwveM/SSosDke5OJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p3XcxLZdg1U/s72-c/1c81b1cfb6171612%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
