<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 22 Feb 2025 19:36:59 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>My Diary</category><category>My Story</category><category>facebook</category><category>more of me</category><title>A Life Journey...</title><description>Memories From The Past... A True Confession...</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-5973792582503734948</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2015 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-06-12T22:04:19.647+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I feel so fucked up.&amp;nbsp;</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2015/06/i-feel-so-fucked-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-6536243819753277020</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2015 11:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-05-04T19:56:02.130+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I do not want to care. The more you care the more the way would try to find ways to hurt you.&amp;nbsp;</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2015/05/i-do-not-want-to-care.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-8985856255420978077</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2015 02:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-21T10:41:16.553+08:00</atom:updated><title>Time</title><description>Time... Heal me, I ask of you...&amp;nbsp;</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2015/03/time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-1683732641552390409</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2015 12:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-13T20:17:36.902+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>The funniest reason ever... Wow... Just Wow...&amp;nbsp;</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-funniest-reason-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-8793938050604443032</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2015 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-25T09:14:01.135+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Wow.. This is so wrong... This preeching is so messed up</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2015/01/wow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-6961925836198657312</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2015 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-18T09:55:56.047+08:00</atom:updated><title>It&amp;#39;s going to get a little messy</title><description>This is going to be so messed up. But I don&#39;t mind. It is what I intend to do anyway.&amp;nbsp;</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2015/01/it-going-to-get-little-messy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-2520643116982947153</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2015 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-04T09:19:59.875+08:00</atom:updated><title>Different.</title><description>I guess we&#39;re a little bit different.&amp;nbsp;</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2015/01/different.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-8987179903496204797</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2015 10:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-03T18:06:32.499+08:00</atom:updated><title>Terdalam..</title><description>Yang terdalam -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;The deepest - fear, happiness or anything alike that you revealed to someone you like so much, which then makes you to feel so nude and insecure that it might be used to tear you apart in times to come..&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2015/01/terdalam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-8703329634552828837</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2014 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-11T06:14:26.532+08:00</atom:updated><title>Facebook Timeline</title><description>Ok here&#39;s the deal...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open your Facebook account and go to your own profile wall. Click 2013 and below posts. Now, read them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will find how immature and childish you were even how matured you thought you were when you posted those things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually laughed out loud reading all the posts I had published on my Facebook wall in 2007-2012! Lol. Goodness.. Was it really me? Hahaa.. So funny lah. I almost can&#39;t believe it that I posted those stuffs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah.. It was amazing.. I was so innocent. Wow.. How cool is to actually get to know your innocent self back then. &amp;nbsp;I guess, Facebook has its &quot;good&quot; use anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s like an album of pictures with descriptions of your life. It records what you were doing and all the memories you had. Good to know mine. It was... Sweet. :)&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/12/facebook-timeline.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-8358930187818693955</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2014 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-09T09:31:22.133+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>It keeps on playing in my mind.&amp;nbsp;</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/12/it-keeps-on-playing-in-my-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-239299719824156360</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2014 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-13T22:46:50.191+08:00</atom:updated><title>Fcked up.</title><description>Never been so fucked up like now.&amp;nbsp;</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/10/fcked-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-8830766406951697298</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2014 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-09-09T23:21:02.707+08:00</atom:updated><title>Emotional Struggle</title><description>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Compared with physical challenges, emotional struggle is more burdening and draining for a man.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Being a growing young adult is one of the toughest things to be trust me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/08/compared-with-physical-challenges.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-1074052750118512642</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2014 16:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-21T00:52:19.259+08:00</atom:updated><title>Way off from original plan</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;As what I have always thought that things has never actually go my way.. it is always goes off the course that I want it to be. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;So many things to be said and done with so little time.. it is pulling down my spirit draining me bit by bit. &lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/07/way-off-fron-original-plan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-1915918199598624004</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2014 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-15T21:24:30.414+08:00</atom:updated><title>So many things</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;There so many things to do and things to say..&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/07/so-many-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-3614794153753251829</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2014 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-18T23:09:34.922+08:00</atom:updated><title>Too good relationship with Bos</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I tried to avoid but... I just got involved deeper with my bos. I don&#39;t know... But what my friend ever told me before, that it is better not to be emotionally and mentally attached to your superior is true.. because it&#39;ll be harder for you to loose off from them. .&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;The more I get involved with my bos personal life the more harder it feels to get off from his hand.. but this evening... he was asking for my opinion about his family issue. And it turned out to be an emotional moment. Oh gosh... now I have to give a very very very strong excuse if one day I really am determine to leave for the better.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Oh bosku... kanapa lah begini ni... adoiii...&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/06/too-good-relationship-with-bos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-8390902376772920997</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2014 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-12T20:39:08.311+08:00</atom:updated><title>They are all Doctors now</title><description>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;So.. another batch of my friends graduating in general medical.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Adoi... So everyone is becoming a doctor now. I cant believe time runs so fast in no time everything and everyone is just not the same.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;What about me. What Am I gonna do next. For sure I am still here in this company. But will I ever pursue what I had hope before? To get degree of engineering. I put away everything aside when I decided to do so last time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;But now it seems my course has change so much and I am no way in that road of what I had planned. Plans never have worked in my life before anyway. Things are just not going according to what I have always wanted it to be. Guess it is true that we plan but God decides what to be.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Anyway. Another thing way off from the main topic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/06/they-are-all-doctors-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-1819778971851357359</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2014 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-29T21:55:19.733+08:00</atom:updated><title>A picture that crafted a smile on my face.</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Saw an old picture in my phone of a long lost friend and it had me laughing. Hahaa.. What a great smile! Hahaa.. wondering his whereabout and hoping he is doing all great.. hahaa..&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/05/a-picture-that-crafted-smile-on-my-face.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-1744660098449143492</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2014 01:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-12T09:43:52.123+08:00</atom:updated><title>Many Things..</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Just many things running in my mind now. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Too many I don&#39;t know where to start.&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/05/many-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-6650205553795999976</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2014 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-07T09:37:47.122+08:00</atom:updated><title>Wrong Move.</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Wrong move John... wrong move...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Aiyo... i cant believe I got a hair cut like this. Lol. It looks so stupid. Looool&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Now I look like an awesome retarded guy. Lol. *sigh&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I guess I&#39;ve gotta shampoo my hair with half of the shampoo bottle everyday to get my hair long really quick.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Gambate! Lol&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/05/wrong-move.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-1815367923657036406</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2014 11:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-03T19:48:09.203+08:00</atom:updated><title>In Time..</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I wonder what would happen... when the time comes and imagination becomes reality.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I wonder what would we say... when we loved each other and later we find out that we don&#39;t.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I wonder what would it be and feel like... when all that we hope is broken into pieces we could never mend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I wonder how would we live our lives... after such grave dissapoinment and guilts hunt us down.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I wonder would we be ever the same again... as sweetness has turn so sour.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Would we raise hope like we did before? Would we laugh as sincere as the heart truly is. Or is it just some beautiful crafted smiles with no happiness.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I wonder what would we be when the time comes... as imagination is never a reality.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/05/in-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-3002873978391018107</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2014 12:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-22T20:41:16.223+08:00</atom:updated><title>Again.</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Keep calm again&amp;#160; John...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;People do mistakes and no one is perfect. We are human being who is bound to have failures and it is okay if we have some of things we trying hard to work on go wrong and eventually ends.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;If other party is doing well following rules and regulations, never forget that they are humans too. What you see is probably not what is truly is. They have weakness and they may have failed in many things as well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;What seems to be important to you, might be considered as something that can be excused to them. So, fear not because not everyone is as perfectionist as you are.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Even so, do not get it wrong. It doesn&#39;t mean that you can do as many mistakes as you may please. Accepting and admitting your mistakes also doesn&#39;t solve the problem. Look deeper to your mistake and analyse it. Fix what you fix and make sure it won&#39;t happen again. Urge an improvement and better yourself so that things may run smoother than before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Yes, people give second chance. But, never you heard someone says a third chance. Lastly, find a way to communicate better. A good communicatipn leads to a good relation. And a good relation means acceptance and recognition.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/04/again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-6655159439789604055</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2014 00:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-15T09:07:27.034+08:00</atom:updated><title>Two thumbs up.</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I like people who can talk so stupidly and yet so clever.&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/04/two-thumbs-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-2024301510650221022</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2014 11:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-11T19:37:07.343+08:00</atom:updated><title>What is so little of today, make a big difference of tomorrow.</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Wow... I can&#39;t believe it disturbs me so much. It doesn&#39;t even gonna affect me in any way. So, why should I feel disturbed and feel messed up??&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Such an unreasonable emotional stressed to be fussed about. Ooohh John... You need nothing from them. They need something from you. They are the ones who are looking for you! They look out for you! So what the hell man?! You&#39;ve got nothing to worry! Take it or leave it, that&#39;s it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I&#39;ve got nothing to lose yo! So what the hell?! Cool man.. relax.. It&#39;s gonna be all right. They accepted the offer and they wanted to still look into it. Present yourself, be it good or not. If it didn&#39;t work, then it is not you who is needing help anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;They still want to see how it is going to be. They want, so accept the fact and stop making stupid assumption. Be professional. People make mistakes. People can be stupid too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;It might had not started well. But look to the end as you do not the end of it yet. You&#39;ll never know it actuallu will end good. Better than anything else. Better. And if it did not, then you have put and end to what you have started. And that what matters most.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Be happy. That is always what influences others and turn the bad things good. You only get a beautiful smile back at you if you smile beautifully in front of the mirror. If we show the good things, then good things will come right back to us too in return.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;So little of today make a big difference of tomorrow. Remember that. Always do.&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/04/what-is-so-little-of-today-make-big.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-2972943125992757702</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2014 11:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-05T19:46:54.069+08:00</atom:updated><title>Don&amp;#39;t make me laugh</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Don&#39;t make me laugh by telling me that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Oh... just please don&#39;t.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I wanna live in Mars.&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://mrcruzzo.blogspot.com/2014/04/don-make-me-laugh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr Cruzzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201503377565209654.post-8064288491210968155</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2014 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-30T02:03:00.678+08:00</atom:updated><title>Part 2</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;It seems hard to sleep tonight thinking of it.&lt;/p&gt;
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