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** P R O F I L E **
Muhammad Ridzman Bin Abdul Ghani
He is currently studying at Nanyang Polytechnic, specialize in IT Service Management and will be graduating real soon.
He had just step down from a wonderful club, which is known throughout the institute as SIT Club, that shaped him into a understanding character who learned many essential knowledge.
He who loves chocolates especially those categorize under white or dark.
Ben & Jerry is always in his mind and Fossil Fuel is currently his favourite because it is the best ice cream of both world due to its dinosaurs bits inside, marvellous chocolate taste, smooth and rich texture.
He has a special someone whom he will never trade for anything in this world, not even for chocolates or ice cream.
** E N T R I E S **
Saturday, November 20, 2004
-Wat Am I Supposed To Do-
I'll start mah 1st day of werk on Monday. Good news, Im offering jobs to those ppl who needs it badly, preferably non choosy ppl. Im doin dis to cut the hassle of y'all searching fer jobs in the paper, if any of ya agree, gimme a kol on Sunday 21/11 (so kind of me). Im having second thought abt werk coz on Tuesday, Alfian & his fren invited mah to go raya-ing wif em (how kewl is dat), on top of dat, Sheila & gang are going to visit mah house. Shucks, I miss raya last year & I ain't gonna miss it dis year. I'll try toking to the supervisor abt Tuesday, muz tell him something believable - Im not lying, juz trying to bend ard mah werk.
Now waiting fer mah uncleS & auntieS to arrive. I've been waiting fer em since 1pm. Where da hell are u peepx. Now in sleepy mood but cant sleep bcoz waiting fer SLOWPOKE to arrive.
P.S Alfian & gang, Sheila & gang - if I'm not available on Tuesday, y'all can come to mah house after maghrib coz I'll be finishing werk after office hrs. B4 u did juz dat, gimme a kol so I can prepare to welcome y'all.
OMG, I'm broke (not yet but goin to) coz mah frenz get duit raya from me & not mah parents. Mah own damn freeking pocket money.
Output (money) > Input (money) = BROKE
Oh b4 I forget, 2moro is Azimah b'day. Happy 17 schweet birthday. So kewt.
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** M I S C E L L A N E O U S **
Hard to Say
The Used
The singer finished singing and she's walking out
The singer sheds a tear, her fear of falling out
And it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried
It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
My worries weigh the world, how I used to be
And everything, I'm cold, seems a plague in me
And it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried
It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
It's hard to say I held my tongue
It's hard to say if only
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
Worse than the fear it's the lie you told a thousand times before
Worse than a fear it's the knife
But it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried
It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
It's hard to say I held my tongue
It's hard to say if only
Since you've been gone, I'm not the same
It's hard to say (God, it's hard to say)
Since you've been gone,
I'm not the same