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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 **
Monday, January 03, 2005
-French Klas-
I was late fer french klas fer the pass two weeks but today was different coz I was early fer klas which start at 8am. Infact I came too early, reach skool at 7.40am and there is rarely anyone except fer some cleaner who was bz wif their cleaning. The feeling of not bein late is almost equivalent as finishing ur last piece of chicken at KFC which was finger lickin good.
Ever heard this phrase b4, "Its not as easy as it looks". Well dats wat happen in French klas. I was glued on how to pronounce werds. Dat rascal lecturer call my name & ask me to engage in a simple conversation using werds that we have learnt. By then, I was lost fer werds, I got panik coz everyone is watching me & that cause me to ferget wat I've learnt. When everything is over, than I remember how to say it properly.
Engineering Maths aka Mathematics 1 sux. Actually the lecturer sux, cause she got the wrong concept of spreading her teaching. Didnt understand a thing or two about that subject. So as not to waste my tyme, I played N-Gage QD again. But to tink again, if I try to pay attn, maybe I can capture wat she was trying to teach us.
Jotting Down Thoughts @
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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