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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 **
Monday, February 14, 2005
-Hapie V Day-
Went to skool wif her. I didnt expect her fren is there too. To be considerate, I rather be left out than let her fren get left out. Aniwae, It seems dat I cant pull myself together, I was nervous when her frenz is ard. Then she meet up wif Rina. Rina and me was late for french class and was given a warning. Remember my last french test, I got B for that. Christophe Mallard let us watch a comedy which is so hilarious.
The story is abt this group of rich people playing a mean trick. Every week, they invite a real idiot to a dinner meeting. There, the rich got amused by listening to the idiot's personal views & story. Then dis particular rich guy couldn't make to the dinner coz he injured his back during a golf session. Then he was stuck wif this idiot at his home. The rich wife hate the sinister game and went out to catch a break. A big thanks for the idiot for ruining the rich guy's life. Although the idiot idea sounds cool, the end result juz makes everything worst, WORST than anything u could imagine. The rich guy lose his wife because the idiot accidentally told the wife that her husband had a mistress. Thanks to the idiot that the rich guy have to pay a huge sum of tax (this rich guy live in a penthouse). It seems that it will be a happy ending since the idiot confess to the wife abt the misunderstanding. Yet again, the idiot screw everything this time round. The bottomline is, it took one fucking idiot to completely ruin a rich guy. The best thing bout dis movie is dat there's vulgarities (from subtitles), but I cant catch the werds.
Back to reality, I gave her a gift. I screw my plan, I didnt execute what I've intended to do & say and let everything slip away. If onlie I got hold of a time portal...but Im okey, Im okey, Im okey now. Juz lurve the songs Im not okey by My Chemical Romance.
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