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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 **
Sunday, March 27, 2005
-Crying In Silence-
It was raining heavily in the middle of the night and he walked home...alone, wondering around in tattered clothes and bruises face. His night was terrible but nobody even bothered to save him from the sudden attack. He was weak and barely could speak a word, his condition was unbearable and his appearance was similar to those street beggars. Rummage through the thrash to keep him alive for the night. Not even a pathetic soul feed him, let alone those selfish mindless greed. He found a filthy place that is sufficient to protect him from those needle like water droplets from the sky above. He looked up to the dark sky and start to question where is the love he deserve from god. He feels that everyone has abandoned him. Life seems so miserable for him but he still stays strong because there's still some confident in him left. But his confident slowly deteriorate and so was his health. Suicidal was constantly on his mind. He need help fast or else tonight will be his last breath. Six hours have past and its 11.53pm; he lay there motionless, lifeless. There is no last word from him except for the smile on his face even though the world was cruel to him.
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