Purify Our Soul

** 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 **

Friday, September 09, 2005

-Super Stress-

Earlier in the day, I can say dat its not my day. I send my project (a 24 MB file size) to my fren thru msn. I left home coz got XML common test. When I reach Yishun MRT station, my sister called me and said that the tranfer process got terminate. I ask my sister to send the file again and the same thing happen. This happen ard 1.30pm. My common test start at 2pm and my project deadline was 5pm. How could the computer do such a thing to me at this point of time. Im super pressured and couldnt ease my mind until the extend dat I couldn't concentrate on my common test and I finished the paper in 1 hour.

Rushed home coz need to reduce the file size so dat I could upload to gmail. Took taxi all the way to my fren house who reside at Ang Mo Kio. Bad luck lapsed one after another, coz when I reached his house, he cant start his internet connection (need to download the files from Gmail...remember!!). The time was 4.30pm and Im 30 mins away from failure. Ive got no choice but to go to skool lab wif his thumbdrive and download the files. Took bas service 159 to and fro from his house. Once again Im bak at his house wif the files in his thumbdrive and he burn the files into a CD. Im in deep shit coz Im 2hrs off the deadline. Took taxi again to skool (Blk S). During dat journey, I tried to come up wif a perfect reason so dat I could buy my way off from failure. I was feeling super stress.

This is the best part. When I reached his office, the lecturer was not there and the whole of my klasmate project was in this paper bag that was hanging at the door knob. Inside contain a note stating, "Dear sir, we tried to contact u at 5pm but we get ur voicemail instead. Therefore we left our project here. Sorry for any inconvenience cause." I slide my project into the bag and felt so relieve coz I could pretend dat I hand up the project together wif my klasmate at 5pm. Its not a bad day after all. Aniwae, thanks to Farhan (my true buddy) for burning those stuuff into a CD.

Slack wif Exco Helmi outside clubroom. 2moro got soccer match - SIT vs SBM

Jotting Down Thoughts @ ||11:35 PM|

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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