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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 **
Thursday, December 15, 2005
-Where Am I Standing-
Am I going mad or madness is taking over me...either way, the end result will definitely be the same. Im so vulnerable...eventhough I was spike and poison by my frenz, I still pretend that they are still my good fren. The group of frenz that might actually help me stood up. Im certain that there are only a few of them who would actually cried for me, reduce my burden. I wonder why u people pretend when you could actually shoot all u want at me. I tot I was the one who are afraid to receive this negative impression but it seems that u people are more afraid...such cowards of u people coz the only person who is going to lose is me.
I wonder...if I faced wif danger, is there any of my frenz who would actually get me to safety. Im afraid I cant depend on u people anymore. From where I stand, it seems that everyman is for themselves or better still..."IF YOU ARE NOT PART OF US, WHY IN THE WORLD SHALL WE HELP YOU".
To my lovely sista, Haryatie...Im so sorry if I wasn't there for you. I noe dat I let u down somehow. I never get you ur much deserve bday present. I promise that somehow, I'll get it something.
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