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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 **
Saturday, March 25, 2006
-Mini Expedition-
Had to skip my Expresso & Brew Class to make way for my mini expedition which is held at Pulau Ubin. There's a catch to the mini ex...we have to carry 14 kg of loads with us where ever we go.
There's these gerl named Nadiah (what ever her name is spelt as) from SCL. She bring along a huge heavy bag (14 kg to be exact). So I offered her to trade my backpack which only weight less than 10 kg and the size is propotionate to her body size. The first segment is cycling. We have to cycle to somepart of Pulau Ubin. Wif our heavy backpacks, we try to catch up wif the instructors. Everything went fine until we went off road. The rocky terrain made us cycle slower. It was hard werk and a pain to some of our arses. Condition got worst when we were directed to cycle through the long grass plain. The length of the grass, is above my height. Went through some lalangs, scrubs, thorns and almost step on poo. Our mountain bike couldnt take the conditions so we have to push our way and the bike through the thick field. Head bak to our command post to start the second segment.
Second segment is somewhat like a treasure hunt. We have to navigate our way to the location together wif our backpacks. This time, we have to walk to our location and find the answers to the given clue.
Rite now, my shoulders is aching from the pull of the backpack. Imagine carrying the 14 kg load throughout the whole day without putting down. Its killing me but I stand tall and strong. Ohh yes...love the bumboat rides. It was fun. Afta the whole mini expedition, went to eat at Changi Village. I was starving and drank what I've been craving at Pulau Ubin...coke.
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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