Can you feel the pain inside sometimes in my mind?
In the land of loneliness the seas of blood run cold
Is the feeling lost inside within the sins of all mankind?
Time after time we stood united on we go

Fly far away don't let the world pass you by?
Live for the day when we must stand and survive
Now we face the judgment day our souls will feel the pain
Hear the screams of my world through the rain

Silent fields of despair my tears in the rain
Pain in my heart bleeding through
One day we'll be back for one moment in time
Endlessly searching for you...

Who can cure my emptiness inside for this time?
Suffering from loneliness my dreams and hopes will die
No more feelings left inside my blackened heart I cannot hide
Time after time our souls divided on we cry

Fly far away don't leave your own past behind
Live for the day another year passes by
Now we turn to face our fear there's nothing more to say
Still your dreams and my nightmares remain


  • The Prophecy

    • As darkness claims all light
    Leaving the land in Eternal Night
    Amidst the dead and innocent cries
    Only then The Chosen One shall rise

    Enter thy world but fear not
    I walked through the darkness and shadows, I've fought
    So open your hearts and open your minds
    For inside, only knowledge will you find...
    Wall Of Infamy

    The Chosen One
  • Muhammad Sufyan Bin Roslan
  • Singapore Polytechnic [DICT]
  • 11 March 1989
  • Servant to Allah S.W.T
  • Disciple to Prophet Muhammad S.A.W
  • Forward for SPMLS United
  • Lead Guitarist for Disasterpiece
  • Leader Of The Rebel Alliance

    Thy Chosen Amor
  • Allah S.W.T
  • Family and friends
  • Her*
  • The underground scene

    Thy Chosen Hatred
  • The Bush Administration and Israel for crimes against the Islamic world. Or to the world actually.
  • Idiots like George Bush, Donald Rumsfeld, Tony Blair and Ariel Sharon just to name a few
  • Matreps and Minahreps. Don't taint our society. Throw yourselves down the drain and rid us of your stupidity please

    Disclaimer
    This blog is the property of Muhammad Sufyan. If you don't like it and have no constructive criticisms, please keep it to yourself. I'm sure someone else cares about them, cos I really don't have time for narrow-minded fools like you. Thank you very much. Oh, and please, throw yourself down the drain to and rid us of filth like you.
    • The Chosen Significant Other
  • **Azlin

    The Chosen Confidantes

  • Abdillah Agger*
  • Abang'Escaflowne'Din*
  • Adawiyah*
  • Adi*
  • Arep*
  • Amir(The Reverence)*
  • Amir(The Forgiver)*
  • Amalina*
  • Azhar*
  • Fhaizal Eleventhfinger Drummer*
  • Hadi Brengsek*
  • Friendster*
  • Haryanti*
  • Hilmi*
  • Kakak'Empress'Ain*
  • Liyana*
  • Lydia Natasya*
  • Mahirah*
  • Miza*
  • Nani*
  • Nazif*
  • Nurul*
  • N.Nadiah*
  • Ridzwan*
  • Shakinah*
  • SPMLS*
  • Suhailah*
  • Syafiq(Sarep)*
  • **Syafique Esperansas*
  • Syahid Masnor Gerrard*
  • Syikin*
  • Wan Emocore*
  • Zac*
  • Zee*

    • Sunday, October 08, 2006

    1:04 am

    **Attentzione**
    From this post onwards, I'll try not to say any unsightly four-lettered words. Its not because of people complain or whatsoever, its more of a desire to change my past failings =)
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    Just got back for Iftar a while ago, and woo~ it was awesome!!

    Literally worked my ass off, running here, there and everywhere helping out wherever that needs help. Though it was kinda shitty that they told us to come at 10 but the thingy started at 130.

    Though Farid were assigned to the logistics area, he joined us at the food area as part of the Food-Logistics Coalition Forces. And that was when all four of us, me, Azhar, Wan and Farid had a hell of a time. We were told to mingle with the outsiders but we chose instead to be the so-called 'welcoming committee'. The wierd thing is that people stopped coming when we took it upon ourselves to welcome them. Maybe it has something to do with the 'escaped-monkey' sound-like heard fro m T11A 4th floor.hehehe (it wasnt me)

    And today, the quote of the day is: "A Jedi's life is a sacrifice."
    Why? So-called because of us having to sacrifice a lot for the...erm..better good.haha
    First up was Farid's sacrifice during the icebreaker games. Thought I was gonna be number 34, but Farid accidentally say number 34, so out he goes!! Fuhhhh...nasib...

    Another one is me and Azhar foregoing our real buka to take some cold water at T18 just so that the Iftar people have some cold water to drink. Cleaned the cooler, rinsed it and filled it up with cold water before runing back to T15 so that they could have the cold water. And yeah, it was damned tiring. But well, sacrificing for the better good have always been part of my life, so, wasn't much of a big deal for me.

    Before that, me and Azhar had to carry the mee hoon from FC6. It was damned heavy and not to mention hot. Arif was there but he didn't help much (he went MIA after buka btw) just keep on talking with Falina while me and Azhar were struggling with the heavy mee oon load. Told Arif to help Azhar instead of me cos his load was about to topple over before literally running all the way to T15. After that, my arms were shivering like hell and all the veins on my arms were popping. Style~

    The best part of Iftar has to be the cleaning up part at the end. Run around as if in a marathon, helping out wherever I could. Close the dividers? I was there. Rearrange the tables and chairs? I was there. Bring everything to clubhouse? I was there. Terawih? I was....erm....lets leave that unsaid, shall we?

    Was really doing everything as if a man possesed. Azlin ask for people to help her rearrange the tables, I was the first one there. She ask for people to close the dividers, I was the first one there again. And the best part is, I didn't feel tired, more like exhilirated.

    The scene outside the clubhouse after that was like, as Azhar put it, a group of refugees from Lebanon coming together. Drinking water like there's no tomorrow, not even using cup, just togok. Even Suhailah got into the fun but Azlin keep pn asking for a cup saying something about tak sopan or something along that line. Fine fine, I know. It is a bit tak sopan, but you've got to do when you got to do (macam btul jer gitu eh)
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    Fawzey was really funny when the cups finally arrived. A whole mob was scrambling for the cups and somehow, Fawzey got there first since he betul2 gelojoh. End up, his cup is the one cup that has a hole in it.hahahaa. Moral of the story? Siapa siapa yang tak sabar, confirm dapat cawan berlobang.kekeke

    After that, salam everyone and went home. The bloody haze got thicker I think. Even the Dover Station is foggy.sheeeesshh. Health hazard.
    Got home and found out that the packed food Azlin packed for me was really alot. I think can last for 3 sahurs.haha. takperla, rezeki jangan dibuang =)

    So lastly, sorry for my twinnie for didnt see you waving at me just now cos I was too intent on looking away from you-know-who. And I've got prove that I'm moving on. You want to know it? go ask Azhar or Farid. They know what is it, cos I can't stop yapping about it just now to them. =)

    To Kakak Ain: Baca btul2 lerrrr.. I said FRIENDS, not family or relatives...jauh tuuuu

    ___~Why do I even bother...