The Muse

The Muse

Muhammad Sufyan Al-Khalifah Bin Roslan
  • Khalifah Fil Ard
  • 3 Shaaban 1409H / 11 March 1989
  • Singapore Polytechnic
  • Ahlul 'Ilm Intifadha
  • Al-Munawwar
  • Masjid Jamiyah Ar-Rabitah (Nurabitah Youth)

    Reach me:
  • feenyx_synystra@hotmail.com [MSN/Facebook]
  • mdsufyanroslan.spmls@gmail.com (anything else]

  • Rite Of Passage



    Famous Last Words

  • Adi Reza
  • Ahlina
  • Ain
  • Aisyah
  • Al Mutanaziah
  • Adek Amirah
  • Athifah
  • Azlin
  • Arep
  • Abdul Hadi
  • Amalina
  • Eisya
  • Faan
  • Faizul
  • Hilmi
  • Hilmi Multiply
  • Hazimah
  • Liyana (Gwen)
  • Mahirah
  • Nani(Sis)
  • Nuraini Masturah
  • Nur Afiqah
  • Nurul
  • Nurul Fadhilah
  • Raudah Fityan Ghufran
  • Sanctuary
  • Shakinah
  • Suhailah(Sis)
  • Syafiqano Gaylord
  • Shark-Pinah
  • Su-Piyani
  • Shamsydar Fityan Ghufran
  • Yad
  • Zaid

    The Extended

  • SPMLS Nurhayat
  • SPMLS Taman Ilmu
  • SPMLS Nurdeen
  • SPMLS SangSingaPurba
  • Fityan Ghufran
  • Nurabitah

    Famous Last Words

    In every loss, in every lie
    In every truth that you'd deny
    And each regret and each goodbye
    was a mistake too great to hide
  • Tuesday, 19 August 2008

    What do I do to ignore what's behind me?
    Do I follow my instincts blindly?
    Do I hide my pride away from these bad dreams
    And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
    Do I let it go and try to stand it?
    Or do I try to catch them red handed?
    Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
    Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
    Cause I cant hold when I'm strecthed so thin
    I make the right moves but I’m lost within
    I put on my daily facade but then
    I just end up getting hurt again
    By myself



    Everyone has their frailities

    Whether they show it or not. Whether its there for all to see.

    I have my own weaknesses, my own frailities.

    I chose to hide them, such so that only certain people know of them.

    Only certain people know where to strike so surgically at that perfect spot, that even the smallest poke might break me.

    That aside, my body is finally succumbing to the physical drain inflicted from the past few weeks.

    Fortunately, thank God that my emotional and psychological being is currently running at its most efficient. Power of the Unicorn perhaps. heh.

    Thursday's the Maths paper. Sick or not, I'm going to get through this.

    For Him

    For them

    For the family

    For *you

    and finally


    For myself



    p.s. immbu(:



    If I turn my back I’m defenseless
    And to go blindly seems senseless
    If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they’ll
    Take from me till everything is gone
    If I let them go I’ll be outdone
    But if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun
    If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer
    Then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer
    By myself



    I ask why, but in my mind
    I find I can’t rely on myself

    Al-Khalifah Barakallahu Feekum @ 23:17

    Fi amanillah barakallahu feekum // requeimforthefallen.blogspot.com