Tak Tercapai Akalmu
Ku congak apa yang didepan ku
Sebelum atur langkah
Ku tahu kan ke mana
Tak mudah aku kan diperdaya
Dengan pujuk dan rayu
Hasut ke dunia mu
Sesungguhnya ku
Lebih dari yang kau tahu
Baik buruknya sesuatu
Selalunya difikirkan dulu
Biar berdentum
Langit runtuh dan menghempap diriku
Tidak tergadai tata susila ku
Yang menggambarkan siapa diriku
Biarlah bergoncang
Bumi di telapak kakiku ini
Namun takkan ku rubah pendirian
Yang membuat aku menjadi aku
Mungkin sukar tuk difahami
Kerna tak tercapai akal mu
Jangan ku kau sasarkan sebagai mangsa
Yang kau sangka mudah rebah
Santun bukan yang ku lemah
Mudahnya rosakkan dari membina
Mencemarkan dari memulia
Tak menghirau dari mengendah
Elyana
2006
p/s: Read the lyrics. It's good. =)
Sebelum atur langkah
Ku tahu kan ke mana
Tak mudah aku kan diperdaya
Dengan pujuk dan rayu
Hasut ke dunia mu
Sesungguhnya ku
Lebih dari yang kau tahu
Baik buruknya sesuatu
Selalunya difikirkan dulu
Biar berdentum
Langit runtuh dan menghempap diriku
Tidak tergadai tata susila ku
Yang menggambarkan siapa diriku
Biarlah bergoncang
Bumi di telapak kakiku ini
Namun takkan ku rubah pendirian
Yang membuat aku menjadi aku
Mungkin sukar tuk difahami
Kerna tak tercapai akal mu
Jangan ku kau sasarkan sebagai mangsa
Yang kau sangka mudah rebah
Santun bukan yang ku lemah
Mudahnya rosakkan dari membina
Mencemarkan dari memulia
Tak menghirau dari mengendah
Elyana
2006
p/s: Read the lyrics. It's good. =)
Paper 8 : Implementing Audit Procedure
Looking for Laila's number. Found it.
*Dialing*
No answer.
Yeen instead.
*Dialing*
"Hello?..Where are you guys?"
"Kitaorang tgh.."
"There you are..."
Watching the car passed by. I closed the book. Walked towards the cute silver MyVi. Greeted them. I was still outside the car. They were inside. Eating. The window opened.
"Hey may I come in?"
"No..haha. Tak boleh" Jokingly.
I went inside.
"Are you guys ready?"
"Enah demam. Tak boleh bangun...bla bla bla".
Cant remember what she said. Laila I mean. We talked. I tried to read some more. I can't. So, I just talked. We talked. I watched them eat.
*Tik tok tik tok tik tok*
It was already 2.30 pm. We were outside the car. Got our stuffs. Went inside the exam hall. Nobody's there except for the invigilator and supervisors. I looked for my desk, 8009. Nice number. Hopefully, it's a lucky number too. *Prays* I filled in the form. I filled everything. As usual. Few more candidates came in. I've finished doing what I was supposed to do. I waited. They spread out the question papers. I waited.
"It's 3. You may start"
I opened the booklet. I read the first question. I smiled. Not bad. I read the second question. I didn't smile. I read the third question. I quickly turned my head. I read the last question. I didn't know what to think. I answered the all the questions I can answer. I don't care whether its the correct answer. I just answer, my answer. Take it or leave it. I left few questions. Well, I didn't know know what to answer and I don't have my answer to answerthose questions. I tried. I went to the toilet twice. Just to waste some time.
"Put down the pens. We will collect your papers now"
She took mine. I asked Enah bout the paper. She said, ada senang, ada susah. I knew it. I asked Laila and Yeen. They said, it was okay. I knew it. I was the only one. I'm not sure whether I will pass or fail. I don't care. We walked out the hall. Went to Laila' s car. I got my bag. Went straight to my car. I started the engine. It was raining. I drove away from the place. Gonna come back tomorrow. Taxation this time. I hope it will be better. I want to smile. Please, let me smile. Chow!
December 7th
Yesterday, something was not right with my video ipod. The night before, I listened to the songs while charging the ipod. So I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning, err...I shall say it as, afternoon, because I woke up around 12 o' clock. I took off the charger from the ipod, but suddenly it hanged. You know, the screen was like, frozen. It didn't respond to anything. I tried connecting it again to the charger. Nothing happened. I tried connecting it using USB cable to the computer. Same thing. I panicked! What should I do? I serched for help on the net. I found it. I tried. Nothing! It didn't respond to anything at all. It was like, dead. I was so terribly sad. It's video ipod for god sake. It's my..friend. Sorta. I don't want anything bad to happen. I treasure it. I may be over reacting now (I was anyway), but who wont, right? So, I thought prolly I have to send it for service. Maybe something is not right with the battery or whatsoever. I asked my friend, where should I send it over. He said Low Yatt Plaza. He also said the battery would cost, RM150. Wow. That's expensive. I could buy two Esprit t-shirts with that amount of money. Well, there is a promotion going on there. One t-shirt for RM69.90, two for RM120. Cheap eh? I don't really care about the price, what I like is the cutting, pattern and whether it fits me well or not. I'm a kind of person who loves to wear, I should say, small shirts.
Why?
I'm a small person
My height?
162 or 164 cm (not sure).
Weight?
Last time I checked, 45 kg.
You are, Small
I know. I don't like baggy t-shirts.
Shirts?
Love em.
Why?
Smart. Expecially stripes.
Wear it?
I do.
Wait. I have changed the topic. I shall get back on track. So after that, I browsed the net to look for apple service centre. Damn! I can't find anywhere near my place. Not even in KLCC. What the Fish! There is one somewhere near KLCC. Megan Avenue whatsoever you call it. I know the place, but I'm not familliar with it. Sigh! I sensed trouble in paradise. Haha. I decided to just wait for today. As for today, my plan was to go to Low Yatt Plaza to get my beloved ipod fixed, and buy a pair of computer headphone. Not for me, but for somebody. But today's planned has been changed, last night. After feeling so bad about my ipod, I checked its condition once again. Just to make sure, I really need to send it for service. To my surprise, the ipod was responding. It showed some battery picture. Meaning, I have to charge it. Yay! So, I pluged the cable in. Woosh! It's working!!!!! I don't need to service it. I don't need to change the battery. I don't need to pay RM150. I can shop!!..erm..no, I won't.I can't. Huhu. So I woke up this morning..err...afternoon (again) with a different plan. I called my friend to ask him about today's plan. He said he wanted to go to a salon to get his hair straghtened. So, we fixed the time and agreed to meet at my place and use my car.
To?
Bukit Bintang
Was the road okay?
No
Why?
Jammed.
Where?
Maharalela-Hang Tuah.
Pissed off?
Duh.
Why?
I was tired.
Because?
I was having chest pain.
Chest Pain?
Yeah. Something was not right. My heart palpitated. Badly.
Why?
I don't know. I felt so tired. So tired to breathe. :(
After we parked our car at Times Square, we headed straight to The Hair Connection Academy at Sungei Wang Plaza. Unfortunately, my friend can't get his hair straightened there because it was kind of late for the academy people to give their service, but I decided to wash my hair. So my friend left me there and he went to find other salons that can give him the service that he wanted. I stayed there and got my hair, wash, treated and blowed. My hair is kinda long now, so I need to do something and take care of it. I don't want it to look like a super mess. Why super? Because it is kind of a mess now. Haha. Anyway, my friend finally got a place so he sms-ed me to tell me about it. I said I will be there after I have completed my, erm, mission. Both of us, completed our mission at around 6.30 pm. We headed back to Times Square. I still need to get the headphone. After that, pusing balik , and went to Starhill. We had dinner plan with another friend. He treated us . We had dinner at Shook. I ordered, sirloin steak. It was okay. I think the appetizer was better. I can't remember the name . It was something like, Snow Prawn. Whatever! But it was really nice. We had some conversations. After dinner, we decided to just get back home. We did. Such a tiring day. And I'm tired right now. I shall call it day. Hopefully, there won't be anything wrong with me. I don't wanna get sick. Goodnite. Chow!
Why?
I'm a small person
My height?
162 or 164 cm (not sure).
Weight?
Last time I checked, 45 kg.
You are, Small
I know. I don't like baggy t-shirts.
Shirts?
Love em.
Why?
Smart. Expecially stripes.
Wear it?
I do.
Wait. I have changed the topic. I shall get back on track. So after that, I browsed the net to look for apple service centre. Damn! I can't find anywhere near my place. Not even in KLCC. What the Fish! There is one somewhere near KLCC. Megan Avenue whatsoever you call it. I know the place, but I'm not familliar with it. Sigh! I sensed trouble in paradise. Haha. I decided to just wait for today. As for today, my plan was to go to Low Yatt Plaza to get my beloved ipod fixed, and buy a pair of computer headphone. Not for me, but for somebody. But today's planned has been changed, last night. After feeling so bad about my ipod, I checked its condition once again. Just to make sure, I really need to send it for service. To my surprise, the ipod was responding. It showed some battery picture. Meaning, I have to charge it. Yay! So, I pluged the cable in. Woosh! It's working!!!!! I don't need to service it. I don't need to change the battery. I don't need to pay RM150. I can shop!!..erm..no, I won't.I can't. Huhu. So I woke up this morning..err...afternoon (again) with a different plan. I called my friend to ask him about today's plan. He said he wanted to go to a salon to get his hair straghtened. So, we fixed the time and agreed to meet at my place and use my car.
To?
Bukit Bintang
Was the road okay?
No
Why?
Jammed.
Where?
Maharalela-Hang Tuah.
Pissed off?
Duh.
Why?
I was tired.
Because?
I was having chest pain.
Chest Pain?
Yeah. Something was not right. My heart palpitated. Badly.
Why?
I don't know. I felt so tired. So tired to breathe. :(
After we parked our car at Times Square, we headed straight to The Hair Connection Academy at Sungei Wang Plaza. Unfortunately, my friend can't get his hair straightened there because it was kind of late for the academy people to give their service, but I decided to wash my hair. So my friend left me there and he went to find other salons that can give him the service that he wanted. I stayed there and got my hair, wash, treated and blowed. My hair is kinda long now, so I need to do something and take care of it. I don't want it to look like a super mess. Why super? Because it is kind of a mess now. Haha. Anyway, my friend finally got a place so he sms-ed me to tell me about it. I said I will be there after I have completed my, erm, mission. Both of us, completed our mission at around 6.30 pm. We headed back to Times Square. I still need to get the headphone. After that, pusing balik , and went to Starhill. We had dinner plan with another friend. He treated us . We had dinner at Shook. I ordered, sirloin steak. It was okay. I think the appetizer was better. I can't remember the name . It was something like, Snow Prawn. Whatever! But it was really nice. We had some conversations. After dinner, we decided to just get back home. We did. Such a tiring day. And I'm tired right now. I shall call it day. Hopefully, there won't be anything wrong with me. I don't wanna get sick. Goodnite. Chow!
I Laughed, I Cried, I Smiled
Yesterday, was my first day of exam. The night before, was the last night for me to study the paper that I sat yesterday and I was accompanied by someone, but not physically. I woke up the next morning feeling all nervous since I was not ready to do the paper. I drove all the way to the exam centre. I waited for the time. I got into the exam hall. I looked for my exam desk. I smiled. I filled up the form. I waited. I took out all my stationaries. I talked to my friends beside me. I wished them, good luck. I wished myself too. I recite some doa quietly. The papers were spread out. I waited till they told me to start. "Okay, it's 3 o' clock, you have 3 hours to finish the paper, and you may start now." I opened the booklet. I was right about being unprepared for the exam.
The questions?
Unexpected.
The difficulties?
Unexplainable.
Easy?
Supposedly.
But why?
Lack of preparation.
Elaborate please?
I didn't pay much attention to the subject.
Because?
I'm not into it.
I answered the first question. I tried not to waste any time. So I read carefully, each and every line to know the point of the question. I got the point, but I don't know the meaning. I answered, but not with full confidence. It may be right, it may be wrong. It will be THE question. It indicates, whether or not, I will pass the paper. If my answer for the question is mostly correct, the chances of me passing, is there. If it's wrong, I will have to make sure, I allocate a certain amout of money next year, to be one of the future, "repeaters". Hopefully, I will not have to face that. I didn't answer the 2nd question because I can't.
The 3rd question?
Almost a disaster.
Was it hard?
Tricky.
What about the 4th?
Pathetic.
Why?
I answered pathetically.
Was it hard?
No.
So?
I didn't remember about the topic.
Pass or fail?
God knows.
It was 6. "Time's up. Put down all the pens, we will collect you papers, don't forget to write your registration number and desk number on the question paper". I was wondering why. Like we will get our question papers back. So not. " You may leave the hall now. Thank you." No, thank YOU. I just smiled at the end of the session. I didn't say anything about the paper to any of my friends. Well, I didn't voice out my opinion. I heard my friends talking. Whining. Some were smiling. Maybe it was okay for them. Some were making faces. Well, we are in the same league, people. I straightaway went to my car. Drove like a mad man.
Why?
Afraid I might be late.
For?
A movie.
Where?
KLCC.
With?
My friend, Achap.
What movie?
CINTA.
Was it good?
Marvelous.
That's all?
Fantastic. Great. Astonishing. Fabulous. Awesome. Stunning. Phenomenal. Spectacular...and a tear jerker.
Comments?
Not now.
Why?
I will break down.
Because of?
Love. Cinta.
I laughed. I cried. I smiled.
Soon, I will give my comments. Till next time. Chow
p/s: those are not mine
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