Hi. now at office. but dont have things to do. rasa nak cabut balik je. bukan ada orang tau pun. tapi... jahat sangat tu. aku tunggu kol 5 la. pastu chaow. tak mau stay lama2 dah. tomorrow takkan ada banyak masa cmni dah. esok ada kerja kat nilai. for internal audit lagi. but tak suka sebab kena bangun awal2 pastu pergi naik ktm sampai serdang. ahhh. tak suka keretapi. lama! tp ok lah ada banyak masa free rini. boleh pergi micpa submit project. dah hantar. tak macam 1st paper dulu. hantar lambat pastu kena penalize. so, tak failed dah rasanye. hee.
pic 2nd paper yg dah success.
btw, i miss abah n mama now. last weekend tak puas. aku tengok twitter cam freaks sgt dah. bosan. that's why aku tak semak sana rini. somemore, aku tak bawak fon datang kerja. susah jugak. tak dpt nak wish morning kat dear2. ehhh. tak. susah lah orang lain nk contact. lagi2 rini job baru. humm.. dah. bye! -just-a-boring-post-from-boring-me-
Roughly about today : WoW Today was the last session of WoW interview. The person whom interviews me was a woman of 28 to 35 years old. And she is Malay. However, she was a lil serious throughtout the session. I woke up late in the morning. And had to rush going to UIC since I’ll be going Menara Citibank at Jalan Ampang by bus. Thanks to Intan for waking me up. Or else Im not going to sit for the interview. I think i did badly in the short video response. I feel quite nervous as i wited long enough since i was the last person for that morning session. Hariz however did successfully during the interview. Here was some part of question that been asked for me. Q: give different about normal track and fast track
- Where did u r going to do ur internship.
- A : at BDO.
- BDO binders?
- A: yup.
- At Kl or branch?
- A: kl
- Awk asal cni?
- A: nope. Saya terikat dengan contract with BDO. BDO sponsor saya tuk sambung MICPA.
- What is your planning in future?
- A: i will continue working with BDO since the i have contract work with BDO after my studies.
- How long?
- 4 years.
- What is your CGPA?
- IC. 3.4 je.
The interviewer did ask me many question until I was trapped. The key word that trapped me into the interview is when i used the word I THINK. I know, it showed that Im not ready with the interview. Then, she taught me to seek advice/opinion from other people to ensure that we are success.How u measure ur successfulness? She commented about : asked opinion from other people on the color that i choose to attend interview
wear shoes not sandals(wedges instead)
Q: do you think u pass this interview?
End of the more than half hour interview.I feel different and lost word for awhile. Geez..
End .................................................................................................................... today : 20.09.2012 i dah kerja pun. no need to attend any other interview. tadi i kerja kat plaza osk. just opposite menara citibank tempat interview wow dulu. so, waktu kerja hari2 macam teringat kenangan dulu lah. yikes! *kenangan kunun* masa yang dah berlalu.
1. the main reason is because the water supply to my rent house got into trouble as the main tank on top of the building, which store water for the whole block was damaged. i dont know why. but the water was just went back to normal from the water disruption about 3 days back. now, the trouble still happened. it was so effing troublesome. im tired to go and take pails of water on my own from downstairs. i live at level 6 and the temporary water supply is at level 6. sometimes one of the elevator also failed to service. so, i need to use stairs to bring the water to my house.
2. unsatisfied response from a close friend. can u just be patient and keep calm. we fall into same trouble. so just wait a bit and we try to handle it together.
3. annoyed with makcik who live at level 3 block c (maybe). the house is just beside the place where we used to get the temporary water supply. she's just so annoying. she is the one who developed this anger mood. if i were a terrorist, im sure will put bomb in her mouth! we are tired to face all this effing trouble but she just simply scolded us for making some noises. eff!
4. unfriendly so-called best friend. he got into trouble then, me also feel his messed-up. so screw him.
hi! update lagi hari ni boleh? tadi waktu kerja ada 1 conversation ngan sorang colleague ni. and i just realized that aku dah lama kerja kat BDO tu. know what, its have been 8 months and 2 months. which in total means 10 months i work at the company. haha. i still can survive. what an achievement! give me a big clap. haha. but i still feel lack of knowledge. never mind, still got another 4 years. cannot countdown bila contract habis lagi. sebab contract 4 years belum start lagi. maybe next months or on 1 nov. now still within 3 months probation period. sigh~ tunggu nanti countdown aku naik. haha! end.!
I am a Serious person. I don’t like Stupid
jokes. If I asked a Simple question, and that question is kinda important, I
expected the answer to be a Simple but right/correct. Not Something like very deviate
from the main point. Example:
This is very lame and annoying.
Q : eh, kau ade gunting tak?
A : ade. Kat kedai.
Q : kau tengah wat ape? *i expect the
answer is im doing auditing or accounting or name-any-subjects-that-we-learn.*
A : tengah menari. *which she
obviously sedang wat homework*
I am not that Stupid that I will ask what
you exactly do when I actually seen that through my bare eyes. Huh!
Sometimes, i don’t like when people make
Some unintentional mistakes like “typo in texts’ and you will make fun and keep
repeating the mistakes over.
I don’t know, maybe i am the only person
that feel that way.
I have left this things quite a looong time. im going to do some maintenance work on this blog soon. haha..
hey, truly i said, i feel quite clumsy to work on this blog. this is my first time using the new upgraded blogspot layout. seriously i feel like a bit jakun. haha.
alhamdulillah. i am currently doing good although i feel like so-called half-alive zombie after much works and busy life in final sem studies.
rasa macam susah nak percaya. ehh. dah last sem.. pasni dah boleh kerja.. ehh. cepatnye.. student life will ends soon.. i only have a limited 3months time or less to live as a student.. macam tak percaya kan? rasa macam the whole life spend just to studying je.. but after this, dah kena kerja..kena cari duit makan sendiri.. MARA dah tak de sponsor lagi. instead, kena bayar balik hutang2 yang dah pinjam kat MARA before this.. :)
i just finished my MICPA-ICAA (Taxation) paper 2 days ago. woooahhh!~ seronok tau dak! finally its over. sekarang, kena doa banyak2 je.. sebab results will come out in one months from exam date.. cepat kan? nervous kot.. if orang tanya, mcm mana exam?? aku tak tau ape nak cakap.. ntah la. something yang tak boleh nak desribe ngan kata2. #over sangat. haha
dari start sem, boleh kira berapa kali je gi tgk movie. g jalan2 jauh. g lepak shopping complex. g balik rumah. most of the time, kena struggle. ni pun baru lega sikit sebab dah abes micpa. xde lah kena pegi blaja kat sunway on weekends dah. *fuhhh.
wooaaahhh.. i miss home.. i miss momma. i miss daddy.. i miss adeks.. i miss rabbits. i miss cats.. hummmm...
sgt relieve after i managed to set an appointment for one of group assignment.. even sgt last minute and maybe we are sort of the last group yg pergi wat interview tu nanti.. ehh, nanti kami nak pergi les' copaque.. haha.. comel kan? jangan jeles..
i feel like to story so much thing. and yes, many things happen since the last time i did my post. haaa.. now i remembered, last time i feel like a bit down nak continue to do blogging since ade orang cakap my blog is boring.. tacing kot.. so giv up.. but now, malas layan.. dah about 5 months past.. so, im back!
i dont create funny story. i dont aim to entertain people. i do just for my own satisfaction. i feel good and happy, so i do blog. if u dont like to read its up to you. i never ask u to read it.
i still have lots of outstanding works to be completed as soon as possible. i also need to catch up many things that i missed. maf 635 la. aud 610 la. humm plus others la..
i will write more soon.
p/s : if, i did a mistake without i realised or aware of it, to you, and you feel annoyed, touched or whatever, I hope u will forgive me. sorry buddy.
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.