Happy Ending

I passed the bar exam! YAY!

The news was spread this morning. First I got the news from my coworker via BlackBerry Messenger, that made my heart skipped beats. Suddenly I forgot about all wishes, I concentrated on this matter, I pray to God to make me pass. I tried to see the announcement from Torchy, but I couldn't open the .pdf file, damn! So I just copied and pasted the Peradi link and posted it in BlackBerry Messenger group chat for PKPA participants.

Then one of my PKPA friend replied in group chat, congratulated me for passing the test. I didn't believe it because I thought he thought I had passed. So I did private chat with him, and this is it:

I got 2 private chats afterwards, both were from my coworkers. The lawyer coworker congratulated me and asked for celebration. The secretary coworker sent me this chat:

That one was private chat to secretary from the witch. Yeah that forgotten witch. I didn't think he would give such a damn, but he probably just passed by the Peradi website and found my name. Not that I don't accept his good will, because I told the secretary to send my thanks to him. I guess we could really reconcile now.

So, this is it! My prayer all this time has been answered with a positive one! I passed the exam and now I'm the candidate for advocate! YAY! YAY! YAY! Happy ending!

Who says? -___-'

As in that song, each happy ending is a brand new beginning. I haven't even become a lawyer yet. There are still so much to do until I become one. I must write 3 criminal case trial reports and 6 private case trial reports during next two years, as a proof of my internship in a law firm. Then I must make some more documents. I must also prepare documents to get temporary permission from Peradi. So so so lazyyyy -___-' but I must do that! I've been one step ahead to make my dream, of becoming a lawyer, come true. I can't  stop here, never.

Well, congratulations to everyone who passed the bar exam too, then! I found some friends passed and some failed, but the ones who failed are them who were not prepared enough for the exam or didn't understand procedural law, so I think it makes sense.

Let's celebrate now! Buy cakes! Buy food! Dye my hair red! It's a happy happy day!

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Forgotten (Under The Spotlight)

Good morning! What's the story today? I have two.

This morning, the public car that I got ride to office was broke. Darn. So I must walked from toll road in front of Paramadina University to my office with my knee still injured. I wish it was good for recovering, although in fact it's getting worse .___. 

But yesterday I was so happy. Maybe not happy, but...excited. I felt awesome. Remember my post about the witch story? I met this witch yesterday when I was on my way home. I wanted to get a ride in a public car, and when I looked at the back seat somebody was waving to me. I waved back while questioning 'who is he?' and tried to sit on middle seat, but then I looked to the back seat again, the waving person asked me where the secretary was, then I was like...POP! Oh my Gosh, it was the witch! LOL! If I'm not mistaken, this is the second week since he left office, but I already forgot his unimportant face. Then because the middle seat was too full, I moved to other car, also because I was lazy breathing air in the same car with the witch.  

I checked my BlackBerry Messenger contact for fun, and found out the witch was no more in my list! Oh my God! It means he already removed me! YAY! I actually planned to do that, but I felt like it wasn't too important to do, besides I don't really care whether he's in my list or not, it won't affect my life. But don't you think it's awesome when I act cool all this time, then the person I don't care at all about whether he's dead or alive hate just left on his own without my push? I feel sooo awesome! I feel like partyin'! LOL!

Okay let's go back to poem. So, this is my last verses of the post I made in Plurk. This one is about you can't see anyone else but the person you love. Seeing this person gives you bravery to come near him/her, and suddenly you feel like the world approves you two to be together. Hate it? Love it? oh yeah, the title is Under The Spotlight.

I couldn't see anyone else
in мγ sight no one was there
all I see was yőυ and yőυ alone
as if yőυ're the only thing alive on this earth

bravery came out of мγ body and soul
I walked straight right to yőυ
I moved freely beside yőυ
the way the spotlight was shining on us

suddenly every eye was staring at us
the crowd remained in silence
Giving us time to collide
Giving us space to shine together

like two comets wε crashed
wε bumped into each other
But wε never been destroyed
for wε completed each other

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Perfection (The Ghost Story)

According to my previous post, this one is the second four verses of the post I made in Plurk when I was possessed. You know what...if a spirit or a ghost can be so poetic, it's not too scary. Indeed it's some kind of cool because when it possessed me I could be more poet than ever.

Actually, because I never seen it, I don't really believe that ghost or spirit appear in scary shape. It might just be caused by human's imagination, because psychologically what human thinks can come true. But who knows, I think this way because I never seen, and I wish I never will. 

if a ghost looked like this, would you still be afraid?

By the way, some employees in office next door were frequently possessed. I don't understand why, but most of them who were possessed had just come from the toilet but not the toilet near my office. Some people said it's because the toilet is dirty so the genies, ghosts, or spirits, like to stay there and possess people. I don't see how they can conclude that way, like they already known the ghosts personally and ever interviewed them about that. To me, those possessed people were just in stress or depression, they might had too much to think about, deeply, until their mind couldn't stand it and went crazy. 

Oh hell, what am I talking about? Isn't this post about my new poem? Why was I talking about ghost? damn, I was distracted -______-

So, this one poem is still about the attractive person you adore, or you love. You become so poetic when you think of this person or when you're with this person, and you love to hear this person name is called and you like to call it too until you can't stand it. this person is perfect with the imperfection. you just fall so simply.

I bet yőυ never knew

how every poetic silly words

always came up when yőυ were there

with all that imperfect perfection

I bet yőυ never knew

that every time yoυя name was called

I want to record so I can turn and listen to it

for uncountable times

when the time came for yőυ

yőυ stepped on the dance floor

beautifully you were moving

like yőυ spend yoυя entire life to dance

in the crowd yőυ were shining

brighter than every star I seen in the sky

glowing like a diamond in the sand
that undeniably caught my eye

Love it? Hate it? Personally, I love the words I put in. Please comment. Oh, I nearly forgot, the poem title is Perfection.

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Rhythm of Love

Hello again! 

Well, so, yesterday noon I was like possessed by a flirty poetic spirit. in Plurk, I made a random post including its responses. I wrote some kind of poem, but more like a story with so much poetic words like metaphors. I made a long one until I got tired.

I really was carried on. I was possessed. I didn't understand what was got into me, I just smoothly wrote everything. One thing I still aware about is the inspiration source, which I won't explain here because it's a top secret. I just didn't know how it can be so long, so huge. 

So this one poem is about being attracted to someone you know. Someone who is physically attractive at first, but then everything about this person affects you like giving you more energy and hypnotize you, and when you're with this person you hear a melody called love.

 

words were spoken softly
through that electrical voice
smile was carved perfectly
came up with unforgettable laughter

boosted up all the lost energy
in this tired body
until мγ two feet were ready
to tap on the dance floor

was just mξ but felt as if
your pretty eyes were staring at these moves

was helplessly nothing but moving
through the music with empty head

heart skipped the beats
rhyming through мγ tapping feet
over and over until I can’t count
as I knew yőυ were standing there

I ran back to yőυ
right when the melody was stopped
but all I heard was nothing through мγ ears
but the rhythm of Ľovε

do you love it or hate it? this is just the first five verses out of, correct me if I'm wrong, 13 verses. The post I made in Plurk was so long, so I must split them into more than a poem. This one is the first, which title is like the title of this post. Please give comments!

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To Love You At Your Worst

Today I finally got Adam Lambert's new single, Better Than I Know Myself. Such a beautiful music combined with beautiful lyrics, performed by beautiful voice. So inspiring. I am inspired.

This morning actually I have been thinking about some words I want to put in my new poem, but I still had no idea of the title and the content. But then after I listened to Better Than I Know Myself for maybe 5 times in a row LOL I got idea for a new poem, which title is At Your Worst. 

Like the lyrics in Better Than I Know Myself, my poem is also about can't let go of someone we love. We love him/her so much, but there are times we want to leave, but in the end we come back to him/her because we can't let him/her go. In Adam's song, the reason of not letting go is because the person knows us better than we know ourselves. But in my poem, the reason is because the person is the one for us and likewise. 

So, do you love it or hate it? Please drop some words!

I'm not looking for someone like you

I'm looking for you

The perfection with imperfection

The beauty with deep scar

To love you at your worst

Is the reason I was born in this world

When people look for a reason to love

Love is my reason to start

You're not my dream comes true

Because my reality is about you

There are times I can hate you too

But I can't find why I must leave you

I'm knocking on your door patiently

Waiting for you to let me in

I'm calling out your name silently

Hoping for you to hear and come in

You may not be what I'm looking for

But you're the one who completes me

And I may not be what you dream of

But I'm the one you need only

Oh...I edited some words a little. Still it doesn't change the content of the poem.

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