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Monday, October 20, 2008

One Step At A Time

Hurry up and wait
So close, but so far away
Everything that you’ve always dreamed of
Close enough for you to taste
But you just can’t touch

You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet
Wonder when and where and how you’re gonna make it
You know you can if you get the chance
In your face as the door keeps slamming
Now you’re feeling more and more frustrated
And you’re getting all kind of impatient waiting

[Chorus]
We live and we learn to take
One step at a time
There’s no need to rush
It’s like learning to fly
Or falling in love
It’s gonna happen and it’s
Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why
On step at a time

You believe and you doubt
You’re confused, you got it all figured out
Everything that you wished for
Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours
If they only knew

You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet
Wonder when and where and how you’re gonna make it
You know you can if you get the chance
In your face as the door keeps slamming
Now you’re feeling more and more frustrated
And you’re getting all kind of impatient waiting

[Chorus]
We live and we learn to take
One step at a time
There’s no need to rush
It’s like learning to fly
Or falling in love
It’s gonna happen and it’s
Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why
On step at a time

When you can’t wait any longer
But there’s no end in sight
It’s the faith that makes you stronger
The only way you get there
Is one step at a time

[Chorus]
Take one step at a time
There’s no need to rush
It’s like learning to fly
Or falling in love
It’s gonna happen and it’s
Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why
On step at a time

[Chorus]
One step at a time
There’s no need to rush
It’s like learning to fly
Or falling in love
It’s gonna happen and it’s
Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why
On step at a time

Lucky me! (second draft)


“Am I still alive?” I smelled the ground soil and clorophyl of the grass. When I woke up, I realized that I am lying on the ground near a drain. I can feel the sand in my eyes and tasted it in my mouth! I hope that was not shit or tiny insects.

As I look up to the sky, the sun is shining brigthly, I winked my eyes, I was lying on the ground, beside me was the gate and on the other side was the drain. In the the drain, a motorcycle has fallen down to the earth and the wheel was stirring. “Lucky me,” Im not at the hospital bed.

I heard steps coming towards me. An old man and a few mechanics helped me to lift up the motorcycle. It’s syetul’s motorcycle. What have I done to her motorcycle? There was something wrong with the poor motorbike. Oh no! Something was really wrong with the wheel. It was punctured. What am I supposed to do? I was very worried. I’m sure you must be thinking what Syetuls would say. Wait till the last paragraph.

Ouch! I felt like my pants was torn because something sharp was pressing my thigh and legs. It was a dry branch of flower trees planted near the drain. Fortunately I wore helmet and my precious head was safe. I was glad I was not fainting or bleeding. To tell you the truth, I got my pants torn. (my underpants too) huhu…I had to cover. Ida laughed at me and asked me if I was okay. She felt better after listening to my voice.

This accident happened in a blink of eyes. I was started to getting nervous as I discovered that the tyre has punctured and I didnt know how to replace the new tyre. And also that was not my motorbike. It's Syetul’s motorbike, who has gone back to the village for holiday. I was not supposed to involve her motorcycle with any miscellanious. I tried to calm myself by smiling and relaxing.

So I recalled back what had happened. It was a sunny morning . Instead of taking bus to town, Ida and I decided to go shopping at YAWATA Supermarket by motorbike.

Later we decided to fill in the petrol as it had almost reached the empty level. Carefully, I ride my motorbike to the edge of the road and enter the petrol station area. I saw a few men were washing cars at the gas pump. So I straight away waited for my turn behind a motorcycle. Ida got down from the bike to pay the money.

As the pump man finished filling in my motorbike oil tanks. Without thinking much, I switched on the bike and pressed the gear to speed. I don't know why, the motorcycle suddenly moved towards the edge of the other side of the petrol station area where there was a long but not too deep drain, bushes and gate.

Oh gosh! What was happening to me! I could not even think to press the brake or grasping the handbrake. I don't know why I just let the motorbike carried away by itself to the end of the area. I closed my eyes. 'Bang!' a crashing sounds from motorbike awoke me as I felt like flying away from the bike to the air. Haha. That was it!

Lucky me, that pak cik was a mechanic. He brought a spare tyre and started to repair the bike. Then, we paid him RM10.00. Shivering with fear I started the journey back to the hostel praying hopefully the motorcycle wont make trouble again. We when for lunch at the nearest restaurant to reduce the trauma.

What about Syetul? She was shocked but she cared about me first instead of her motorbike, of course I have to pay for the compensation. I apologized and helped her to service her motorbike. This traumatic accident reminds me that death is silence. So please be careful everywhere you go.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Lucky me! (first draft)


It was a sunny morning. Instead of taking bus to town, Ida and I decided to go shopping at YAWATA Supermarket by motorbike. It was a tough ride of course for about 20 minutes before we reached the supermarket.


Later we decided to fill in the petrol as it had almost reached the empty level. Who knows we might get trapped in the traffic or stuck in the middle of the road later? Carefully, I ride my motorbike to the edge of the road and enter the petrol station area. I saw a few men washing cars at the gas pump. So I straight away wait for my turn behind a motorcycle. Ida got down from the bike to pay the money.


As i started to think of owning a car in the future, the pump man finished filling in my motorbike oil tanks. Without thinking much, I switched on the bike and pressed the gear to speed. I don't know why, the motorcycle suddenly moved towards the edge of the other side of the petrol station area where there was a long but not too deep drain, bushes and gate.


Oh gosh! What was happening to me! I could not even think to press the brake or grasping the handbrake. I don't know why i just let the motorbike carried away by itself to the end of the area.


I closed my eyes. 'Bang!' a crashing sounds from motorbike awoke me as I felt like flying away from the bike to the air. Bump! Ouch! I landed on a grassy ground. I felt like my pant was torn because something sharp was pressing my thigh and legs. It was a dry branch of flower trees planted near the drain. Fortunately I wore helmet and my precious head was safe. I glad I was not faint or bleeding. As I tried to get up, an old man who I just called 'pak cik', and my friend Ida, hurried up towards me. I was alive. Thank god!


He lifted up m my motorbike and asked us to rest near the workshop right beside the petrol station. All the mechanics were watching us with anxiety of severe injuries. What a shame. I just simply got an accident at a petrol station. Actually the accident was so funny. But then I started to feel trauma. I tried really hard to overcome the feeling because i got to get back before sunset.


I was started to getting nervous as I discovered that the tyre has punctured and I didn't know how to replace the new tyre. And also that was not my motorbike. It's Syetul’s motorbike, who has gone back to the village for holiday. I was not supposed to involve her motorcycle with any miscellaneous. I tried to calm myself by smiling and relaxing.


Maybe the God Almighty wanted to help me because that pak cik was a mechanic. He brought a spare tyre and started to repair the bike. Then, he had finished his work. We paid him RM10.00. Shivering with fear I started the journey back to the hostel.


Praying hopefully the motorcycle won’t make trouble again. We went for lunch at the nearest restaurant to reduce the trauma.


Lucky me! I was still alive. God loves me. Ill be much more careful next time. Ive learned my lesson. It was one of the funniest accident and memories that ever happened to me. Ha! Ha!Ha!