Chapter 8 (Final): Au...revoir?

*Credits to the owner of the picture. I do not own this picture.*

*(Source of inspiration) Distance - Christina Perri feat. Jason Mraz.

After all this years, he waited.

Will he ever get to see a reply for the note many years ago?

Will he ever get to see her again?

If she ever says to him,


"Wow, it's amazing that you still remember me after all these years."


Now, do you know why?


So, what will be her answer?




Be his dream catcher, filter all the bad ones and only keep the good ones?


Hop on the boat, go wherever it takes them?


Or, will it be an au revoir?


Will you end his waiting?


Read: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2-1 / Chapter 2-2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Row, row, row your boat.

*Credits to the owner of the pic. I do not own the pic*

"Row, row, row your boat,

Gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Life is but a dream."

Indeed life has been like a dream for this boy.

Do you know how dreams are?

Soft, cloud-like? 

It feels so real, but still you'll question yourself:

'Did it really happen?'

One year.

   Two years..

      Three...

        Four....

          Five.....

            Six......

             Seventh year.

He has not seen her in seven years.

Yet he has not forgotten a bit about her, nope. 

Those specs.

The pony tailed hair.

That smile.

'Will I ever see her again?'


Will she be his dream catcher? - to filter all the bad dreams, and only make all good ones.

'How are you?'

Read: Previous: Chapter 6 // Next: Chapter 8 (Final)

Chapter 6: Dreading much.

*Credits to the owner of the picture. I do not own the picture.*

Final year of elementary school.
It's time to enter junior high.

Before that, let's get to know this boy a litttttttle more.
He has this problem.

Some might see it as a big deal, some might think it is part of growing up.

TO LET GO. 





AND TO FORGET.



Not in a bad way like anger management, but more of a....sentimental side?





Continuing..


The time has come.



To move on.

He had to let go.



He sees her for the last time.


Her sisters.


He stood and look as she goes into the dark green coloured car and drives away.




"Good . . bye."





Will he ever get to see her again?




Read:  Previous: Chapter 5 /// Next: Chapter 7

Chapter 5: Nervous much?

*Credits to the owner of the picture. I do not own the picture*

It was the month of fasting.

Teacher: All Muslim students are required to gather at the big hall at 11 o'clock. No excuses.


*R i ~ i n g
Rang the school bell.
The clock strikes eleven.
Muslim students proceeded to the big hall.






.....what about the non-Muslim students?


They were left unattended.
They were restless.

Slowly a small group of them moved to the canteen.

To hang out with different classes of students.

..........

He was bored in his class.
He then proceeded to the canteen with his gang.




There she stood.
With her friends.


His friends wasted no time in joining them.


He followed behind.



And there they were, playing batu seremban (also known as five-stone game).
She asked him to play along.
He nodded.



-Play play play-


It was his turn.
He grabbed the stones.
About to move his hand.






She rested her hands on his.






He looked at her.
She looked at him.



She pulled back her hand.
She thought it was her move.
She blushed.



He smiled.




Read:  Previous: Chapter 4 / / / Next: Chapter 6

Chapter 4: As long as it takes.

True Sight. By - Austin Lynn 

*Credits to the owner of the picture. I do not own the picture*

"As I lay down to sleep, I remember the picture of your beautiful face.

The first time I saw you, the last time we met.

Ever since, when It comes to mind, I stop and think of you.

The beauty that makes my heart race, The voice that blows me away.

I only know that If I was at your side, the thoughts would turn into reality,

and staring into your amazing eyes, I would have...

True Sight(: 

Every moment goes by at the longest pace,

I feel as though your only a minute away 

But as the hours pass and the Time runs through the day,

We're still so far apart.

I sigh and close my eyes, I stop and think of you.

The chills I get when you held my hand, Your soft, beautiful smile.

I only know that if I was at your side, the thoughts would turn into reality,

and staring into your amazing eyes, I would have...

True Sight(:

I look out my window and into the sky, The stars shine with such awe.

Thinking of you, they move with my Imagination, forming into a heart.

then shoot off into the distance and I walk towards my door.

I run downstairs and go outside only to find a cold black sky,

I walk into the house with my head hung low, and Sigh.

I sit and look up at the ceiling, I stop and think of you.

The warm laugh that would bring light to my eyes,

and at every moment hoping you think of me as I do you,

I only know if I was at your side, The thoughts would turn into reality.

and staring into your amazing eyes, I would have...

True Sight.(:

Then I go back to my room and lay back on my bed, Close my eyes.

and think some more. "

And he thinks to himself.

How long more should I wait?

Will she reply that note of his?

And he shall wait..

As long as it takes.

Read: Previous: Chapter 3 // Next: Chapter 5

Chapter 3: Spit it out!

*Credits to the owner of the picture. I do not own the picture*

Not long after the letter disappeared,

She appeared.

And approached him.

Why?

Because written in the note was:

"Once completed, pass it to him."

Girl: Who wrote this?

Boy: Huh? What's that? Where did you find it?

Girl: It was under my table, addressed to me. I didn't know what to do, so I took it home. 

Boy: Oh, that's weird. I don't know. Why?

Girl: How could you not know?

Boy: How would I know?

Girl: Well the note says to pass it to you once it is completed.

Boy: Erm... Well have you completed it?

Girl: I will not unless you tell me who wrote this note.




...And he just stood there beside the two of them, listening.

He smiled to himself.

Read: Previous: Chapter 2.2 /// Next: Chapter 4

Chapter 2.2: Shaking in his boots.

*Credits to the owner of the picture. I do not own the picture*

This boy, had a very close and good friend.
It was not a hero-sidekick type of friendship,
They were.. best friends.


..He was the one who suggested to put the note under the table.


Moving on..


The next day, the boy went and did a follow up.
To see if she has replied.





But it's gone.
The letter disappeared.

He panicked.


Some teacher found it and took it away?


She threw it in the rubbish bin?


Her friend took it?






Oh no.




Read:  Previous: Chapter 2.1 /// Next: Chapter 3

Chapter 2.1: A hidden note.

*I do not own the picture. Credit goes to the owner of the picture*

As the days went by, he paid more and more attention to her.

Every now and then he walks pass her class just to catch a glimpse of her.

She wears spectacles.

Her hair is neatly tied as a pony tail.

School prefect.

And she sits at the inner table, second row after the teacher's table.

'I must find some way to contact her'.

...'Hey, why not leave a note under her table? She might notice it.'

And so he began writing.
A note.




Note.




.....a biodata?






Read: Previous: Chapter 1 // Next: Chapter 2.2

Chapter 1: Caught.

*I do not own the picture. Credit goes to the owner of the picture.

It was a Monday morning. It has to be.

Or on that day's case, a story telling competition day.

There came a little girl, looking pretty confident. 

It was the story of 'The Lion and the Mouse'.

..The way she roared when she pretended to be the lion.

..Her way of speaking rather timidly and terrified as the mouse.

A boy raised his head. He was rather amused at the way she told the story. 

And he listened till she finished the story.

He was never attentive during these assembly sessions,

...but not this time.

Things are about to change.

- Even the weak and small may be of help to those much mightier than themselves. -

Read: Next: Chapter 2-1

Memoirs.

*Beep beep. Beep beep*

‘’H-h..hello?” in a weak voice.

“Hey. What’s up?”

“….well…”

“…yes, anything?”

“Urm..you see…”

“Oh spit it out already! Sheesh.”

“…….err.”

“If you’re not gonna say anything I’ll hang up.” And she chuckled.

“….alright! Park, tomorrow, meet me something say I want to important! OKAY???”

“Whoa, whoa. Chill! Come again?”

“…….”

“Goodness what happened to you? Okay. So from what I heard, you want me, to meet you, at the park tomorrow.  Yes?”

“….mmhm.”

“Alright. As usual it is then. Oh by the way, you’re acting pretty weird today. Okay, see ya tomorrow. Bye!”

And he heard her chuckle before she hung up.

-To be continued-

Hello April.

It is April already.
A quarter of the year gone.

Spring! Or err..it's forever the same here in Malaysia - sun and rain throughout the year. Ngeh.

     Oh, Happy Easter to those who are reading this. (Very late wish but then better late then never :B). Easter is about..

Well you might say 'What's so fascinating about an empty tomb?'

Oh now I'm telling you that THIS empty tomb is what that shows that HE LIVES. Father Lord sent His one and only Son to die on the cross for us, and was buried in a tomb. The third day he rose from the dead, proving to us that HE is the Son of God, the long awaited Messiah. 

And the best part is...............

I missed Easter service for the first time of my live.

Why? Because I followed a bunch of MAD people (whom I love to the max) ALL the way to Kuala Pilah for a surprise birthday party. 

You know who you are MAD people. Yeah my frans from UTAR. 

-Sin Hui (The world's prettiest birthday girl)

-Desiree (My prettiest daughter)

-Xiang Lin (My....wife? O__O)

-An Qi (Errr pretty pretty XD)

-Le Zheng (My eldest son)

-Ah Meng (My beloved second son)

-Ah Mok (Errr sapa lu LOL :B)

And me, the father. And I will always wonder why am I the father since I am the youngest among you guys -__-'''

[Yes if you are from UTAR PJ Campus, May intake 2011, keep in mind that I will always love you guys no matter what. Please do not forget me :') ]

"Crazy people all the way from PJ take train to KL take bus to Seremban take bus to Kuala Pilah = 3 hours journey." 

But the 3 hours journey seems to pass by so quickly when we're all laughing. 

All those tiredness are forgotten when you cried tears of surprise and tears of joy.

And yes we were all touched too.

Please don't throw those 408 hearts away. We folded them all the way from PJ to KL to Seremban to Kuala Pilah (And even standing in the bus without light). Ngeheh :B

Pop quiz! Do you know what is famous at Kuala Pilah..?

*Bzzzztt* Tak tahu?

Answer: Water terrapins! TT___TT HURRRRR HOW COULD YOU PEOPLE EAT TURTLES.

Fran's mother even scolded us for not eating terrapins LOL.

But then at the end of the day, this question popped up in my mind: 

Is God more important or your friends more important?

HURRR TT__TT 

Hehehh that's all for this update!

All the best waiting for the next post ;)

*Credits to all owners of the pictures. I own none of the pictures :)

Oh hi :)

Credits to the owner of picture. I do not own the picture :)

Oh wow. So much dust on my blog. *blows..*

Hi again. It's been A WHILE since my last post.

Hellow again world. :)

*waves*

So much happened these past few months. 

People came, people went. 

I went away.

I still miss what passed.

I still remember what happened.

So much joy, so much laughter.

The much love among friends.

But I left.

Oh well life HAS to go on.

No point looking back.

At least I'm doing what I want now.

Feeling forgotten.

Sacrifices.

We have to do some along the line.

It was my own choice anyway.

OH PFFFTTT WHAT AM I WRITING.

Blehhh till the next post. Lost my inspiration ngeh.

Chao :)

Pineapple tarts!

Weehee! It's the time of the year again, where distant relatives are re-united, everyone goes shopping for new clothing(or maybe not :B), cookies are baked, fried, or anything you can think of! *ANG PAO's ngeheheheh*
But here's to a recipe that most people would love during Chinese New Year! *Om nom nom nom*

Well, I'm no professional at baking, some neighbour aunty taught me to bake these. So far no bad comments were received so...yeah! Have fun :)

Pineapple Tart

You'll need:
250g butter (I prefer Buttercup or Anchor - tastes better :) )
50 g of icing sugar
1 tsp vanilla essence
3 egg yolks (1 used for glazing)
2 tbsp corn flour
350 g all purpose flour
1/4 tsp salt
Preheat oven 160 degree Celsius.

1. Cream softened butter, icing sugar and salt. Add vanilla essence and mix well.
2. Add in egg yolk one at a time and mix well.
3. Add corn flour, mix. Then add in all purpose flour. Mix until the dough does not stick to the spoon that you mix with. (I usually mix the flour using a spoon, as in manually, not with those machines. I do use machines to mix the butter and stuff though :) )

Ta-da~ There you have it, a very nice dough for the pineapple tart.

And now for the pineapple jam..well I usually buy the pineapple jam from those baking shops. Or if you like,  you can cook them yourselves as you might find those pre-packed ones are a li~ttle too sweet for your liking.

Next, we wrap the dough around the jam. The jam I usually scoop into small small balls (or according to your preference), then wrap the jam with the dough.
And oh, while wrapping the jam with the dough, I normally wrap it with just sufficient dough to cover up the jam as some would complain that there's too little jam in the tart (oh well).
Then, I use one of those sticks (I don't know how to say it, it's like a rolling pin, but it's made of plastic and has rings all over it, for shaping) to give them the lines as you can see from the picture.
Now we glaze the tart with egg yolk using those miniature brush. *So cute, haha*
BAKE! For 15 minutes or so, or until you see the egg yolk turning golden brown.


So...yeah. I'm a beginner at baking, hope you find this recipe simple enough to follow!
Happy Chinese New Year to you who are reading this! :)