Boom boom

Blog's been pretty dead, heh.

Not that I don't have time to update, it's just that it never crossed my mind to update it. Heh.

Chor 8 today - chor 9 tomorrow - Kau Wong Yeh.

Haiz, fireworks gonna go boom boom boom. No, more of like BOOM BOOM BOOM.

Economy.....ok la this year. HAHAHA.

Thought lately: Why care so much when others don't care? 

Been thinking too much lately.

Sem 3 [Y2, S1] huh, scary much.

Meh, by the end of 2014, I'll be gone from this place.

Sounds far? Not really.

The future seems pretty scary at times, as if time is moving too fast.

Everything seems to be like, *blink blink* another year gone.

Oh, I NEED my book vouchers. So much to buy:
1. Ortho book.
2. Pocketbook.
3. Therapeutic exs book.
4. Tendon hammer.
5. Stethoscope. *A bit too early, perhaps?*

And yey those books ain't cheap eh.


Pretty random update, till next time we shall meet again.

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

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*(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.

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"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.

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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?

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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 

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"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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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