Was suppose to have an appointment with a friend at 11.30am.
But, of coz my parent's health came first.
Then, went to fetch my 2 sister from home coz my my dad wanted to see them.
I won't forget what that women told me what to do.
She knows I DISLIKE my Dad deep inside my heart(coz my mom told her so).
She told me to be a hypocrite.
Pretending to like my Dad to gain something from him (means sweet talking him to get us what we want in life).
The reason of this is coz my mom can't give me everything I want (coz we're not that rich in life)
Now, I know what's the meaning of it -___-
Darn fish cakes!
I still can't find a way to like my father.
Can't even pretend to like him.
I'm still trying to.
But still,
You..
can't...
force...
me.
and I hate sweet talking. Waste my time talking to people whom I dislike.
But,
overall...
at least I still respect my father.
Even if I dislike him.
Hot Choco
Sara Would Love This Cheesy Fettuccine =D
Chinese New Year Eve
12 midnight.
On the streets of Petaling Street.
Buying "Ba Gua".
The Long Queue -____- Even At 12am
Just a 10 minute queue.
Lots Of Ba Gua
Eat Until You Die...
Eat Until You'll Never Eat "Ba Gua" Again...
But, I Know Char Siew Bao Taste Better Then "Ba Gua" (...hehe...jkjk ^^)
Chinese New Year
Day 1
The Prostitute & The Feng Shui Man
Visit Sara to discuse some project things..
Found this picture clipped inside The Pearl storybook...
I was laughing my hearts out with this one... =x
I know...I feel bad too...sooooooori!! Can't help it!! x]
but really...Sara looks like a prostitute in that picture!!
(no offence :D Sara already knows that)
More "Lo Sang"(s)
More Lion Dance
More open house visits...
More food to eat...
More ang pows to collect x]
More weight to gain =(
Day 2,3,4,etc
Tang Yuan!!!
and
Spend my few days in Seremban. Some cousins from America & Singapore came down to celebrate CNY together with their families :D
I first time get to get closed up with a Singapore car!!! Weee!!! ;x
It was my cousin friend's car lai de. =( A Singaporeon guy. Surely he got go to NS :D Wanted to ask him but failed to =( He never talks to me. NEVER!!! Tried starting a conversation but I think he too shy bah. He speaks okay okay English & Chinese. nice :D
Talk to a close up cousin. Quite close. But not really close. LOL
He ask me some lame questions which still makes me think about it.
(Conversation In Cantonese)
Cousin : Got any guys "chase" after you before?
Me : Erh...no?
Cousin : Ooh....have you fallen in love before?
Me : Erh...Yea?
Cousin : How many times?
Me : Erh...2-3 times?
Cousin : Ooh....normally the feeling last how long d?
Me : I dunno...few weeks gua...
Cousin : Ooh....Then now leh?
Me : Erh...I not interested in guyz liao leh...
Cousin : WHY?!
Me : I Dunno...I think it's boring (evil laughs)
Cousin : Ai-yoh!
:D I love myself! MuackzZ!
Wonder what was he thinking...Hmm...
Days lead to months, since Andrew and I went out together regularly after that incident. He's always there to make sure I reach home safe and sound. He was like a prince to me. Like saving the damsel from the distress. But, I knew he was treating me like a sister and not more then that.
One night, after my night shift. He took me to one of his favourite place. The beach.
It was a dark and cold night. The beach was deserted as it was already late. The stars were shimmering in the dark cool sky. The moon was shining so bright. The smell of the salty cool water tickles the edge of my nostrils.
We sat down on the sand and smell the fresh cool night breeze. I closed my eyes as a gust of wind blew against my face. I looked at the stars above. Shining like diamonds. Then, I look at Andrew. He was looking out into the sea. Calm and perfectly still as he sat there.
He stretched his right hand to take a look at his watch and went back to the same position again.
That got me into curiosity. I thought people wear watches on the left hand, I thought to myself. Maybe he's a left handed person. No, that can't be it, I saw him writing with his write hand before.
I broke the silence with a question.
"Why do you wear your watch on your right hand," I asked as I pointed out to his Rolex watch."I usually thought people would wear it on the left hand side."
He smiles and adjust his loosely wore watch.
He took a deep breath and said,"This is the first time someone has ask me that question."
He looked at me and smiled. I stared at him, looking blankly into his eyes. He continued to look out into the sea once more.
"I always like to look at the time on my watch. It tells people the time and helps us to be punctual in meetings or in events. It became a regular habit of mine to look at the watch sometimes. Either looking forward to home after work or reaching my office place in time. And without it, all my schedules will turn upside down."
He pauses awhile and took a deep breath before he continued.
"When I have the chance to hold that someone special hands. I want to hold her hands forever and never let it go. In that way, I can look at my watch with my right hand without letting go on her hand which is my left hand."
He grinned at me.
I felt my face turned pinkish. He's word touches the soul inside of me. Somehow, someway. I must tell him the truth.
"Oh, I see. That's...so sweet,"I hesitated.
I dug a small hole with my finger, turning it around and around in the sand. Trying to think of a way to tell him.
"You remember the guy who fetches me home late at night," I asked.
"Oh, you mean that boyfriend of yours? Yeah, why?"
"Well, it's a lie. He isn't my boyfriend. He's my brother."
There was an awkward silence. Nothing but the sounds of the tide washing against the shore.
"I'm sorry if I lied to you. I didn't mean to," I quickly apologised, tilting my head down.
He suddenly smiled. He look up into the sky and closed his eyes, feeling the wind rushing against his face.
Are guys suppose to react that way when a girl lies to a man? I thought to myself, looking at him, searching for a clue of forgiveness but failed to.
Out of a sudden, he stood up and brushed off the sand. He took my right hand and pulled me up.
"Where are we going," I asked, feeling confused from the whole situation while brushing off the sand from my jeans.
Andrew took me nearer towards the tide. And as we stood there, he took something out from his pocket.
"Look at this," he said.
He waited for the tide to hit the shore, finding a correct timing. And with his right hand, he threw a pebble into the sea. It skipped 3 times.
"You know what it means," he asked.
I shook my head.
He smiled and said,"it means, I love you."
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BANG!
Cecelia's father bang his fist on his table.
"That pathetic useless son of mine. Nothing but a workaholic son!"
He shouted in raged.
"Nothing but a simple task he can't even complete as a brother of his sister!"
Nigel stood at the entrance of the door.
"Who is that guy who is always with Cecelia," demanded the elderly old man.
"I heard that he is her only closed friend I presume," Nigel said calmly.
"Argh!"
Cecelia's father bang his fist on his table again.
"This will not continue any longer! Nigel, I suggest you know what you're suppose to do."
"Yes, Master."
Nigel bowed and left the room.
Memang rocks this society.
Join their camp on year 2006. (wow..really long..O_O)
Not only it's only a camp filled with fun.
It also held choir singing practise. =D
Now this i what I called, CHOIR.
Heart & Soul (one of my favourites)
Heal The World (old time favourites)
*sighs*
How I wish I could go to that camp again ._.
I quickly pack my bag,
Feeling very excited,
As I ran out like that.
I stood at the corridor,
Waiting for her,
Looking at the floor,
Holding a piece of paper.
Footsteps I heard,
Right in front of me, she appeared,
I told her,"Not a word",
As I hand her the piece of paper.
She took the paper,
And read it silently,
My heart was beating faster,
As she reads it carefully.
She looks at me,
With her innocent eyes,
She started to smile,
I wondered why.
But her smile slowly faded,
She passed back the paper,
I knew I was going to be rejected,
But I knew, it was now or never.
I immediately knelt down,
I really need to know,
"Rebbecca Kingston!"
"Date me! Please? Yes or no?"
Suddenly, everything start to fade,
Everything start to disappear,
A cloud of mist begin to overtake,
What's happening here?!
The school bell sounded,
Everyone was leaving,
I just realised I got grounded,
Because, I was daydreaming.
I passed by her table,
I noticed a small piece of paper,
And it says,
"It's a yes, I'll see you later".
Muscles aching, muscles tingling, more sweating, more training....
...under the scorching HOT SUN...(i love the sun!!! x3)
Whole week was sports...
I love the pain. Absolutely love it!!! (I know, you must be thinking I'm stupid)
This is my last year for practise luh...so sad ): *sigh*
"Any minute now," he said softly.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His grip tightened on the bouquet of flowers.
This is it! This is the moment I've been waiting for and there will be no mistakes!
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After that incident that day, surprisingly, I begin to visit the store more quite often. Every time I see her smiling at me, it takes all my other feelings away. I wonder if that was the reason that I keep visiting that shop.
And each and every day, she's becoming more and more beautiful. No doubt, I saw some guys flirting with her at the counter after work, but a few minutes later I saw them scramming out from the store rubbing their butt. Oh, well.
I would find excuses for visiting the store. From buying coffee to buying magazines or even topping up my phone. We didn't talk much. Just a 'hi-bye' and 'how you're doing' conversation.
It slowly became a very daily routine for me. She would always prepare coffee even before I entered the store. She would give me free unwanted old magazines. But, somehow, I have a feeling of regrets after leaving the store.
Was it the boredom of the same routine everyday? That can't be it, I enjoy visiting her every single day.
Then, what was it that I wanted?
After a few days later, my questions were answered.
Cecelia begin to have regular night shifts into the wee hours of the morning. She would always wait outside alone in the dark streets for her boyfriend to pick her up. What a boyfriend he is!! Always coming late to pick her. Pathetic man he is!! Of course, I couldn't just let her wait outside like that alone in the dark. Accidents may happen. I would stay back at the office till her shift is almost over then I would go and watch out for her at the corner as she waits for her useless boyfriend to pick her up. This too, have become a regular habit. Even the beggar on the side road laughed at me, saying that I was stalking her.
One night, while I was watching her, a mysterious dark figure approaches her. She doesn't seem happy at all and by the look of her face, I sense danger. The figure grabbed her left arm before she could run and she started to struggle to set her left arm free.
I immediately took action and ran like the speed of light towards the figure and knock him down. We both fell hard onto the grey pavement as we both struggle to get up. I bash the mysterious figure in the stomach before he could get up and he fell down again, moaning in pain.
"Leave her alone you pervert moron," I said, out of breath.
The dark figure immediately got up and ran and disappear into the darkness of the streets.
I felt so relieved but yet heroic for the brave thing I did. I turned around and expected a gratitude from Cecelia. But I was so wrong.
In return, I saw her, knelt down on the floor, her eyes were now flooded with tears. She stares at me with her innocent eyes. A feeling of fear and loneliness. Seeing her in that state sent a million spears right straight into my heart. This painful feeling which it's so hard to describe about this overwhelming pain.
She begin to cry uncontrollably and all I could do was stand there, looking at her hopelessly. I felt loneliness and a feeling of sadness for the very first time. A feeling of pain.
Her cries were slowly beginning to turn into soft little sobs as she tries to wipe away her tears with her palm. I slowly squat down beside her and gave a small pat on her head.
"Don't cry, I will always be right here watching over you...," I said tenderly.
She turn and look at me.
"I promise,"I continued the sentences.
She suddenly burst out crying again. I stare at her, speechless.
What did I do wrong? I thought to myself.
Out of nowhere, she sprang towards me, her arms widely spread, hugging me as I felled backwards.
After she calmed down, I build up the guts to ask her out. She nodded with a smile on her face.
And to me, that's all it matters.
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The door suddenly fling open as Cecelia stepped out from the store, her handbag in hand.
She scanned the surroundings before spotting a well dressed man standing with a buquet of flowers. Cecelia gave him a smile.
"Waited very long,"she asked.
Andrew smiled at her and said...
"I was waiting for you all along my dear."
She got a blog leh last year July, didn't even know that. So stupid loh, what she write about me at her 1st post ==. LMAO. So cute and yet so sarcastic when she wrote about her first few days at SMKTD. =="
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[Chapter 5 - under maintenance]
Due to some video upload errors in the last 2 post.
Let me explain again. The last senior scene for last year's Form5 2008!!!! FTW!!! Okay...although it may be retarded & nothing much...but...it may be something I guess @.@
(P.S : I'm not in there)
It was taken after the Koko Marching with Kadet Polis.
Special Thanks to Wan Zhen for helping me record!!! =D
Jason, Kenton & Jey
You know what Sara call them?
*laughs* She call them the 3 botak monks in class...Hohoho...so funny...
(Picture taken from Jason's blog) not Jason Goh!! Is 5K2 d Jason larh~
Good News For Readers~>.>
Can I Help You story will be finishing very soon. =="
Coz, the closing date line will be at the end of this month...so...ah-huh...Etc.etc.
Buh-bye :D