How They Met

His head bowing down

Serene and appreciative

His back was bending down, down

Humble but brave

His eyes intensely sounded, sounded, sounded

His vioce was clearly loud, loud, loud

​Echoing over and over the cloud

In the background of the boundary,

that is obviously only the drown of my dream

Still,

his eyes were intensely sounded

L-O-U-D

L-O-U-D

L-O-U-D

Porky is pretty much in love with Buckwheat. How would I describe it? I'm an outsider, standing on the inside. It seems to me they participate most in a day dream, both day and night. Their stories kept on growing, mostly in porky's mind. Not-knowing Buckwheat. All he did was nodding. And all porky did was thinking, interpreting the meaning of buckwheat's eyes.

Day by day, porky early hurries out the white wood door filled with sweetly smell of freshly baked bread and decadent desserts. Perfumes herself with white wheat flour and sugar, then heads toward the blue bacons-like stacked tower by the park where they serve great breakfast for heart, mind, and soul. There will be buckwheat, giving away free smiles and polite nods to whom who pass or revisit the library. Porky sure is the usual.

It has been a week since they have been exchanging smiles. As an observer, i wouldn't say it was the kind of smile you recieve randomly. If you look deeper, dig deeper, and embrace the bigger chances where this might fall into, you would see the intensity in the atmosphere I'm sure.

Wednesday, September 30th, lovely day. Porky baked a christmas cake, convincing herself it was for a special occasion and yes, there was no such thing as occassion and she knew that better than anyone else. At least not in my own observing eyes. She delicately put a big piece of cake in the turquoise box she'd picked out and carried it carefully as a big crowd of folks squeezing in on the train once the lunch time had started.

When the time at the library came to an end, there were only two of them standing, bowing their heads down as if the ground was that much interesting, but also glancing at each other once in a while as seconds passed by. They exchanged smiles. Again.

Somebody else came.

Buckwheat left.

Porky hestitated.

Buckwheat looked back.

He seemed worried.

Porky seemed nervous as hell.

Thinking to herself, there was nothing to lose at this point.

There was only gain.

Now, Buckwheat hurried back to where he was and belonged. In front of Porky. The counter between them felt as if it was a boarder line separated Mexico and America. So close, but not closed. And in this very second. This vey very lovely second. Porky handed out the box, muttering the words out. Buckwheat recived it with his usual gesture, bowed his head down, and smiled appreciately. He muttered "Thank you".

Porky smiled.

And left.

As an observer, i'd say it was a lovely day- Candice.

Christmas Fruit Cake (Thai Version)

Inspired by the book "Waiting for the rain".

110 grams white sugar

75 grams brown sugar

4 tbsp vegetable oil

1 egg

120ml coconut milk

225g flour

2 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp salt

100 grams candied mango

125 grams sundried bananas

Preheat the oven to 350'F

Mix the dried ingredients together in one bowl and wet mixture in another. Chop up the dried fruit whatever way you like. I like mine to be a bit chucky so i cut them a bit big. You can add any dried fruit of your preference. These two were what i had on hand that day so i just went with it. And believe me, mango and banana just go so well together. Now put the fruit in the dry mixture and mix before combinding with the wet mixture. Make sure not to overmix the batter. Bake for 40 minutes or less depend on how big or small your oven is. Mine is pretty small so the heat was intense lol. Let cool for a bit and pour coconut milk all over the cake! SO SO Good!