Baking!

If I could tell you about this week,I would say it in a word.Baking!

Yes,believe me.Pictures will be posted soon but how it all happened,well blame it on the book!Jodi Picoult has been one of my favourite author ever since I read her book,it was a Christmas present a long time ago.So during this holidays,I read the book again.There is something familiar in her books that I've read.Not that I've read all her books,only 2 but here is the thing that is very obvious in her storyline.

The way she describes a baker and her pastries.There was also many recipes that were in the novel too.Mostly recipes that would need a lot of handwork such as kneading,and folding.Then there would be a lot of descriptions on the way the baker bakes,and how the baker is so passionate about baking.

Let me write down an excerpt from her book 'The Storyteller'.

Baking,for me,is a form of meditation.I get pleasure out of slicing up the voluminious mass of dough,eyeballing it to just the right amount of killos on a scale for a perfect artisan loaf.I love how the snake of a baguette quivers beneath my palm as I roll it out.I love the sigh that a risen loaf makes when I first punch it down.

Though I don't know what an artisan loaf is.I just simply love the way she writes about all these pastries.

So I decided to venture in the kitchen and start with cakes.Reason being,cakes are easier to bake as compared to pastries(where the dough has to made,and it ain't easy).So I got the recipes from an online website and started baking.In this week,I baked 4 cakes already.

I baked a chocolate cake,butter cake,carrot cake with creamy cheese frosting and today I made a banana cake with chocolate frosting.It was good,according to my mum.All cakes were rated 8-9 out of a scale of 10.There are still some ingredients in the kitchen.So I am still deciding whether I should bake a lemon cake or not.

Today I went to Tesco,the nearest supermarket to get sour cream for the banana cake.I stopped for a while in the confectionery to buy a Danish chicken pizza.The best part was actually the pastry.It had the crunchy feeling and it was moist.It was good.So I asked the lady at the counter an she said that all the pastries were made in the kitchen.I could only peep through the slightly opened door to see trays.

Next holidays,I hope I can make the pastries that are for selling just like the ones in King's Confectionery.That would be one of my goals for the coming semester break holidays.

Level 5

Today I received a very not so good news that made me fall off my bed.

Here it is.

I will be staying in the fifth floor for the next semester.Level 5.I know,I know.The feeling of just dying from walking.So here it is,I am staying in the fifth floor.Last semester I was on the third floor.I thought it was bad at first.But I got so used to the third floor that if I had to visit a friend who was on the second floor,felt so fast,because my legs were so used to climbing to the 3rd floor.

This time,I would probably reach the third floor and then sigh and say "Well,you've not reached yet."This is an alternate room shift system which means that those who were staying in the 1st,2nd or 3rd floor would stay in the 4th and 5th floor the following semester.Basically,this system allows equality for all,so that everyone is allowed to stay in different levels.

Ok fine,fine,since this system is fair and square,I shall not compare with those staying in the first three floors.But I am still complaining to myself.So as they all say,whenever there is a problem,there is always a solution.So here's what I am going to do:

1.I would learn how to cook in a rice cooker or eat Oats everyday because I can't afford to go down to level 1 to buy dinner and carry it all the way up to the 5th floor.Hence I will learn how to cook.

2.I must learn to bring everything and do a checklist every time I leave my apartment.This is to ensure that I don't tire myself walking to the 5th floor again just in case I forgot to bring anything.

3.Walk fast.I need to as fast as those who are staying in the third floor.This is so that I get used to walking fast so that I don't need to stop halfway.Just keep walking,walking.

4.Stop complaining,I get to burn my calories.

It's been a while since I wrote.There were a lot of things coming to my mind,and wanting me to write.At times,I wonder whether I should since people would be reading this.

There is a time for everything,and I am in the phase of having fun,doing things I love.But this phase would be over in no time,just a matter of days actually.I got to spend time with my guitar which is my new obsession for me.There is more that I ought to learn too,but here is the best part of it.I am able to sing a song and for as long as I am with my guitar or my piano,I am able to drift away to this phase of tranquillity and unconsciousness.It's different when you are watching a movie or reading a book,because fiction books that I've read always brings back a glimpse of my memory on something particular.Movies are the same too.They bring back flashbacks or something similar that you have gone through too.

Semester 2 ,which is a few days from today.Darn it's so close.I don't feel so excited.Because I know that it is going to be harder than semester 1.I don't know whether I'll be able to go back frequently also because I have youth meetings on Saturdays and the practises as I can foresee,are going to be intense.Then there is debate which is going to be entirely different since that it would be the British Parliamentary format,and there are tons to read up too.If you don't know your facts,well you'll end up crapping which is ain't cool because you don't get to filter what comes out from your mouth;you're waiting for anything that comes out.

Life with Math is definetely not easy.Grateful that I did well in semester 1.Don't know whether I am able to perform just as well as I did in semester 1.Then there are thoughts of competitons and the amount of stress.I love Math but I am wondering;Do I know Math?No,there are still formulas that ought to be friends with,there are still equations that might not like me.If you don;t know Math well,how are you going to love it?

There are so many fears man.Gosh I sound like an old lady.Just so stressed just thinking about it.

When I saw my mentor after church last Sunday,she told me this "Just believe in yourself".

I am believing in myself,but the problem is ;Can I believe in the world?

No,I can't after much pondering.This world is nothing but competitions after another.The best part of this holiday is that I am able to get rid of that word for a while.For a while.