Toilet Wars

I am not sure whether i have sinned, or God just wanna to test my faith, i have gotten food poisoning. Of course food poisoning isn't really some big deal in this century where medicine field is so advanced, though last time food poisoning caused by Vibro Cholera is really something deadly. So, the food poisoning i got now isn't really to be called the end of the world, unlike certain fatal diseases such as cancer. However, it isn't sound as simple as you see or know, food poisoning can be 'deadly' enough, at least for me and trust me on this time.

If you have to wake up in the middle of the night, while your eyes are struggling to open and your brain is too tired to answer the 'emergency calls' from your stomach, that's something really irritating. Fine, you go to the toilet, and start the battle, shooting everything out from your rectum. Thought it was over, but in less than 5 minutes, another 'alarm' sounded, just before you are ready to close your body system, that will be really 'killing'. Again and again, the whole thing repeated, not only you found that you have been going to toilet many times, but the stool is getting more and more watery. Then you realize - food poisoning....!!! Having a diarrhea is bad enough, and now plus with vomiting and the painful stomach, that's nightmare.

And that's what happening to me now. What a pathetic condition, knowing your own body almost get dehydrated but can't even drink a drop of water as ur body is rejecting everything that coming in. Exhausted (you will know if you have to sit on the toilet bowl like 20 times) and sleepy, it's one of my worst days i have had. Uhh, battling with bacteria and viruses isn't really easy work, takes time and suffer lots. I bet even Superman, Spiderman or Batman will lose to this tiny almost 'invisible' little bacteria and viruses that reproduce faster than any other organisms in the world. They too, will definitely be sitting on toilet bowls for hours, having diarrhea once these small neglected organism entered their body,even if they are superheroes. So, please give me strength to survive the wars, and eliminate all this viruses and bacteria out of my body, once and for all...

There are thousands of wars going on everyday in this world, Office Wars, Companies Wars, Cold Wars, Family Wars, Lovers Wars, etc etc....and this, is the story of Toilet Wars.

Hairspray

Had been watching lots of movies in this month. Each movie with their own themes and messages to be delivered to people. Some are funny,some are sad, some are exciting and etc etc. And among all these movies, one of them really deserves complimentary comments (at least from me), so i decided to write about this special movie - Hairspray, a musical based on the sixties trend.

The story is about a teenage girl who dreams going on a local TV show in Baltimore called 'The Corny Collins Show' in the sixties. Of course, things will be much easier if she is blonde,tall, thin and beautiful, but well sometimes things don't happen the way we wish. She is totally the opposite - fat, stout and short. But to have a big and kind heart, i guess she's prettier than anything else. Not only that, she also has the strong determination and the 'happy go lucky' attitude which i found really cute. And that's our Tracy. So, will she be able to get to the show and fulfill her dreams?

Actually the story of Hairspray isn't just some musical shows with lots of singings and dancings without any valuable themes. This musical brings about the themes on confidence, love, perspective of beauty and integration. One of the reasons why musical shows are much better in conveying the author's messages compared to movies is that the use of musics and songs, together with wonderful lyrics which allow the concept to flow into viewers' mind smoothly and easilly, and this, Hairspray the musical has done an excellent job. I had once watched another musical called 'The Producer', which inside they mentioned that a musical show has to be happy,and i totally agree with it. Hairspray is a musical that brings so much joy and fun the viewers, at least you don't have to struggle with your heart nor drop tears for the characters. After all, that's what entertainment should be, right?

I like this musical not only because of its themes, but also on the songs played inside. Songs like Good Morning Baltimore, Without Love, You're Timeless To Me, Miss Baltimore Crabs (though this song is really nasty, but i like it, haha), I Can Hear The Bells and Mama,I Am Big Girl Now are really entertaining. They make you wanna to dance and sing together, thus spreading the joy and happiness among the viewers. You will be able to smile, laugh, sing and dance with a bright mood while watching Hairspray, and don't you agree it's wonderful enough to do all that at the same time?

I have just uploaded some songs of Hairspray here, so take a breath, relax and enjoy the moments : )

Tales Of Little Brown Bear

Zee…zee…zee, before I knew anything, I was born. Small, black eyes and brown hair, with a long plastic attached to my back, with lots of different languages on ways of treating me, and also my father name ‘IKEA’ on it, I am a small little bear doll. Born in a factory in Indonesia, not very long after that, I was shipped to Singapore together with all my siblings, after being packed in boxes. Well, to have the chance of traveling on ship crossing country wasn’t something bad, I guessed I was lucky.

Arrived in IKEA mall in Singapore, I was being dropped in a large cage, together with all my siblings. Arg…I though at least they will put me inside a nice beautiful glass rack to be chosen and be sold out, not inside a big cage, cramping with all my siblings. Life there wasn’t really fun though, everyday seeing people passing through me, looking and touching, but none were interested in buying me. Even if there were people who want to buy, it wasn’t me that had been chosen. No choice but to wait for the right one…I guessed.

At last, a tall big white guy finally got me in his hand, smiling at me, I knew it was my lucky day to escape from that crowded cage. I was happy, to be able to see the outside world, when he carried me into a taxi and brought me home. Home…ya, I have a home now, and a new master too. I was wondering what will happen in the future then.

I thought I will be put on the bed, or at least be able to see the light, but too bad, I was being kept inside a cupboard, with the door closed almost all the day. Bored and angry, I hoped I can get out of there immediately. Finally, after few days, I was being taken out by another person, a small guy (well, not a kid, but an almost grown up teenager). I saw the eyes, I knew it. He loves me. Took me in his hand, he was playing my head and continuing shaking my head while laughing. I am not complaining or whatever, but I think he shouldn’t keep doing that cause my head might just detach from my body, though I know he really appreciates me, when he kept on thanking my master. I knew I have a new master now, and finally understood that I was a present to my new master now. Of course, I prefer this new master than the previous one, at least I was put beside the bed, on the night table , and sometimes he will play with me, it’s sure much better than sitting in a cupboard, no? Though he always shakes my head….

Few days later, I was to leave with my new master from the house, and traveled in train, to Malaysia. Again, to have the chance to travel on train in such age, really lucky. Arrived at my new master’s room, I was being put on the table. To my surprise, I have friends there, few of them. I deeply hope it’s a good new beginning…

Now, I had been staying in this room for few weeks. Very often my master will take me in his hand, while lying on the bed, and look at me with eyes full of feelings as he is looking at me with his heart. Hold me close to his body, and then slept soundly. I guessed he is a good master, except that he is too lazy (from the look of the room and the clump of unwashed clothes) and indiscipline (lead a life playing games, eat, sleep and study very little). Living and staying with him , made me understand him more than anyone else. His heart, his feelings, and his thoughts…I believe him ,and support him in everything for the love he gave me. Yes, and I do believe he will change his indiscipline lifestyle now, and becoming a real man, not a lazy bug. Even if he doesn’t have the strength, or maybe even if he couldn’t do it, I am positive that if he knows that I am there to support him silently, he will be able to do it, because he will not want to disappoint me, and thus he will definitely not fail, for the trust I have in him…

Go Go Go!!!

Homemade Pudding

There are lots of things i love to do, for example like sleeping, eating delicious food, reading, relaxing, thinking, etc etc and that includes cooking. Haha, a lazy guy like me actually enjoying making dishes, desserts and tasty food, that's probably surprising.

So, yesterday while shopping with brother in nearby town, i happened to notice the pudding powder they were selling in the shop, while looking under 'dessert area' for mom's wanted jelly powder. I have never had experience in learning or making pudding myself, but somehow the delicious and beautiful pudding pictures on the packages started to get my attention. My mind already began to imagine eating the sweet pudding of different flavour, and i can see pudding floating in front of my eyes, and my salivary glands already secreating saliva...Well, did i have a choice but to buy the pudding powder?

The pudding powder itself wasn't really expensive, only cost like less than RM10, and it comes with instructions on the package itself, which makes my work easier, or else i ll have to look it up in the internet for recipe. It also comes with fruit flavour already, and i chose strawberry flavour, though there were lots of other fruit flavour like mango, honey dew and etc. Aha, so everything was ready, except that according to the instructions on the back of the package, i need evaporated milk. Not really sure what was it at first (you can imagine now how deep is my knowledge in cooking, haha), except that i know that it must be one of those milk that they sell in cans. Finally, after looking around, i found them, and purchased one. Other than that, nothing else i need, as i have other ingredients at home.

At first i wanna to make the pudding after i shower, since i want to be clean, fresh and ready for my 1st 'pudding making experiment', but since my mom wanna to use the kitchen(dinner soon), so i had no choice to make them in the evening. Read the instructions again and again, i wanna to make sure totally no mistake and more importantly, i don't want to waste my money spent on this powder, and also i wanna to eat pudding, hahaha. The ingredients are as follow:
3000ml of clean water,100g of sugar, 400ml of evaporated milk, fruit sugar (comes with the package), and whole package of pudding powder with fruit flavour.

It's sure sound simple for me, and the instructions in making are also very easy, not much in techniques and experience, so i guess a noobie like me can definitely make it. And of course, to think of the beautiful pudding that will soon be made and eaten by me, those yummy taste, those soft texture surely increased my determination and spark up my spirit in making it right.

Stirred here and there, boiled the water, mixed the ingredients, pour this and there....Faster than i thought, it was there, pink in colour and still in liquid form (still very hot). My mom has always some plastic containers (small, to contain jelly-like food), and decided to lend me some, after she saw the fire in eyes and my dripping saliva. Put all the warm liquid strawberry pudding into the mould, i can smell the sweet milk with strawberry flavour coming from the pot. Well, how to describe that feeling....Emmm,exciting? Yes, very much.

Looked like i have succeeded, and Thank God, i didn't fail and wasted all the money.My reward? I got to eat pudding, that's of course. Other than that, i was able to gain more experience in cooking, and a feeling triumph and a sense of satisfaction inside me, it was good. There are total 9 pudding i made, which were almost all big saiz one. After letting them to cool down, i carefully put them into the fridge. Well, i don't want to drop them and all my effort will be in vain, and then my pudding will say goodbye to me. Yes, i made it, i made it, i made it! All on my own, hahaha.

I had just tried them just now, and they tasted really good, and best of all, i didn't get poisoned also, hahaha. It's cool, soft, smooth, and when eaten, fresh milk taste is embedded in it together with the sweet sensation of strawberry. They are all good, and i am really happy with them. And now...Emmmm, yum yum.




(P/S : I am eating the pudding now while writing on this blog...yummy)

Sunday

Again? Yea, again I walked to the train station, but not rushing this time. Arrived on time, body all wet as usual. With the big bag, laptop and the almost weigh 5kg anatomy and physiology book on my arm, it didn’t seem odd, no? Strained every single muscle cells in my body, I still have to wait in the line to pass through the immigration. Guess it’s a good way to train and get a ‘six packs’.

Got into the train, surprisingly, they have entertainment for all the passengers. Songs were played and broadcasted through the speakers. I wondered if it’s radio or CD, because if it’s CD, I would love to ask where they get the CD, it has all the nice 80’s English love songs, which floating smoothly into my ears. I was tired, not really sleepy though, and down, it was normal to feel all that. Started to chunk in pieces of rice crackers into my mouth, I switched on my laptop and decided to write something. Probably I get addicted in writing in a train? Or maybe the feelings, inspiration, time, idea or whatever, just crashed into my mind, and I wanna to write them out.

Time passed so fast, I arrived here that day, and now I am in the train again. For anyone who has been reading my blog, probably will have known about my life ‘schedule’, haha. Nothing really special happened this weekend, basically just stayed at home, enjoying ourselves, cooked little bit, and rarely stepped out of the house. Emm, I guess it’s the ‘nothing special’ thing that made this weekend very special…simple and loving. For most people, these are normal, but for me, it’s what I called special.

It’s Sunday, now and then I found myself don’t really fond of Sunday. Well, most of the people like Sunday, cause it means day-off, and you have plenty of time resting, dating, or doing whatever you like. But too bad for me, Sunday means something else. Every morning of Sunday, I usually find myself feeling blue after getting up, and knowing that today is the day of separation. I have to leave either my family or the one I love on Sunday, so there’s always a struggle of feelings inside me. I don’t want to leave, if possible, because I like to stay the way I am, or maybe you can say that I am too dependant. Sunday also means that tomorrow is school day, and I need to go to university, though sometimes I sort of skip them. Just that sometimes I wish Sunday comes slower, that way I have more quality time to spend with, and don’t have to leave so early. But well, time never stop for anyone, pretty cruel. But it’s all right, if I can’t change the time, I will try to change myself, change the place and thus create more opportunities…