A homebody is being home

Saturday, 11 April 2009

A homebody does not always feel bored. A homebody practically uses this time to enjoy what we call as a life, doing some kind of unimportant things which are not really have to be done. A homebody reading pages by pages of Vahdventure Storybook by Vahd, the imaginative book one, leads us to come back to the time when we were a child.

Bottle Love Story
Story written by Vahd Mulachela

Once there was a time and once there was not, a time when bottles were in love with each other. In a supermarket, a tomato ketchup bottle was in love with a perfume bottle. They were on the shelves, on a corner next to each other. Up there was the ketchup bottle; down there on the opposite lower side was the perfume’s.

But you know, bottles were very smart at hiding their feelings, that even the shop keeper didn’t realise a thing of their romance.

It was not only because this perfume bottle was sweet, that the ketchup bottle adored, but also because... “she was tall and she has beautiful style. She was made by professional designers, and was decorated with red cap as if it was her summer hat. The contour of her glass was smooth and shining like skin of an apple, made of crystal-like material, so clear and reflecting light. If a scent of perfume by which she was filled blew in the wind; it brought dreams of a peaceful spring. Anyone who smells it would love to hold her closely and never let her away,” said the ketchup bottle.

But the ketchup bottle was up there where dust usually rests. Its design was much simpler; its personality was shaped by an image of tomatoes that filled it. Red, and doesn’t smell very pleasant compared to a flower. Thus the ketchup bottle was shy, and could only stare at the perfume bottle from a distance and unable to tell of its passion.

Until one day, a young couple of costumers came in to buy cologne. As soon as the woman found the prettiest one, which was this perfume-in-red-capped bottle, she decided to buy it.

For its good price the shop owner was happy; but the ketchup bottle was left broken hearted and of course it felt jealous. Can you imagine that???

The ketchup bottle would think of committing suicide by slipping out from someone’s hand and breaking apart on the floor, since it didn’t have legs to jump by itself. Or else, it would think of the perfume bottle all day and night...

Suddenly, the ketchup bottle was surprised that a French cook, who was the woman’s husband, looked for tomato for his ingredient at home. “C’est tres bien!,” he said and grabbed the ketchup bottle.

Since that, a kitchen was the place for the ketchup bottle. It was serving delicate French fries with tomatoes, and each time a menu was cooked, its content was decreasing bit by bit until it was empty.

The ketchup bottle was not thrown away immediately though; instead, it was washed and placed next to olive oil. It now became an oil bottle’s friend. Greasy and placed near to fire.

“Oh, look how dirty I am now. My dearest perfume bottle must not recognize me anymore,” it thought to itself, missing dearly.

After a few days passed, the chef came into the kitchen with a plastic bag on his hand. “Alors,” he said, “now I have bought a new bottle for oil. This old one should go into rubbish”. And he took the ketchup bottle and placed it on garbage.

When the ketchup bottle lay on the basket, almost it was breaking apart. But then it found the perfume bottle sleeping next to it. Empty, with the red cap and the fragrance of spring remain concrete. “Hmmm...” They both were happy to be together; and they made clinging noises as if they were laughing, and hugging, and kissing.

So they went together now, by a truck to a recycling centre on a country side. In this place, they were made blended together; with this and that chemical processes as if they were getting married. So now and forever they will become a new glassware: a cookie jar.

Now my friends, the cookie jar is here on my table. I filled it with biscuits, and it is good to have biscuit next to my cup of tea... especially when writing you a story like this.

So, a homebody is shopping with mother, buying a basket of fruits. And for this time, a homebody does not care of a stack of her number one favorite, Orange.

Because, a homebody found her another favorite, roasted thailand coconut. Huahahaha. And took some kind of freaking pictures below.

The roasted coconut is typing a blog post about itself

The roasted coconut was being taken over away

And all-up! The roasted coconut obviously becomes a shadow

A homebody found another favorite one, red bean slice ice cream and directly wants to make it soon. Here is the recipe.
500 ml milk
300 gr sugar
1 spoon of gelatin

2 yolks
2 spoon of sugar
1 cup of red bean

1000 ml milk

Cook the boiling of 500 ml of milk, 300 gr of sugar, and 1 spoon of gelatin. Pour it with the 2 yolks and 2 spoon of sugar. Then, finish it with the 1000 ml of milk. Put it into the ice refrigerator for a while, then fill the pan (20 x 20 x 5 cm) with this batter. And put it into the refrigerator again.

And this is, our red bean slice ice cream...


missgaluh Saturday, July 04, 2009 11:56:00 am  

freak pictures, freak story... sumpah gw ngakakkkk

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