Recycling Fridge

Small minds talk about peoples,

Average minds talked about events,

Great minds talk about ideas.

Today’s english class was pretty interesting. We were given a simple task in a group to discuss ways of reusing old junks. Each group were to select a type of junk – from old newspapers, old refrigerators, old tyres, old computers and old cans. My group took old tyres. Another group took old newspaper. Another brother’s group took old tyres too. and, most interesting, this brother group who took old refrigerator. There’s lots of ways to recycle old tyres and old newspapers right ( hence that’s why we took the easy job, haha). But old fridge? Let’s see that group of brothers’ idea to recycle old fridge.

1) Took the fridge’s door and remake it as a door.

This started the laughter in the class as soon as the presenter ( who’s rather cute ) finished his sentence.

2) Convert it to a  Safety box.

“And how’s you’re going to lock it?” Asked the lecturer. ( We’re to busy laughing to ask questions)

“We install a padlock to it.” ( more laughter)

3) An aquarium.

I’ve heard about washing machine being converted to aquarium. ( In fact my family had done it.). But fridge? hmmm.

4) A cupboard/locker

The class laughed, I laughed too,but I think this is possible. Well, my family used to practice this too. Way when I was in the primary school, and we’re staying temporarily in the teacher’s house, my father didnt want to add any furniture to our house because he was thinking about the difficulty to move it all. Well, since the broken fridge is quite ok physically ( no rust, no smell and all) but was beyond repair, my mother who hated to waste it turned it into my small brother’s wardrobe. He was only 5 or 6 , so he didn’t have that big wardrobe anyway. In fact, he was perfectly happy to have a wardrobe with magneted door.

At the end of the class, my group was voted as the group with the best idea and the fridge group the second.  I still think the best could go for them really. We can laugh, but people laughed at Thomas Edison too when he try to invent the bulb…

More idea?

Schubert Sonata d845


During my three months ‘hibernation’ at home, I have this pet Ayam at home.

The mother hen along with its other eight little chicks was swallowed by a typhoon. Leaving behind two small little beaks.

One could not survive, leaving the only one. Hence, naturally it received 5-star treatment from us, especially from me.

It used to follow me around the house, and didnt even mind me touching him. He stood unusually still everytime I reach over to pat it’s head lightly.

I left it at home, while he’s learning to crow. (not so smooth, but quite ok). Probably when I m home again he must be having two or three aweks trotting along with him.

The Laughing Baby

Ethan, the most popular one at YT. His laughing make my day <3.


Last night, about 10 pm I was at this building, alone and the rain started pouring. It’s dark and nobody in sight. Suddenly I remembered the stories being told in this online forum of ex-IIUM students about how there’re ‘something’ being seen in this building at times like this. It is unusual for me to be afraid – I am quite brave, kuat semangat orang kata.

Urm, I cancelled to go through my decided route passing the tunnel, instead I turned and walked to the cafe nearest to the mosque where there’re plenty of students with laptops ( groups with assignments due tomorrow, must be), ordered a roti telur and sat there until the rain stopped.

Less foruming next time, maybe?

A Situation I Could Not Conclude

I have my lunch today in the different cafe than yesterday. Looking forward to eat the meatballs, I pointedly beelined to the Bakso stall with this exhausted-looking Indonesian cutting vegetables at the time. She looked like she was about to cry.

Concerned, I asked her what was wrong. She told me about how she’s old and alone, have to do all the job in the cafe. While I was waiting my order to be done and listening to her, I can feel Makcik Goreng Pisang at the nearby stall watching us. I took my order and sit, facing the TV. The cafe was quite lone with few other students. Other stall workers didnt seem tensed like the makcik Bakso – they even have time to stop between per-customer,  watching the indo-drama on the TV. Makcik Bakso continued doing her job at the Bakso Stall. Makcik Goreng Pisang came to wipe my table and gave me a look I didnt quite managed to read.

She did seem quite frail and old, her movement not too fast, she’s not as energized like other workers. Hmm.


Today I walked through the short tunnel and at the end of it, on the pavement part of the E0 building, sat three makcik cleaners, crossed-leg and chatting merrily among themselves, quite oblivious to the fact that no normal person ( at least adult) would dare themselves to sit on the floor just like that.

I was quite jealous.