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Barely beginning on its daily routine, the cheeky sun took a peak over the tall greyish structures overshadowing his bedroom window; impetuously it devoured the darkness that had shrouded the place. A minute has passed and it finally embarks on its little dance. 'Ah, what a day it is going to be.' he thought to himself while laying on bed with wind blowing through his messed up hair.. 'lets get going then' he though to himself feeling jumpy all over. So off the bed he hops.

'Argh! what is that feeling?!' he exclaimed. An extreme disgust of unprecedented proportion plus a dose of pain struck him like a boxer's blow. He straighten his body with all the might he could conjured. Chin up. Stomach in. He grinned and thought to himself "it must be the food last night. " ..as he recalls the countless junk food that he has stuffed into that tummy of his. "it must have worked overtime and is revoking" he laughed while attempting to diminish the magnitude of the biological strike. So off he proceeds to break fast.

The route to the breakfast table was long and treacherous, akin to the Siberian Rail. Once there, he suffered an involuntary impluse to vomit and a strong repugance for food. "What's wrong?" his mum asked concernly. "Not feeling well, mum" he replied. "Feeling pukish"
With a return train ticket in hand, he found himself back in his room again.

Sitting down and panting heavily after all that exercise, he thought to himself. "Oh what a difference a few minutes can make. Such is life" He turn towards the window and all he could see is that blinding sun, smiling gleefully at him. Unable to stand such humiliation, he proceeds to drew the trusty curtains of his. "That should keep you out." he exclaimed like a 10 year old kid. His attention though, wasnt diverted for too long. "Damn you stomach what is the matter with you?"

While he was eagerly taunting his tummy for an answer, the bedroom door opened slowly, it was his mum. "Here take this" she said as she gestured him to finish up the cup of white creamy substance. "okie" he replied and took over the cup reluctantly. As quick as his brain neurons would allowed him to, his mind started processing, trying to search for one particular incident when his mum has ever fed him stuffs that would kill him. "NIL, not applicable" was the search outcome. "Oh well, what cant kill you would only make you stronger." he thought to himself as he starts on the horrendous task of devouring that creamy paste. All the while, he was trying very hard to prevent any unwanted upward movement of food through his oesophagus.

"There, done.." Almost instantly, adrenaline started to filled his body as he has smelt success for the very first time in the day. "Ahh... the rejuvenating effects of adrenaline.. simplyyyyyyyy love it.." A good minute or two has passed after his triumphant battle with the paste and lo and behold, his appetite is back! "Hmm.. that yogurt is effective" ... he thought to himself while smiling at his decision to take the suspicious looking stuff in the first place. "That should teach you bad bacteria a lesson.. Those live culture must have squelch you fellows so bad.."

Oh well, so long now bad bacteria, althought our acquaintance was brief, i will not miss you.... and dun come back pls..