Unthinkingly mad..

I said the darnest things last night. I cringe over and over again everytime I remember the stupid(est) things that I’ve said…

*Door opened* Alo. Awak, bilik master bedroom ke?

*looking surprised to see me and geleng kepala* Tolong panggil orang yang duduk bilik master bedroom.
A short wait and he came back to the door and said to me, “Dia dalam bilik air la.”
With my voice resounding with anger, “Pang-gil dia da-tang sini!”
Off he went again.
The door opened again, and this time another face came up. And I was ready. Nervously.
Buat apa kat bilik tadi? Tau tak yang air meleleh2 kat bawah blahblahblah….
Eh, takde apa …
Apa takde-takdenya? Ingat kak buta ke, pekak ke tak boleh dengar…Kalau dah tau salur tandas tu tersumbat dan awak tu tak reti nak buat, panggil la tukang cepat..potpet2x
Maaf la…manade…
(Im already in a roll here) Esok kalau dah terbarai salur lubang tu sape nak bertanggungjawab soksek2x…..
Maaf-maaf….saya baru je….
Apa pulak barunya? Ni dah 2 kali tau…soksek2x….

Then, as the last parting words,
(dengan nada mengugut) Tuan rumah saya polis tau. Kalau jadi apa2, saya panggil dia datang! (Arghhhhh!!! I couldn’t believe myself that I said that… mcm budak2!)

Off I went down to my unit, shaking and honestly a bit scared! I went upstairs thinking of the above unit is being rented out to Banglas (Nepalese or yang sewaktu dengannya so boleh lah klu berlagak mafia skek) – that explained the hello instead of salam (Im not that rude lah, even after discounting the fact that I was almost barging into an unknown house at an unreasonable hour (right after maghrib) and demanding to see the person). In fact, I was only unthinkingly mad after listening to the loud scrapping sound coming out of my bathroom and to find out water dripping down incessantly (bukan takat menitik tapi ni dah mengalir laju, macam nak pecah) from the above unit’s plumbing for the second night in a row. After the recent plumbing experience & all that I’d to go through (refer the 'essay' below which was written for my 'secret' blog)– you would understand my panic. It wasn’t something that you would look forward to deal with at the end of a long working day (Yeah, you’re right!). Imagine my surprise (after all the light in front of their unit was off) to see the first person: malay and the second one who is taller than me and he was just wearing a towel!!! Eiiiii, what was I thinking?! *slap own forehead* Why can’t I calmly talk through things? Like think before you leap.

Essay: On the importance of assigning property rights of bathrooms/toilets
The common theme of such an idea is to assign accountability and responsibility to a person. Bathrooms shouldn’t be considered as a public property (nonexclusivity and nonrivalry of use) with the probable consequences of the free-rider problem. The current state of our public restrooms can attest to that scenario. Hence, it is suggested here that every house-dwellers whether partners or spouses or family members to assign each bathroom for a person’s used (exception for the infrequent use by the guests). Further thought on the same idea reveal the need for building developers to increase the number of loos so as to tally with the number of users. Female users should pay particular attention to matters such as strands of hair and other unmentionables that could easily clog the plumbing/drainage etc. Male users should be taught to aim properly or not to do their business by standing up (however natural that position is) and never to expect the toilet to clean by itself or the fact that dirty clothes or towels simply do not belong to the floor. Kids should be taught at an early age as possible on the matter of toilet’s etiquette and whatnots. Nobody should be allowed to think that all the toilets in the house falls under the jurisdiction of the Mother or the Wife or the obsessive-compulsive self-declared cleaner unless one is rich enough to employ the service of a housemaid at a respectable salary to commensurate the amount of dirty jobs involved, such as putting one’s ungloved hands in close contact with the well-receiving bowl (Eeuuuuuwwwww!!!!!) or the clean up operation after an overflooding… (Arggggggghhhhhhh!!! The pix above was the least of my worry!)

How about being rich enough so as to have a fully-serviced His and Her Bathroom for each spouse’s use?! Each can then hog the exclusive use of such room to her/his heart content.