date: Tuesday, December 14, 2004 @ 11:10 pm
title: Day 24: I'm Turning into a Woman... Washing, Rubbing & Spraying
Ain't you excited when you bought something that is prepared by God... I asked for a 20 bucks budget bookshelf, I found one in IKEA for 19 bucks and with a 4 shelfs.. Its awesome!!
I spent the whole afternoon assembling it. Screwing it. Tightening it. Raising it. And finally fixed it. Yahoooo... Assembling it was my primary concern and secondary was the layout of the books I have.
Four shelves..
The highest - dictionaries and Adult Magazines (Economist and Newsweek)
Second highest - Language books. (From Chinese proverbs to The Merchant of Venice)
Second lowest - Brother's Christian books.
Lowest - Old textbooks and Files of Notes.
Phew.. there's only a few books left, no space for all the books I wanted to slot in. Still can't decide what to do with them. Headache Headache...
After all the slotting and packing, I decided to clear up the bathroom. 'Cos i don't know where to put my toiletries and still leaving them in my bedroom make no sense.
I was determined to clean up the whole bathroom.. From clearing all the used shampoo bottles to the fish tank parked against the wall.
I was dumbfounded by the amount of junks, our family didn't want to throw away after usage. In short, we are lazy.
The trash filled up two NTUC bags and there were still some left. The litters around the toilet seat was flooding the dustbin.. And the gross thing was that my sister's used sanitary pads were stuck on the bin itself. Yuck..
I made her pull it out and throw into the bin with a trash bag.
The fish tank was the worse of all... as i had predicted: It was the Cockroach’s incubator. I turned the tank over and they are pouring from inside. Spinning and crawling everywhere... the huge ones ( bigger than my thumb) and tiny ones (as small as lizard's poo poo). I targeted them with the shower head and sprayed them at full blast with hot water, but they were sliding along the water flow (apparently the water was not hot at all).
I was pushed to the edge.. and chose the pesticide as my secret weapon against such unwelcome intruder or intruders..
My fear for cockroaches was actually my brother's fault.. He bought a RPG game: Fallout Tactics.. Eliminating enormous cockroaches made me feel so uneasy.
Den in reality, Killing cockroaches made me feel sick.. like insect psycho. I hate to kill bugs whether they are harmful or otherwise... just don't like it. very messy. always stir up the butterfly within me. Sometimes, my gulity conscious hounds me when I kill them.. Boohoo.
After the freaky incident, washing the rusty stains and fixing the casing for the shampoo bottles and etc were the tough ones.. The pails with rusty handles stained the floor with circles and circles of copper (III) ions and they are unremovable.. The casing was dirty, very dirty. with alga growing by the corners and the disgusting thing was there were cockroach eggs and lot of lizard's poo poo. I had to scrub them with a tiny toothbrush coated with a thick layer of toothpaste and scrub.. scrub.. scrub..
The combined scent of toothpaste and pesticide was killing my nose.. my scent became so numb that fresh air really.. really smell FRESH.
I could feel my nose hair screaming and grasping for something pure.. not synthesis.
Now.. the bathroom under my determined renovation and effective cleaning.. it looks more like a bathroom rather than a wet and dame storeroom. No more fish tanks and empty bottles lying everywhere but a clean and MOST IMPORTANT COCKROACHES-FREE bathroom that haunts me of the unpleasant moments of my life... Kill. Kill. Kill them all.. muhahaha
After being mum-like, busy doing housework. I made up my mind to go for a short but fruitful run around the estate...
As i was washing the bathroom, I didn’t wear anything except for a waterproof short with no undies (for modesty, cos sister at home making calls to customers).
The reason I wasn't wearing.. was that my mum forget to wash my laundry for about a week and yesterday i just wore the last of it.. I ran out of them. RAN out of them... horror to me.
I cant run without it, otherwise i will have internal injuries with harsh bruises where the sun never shines. It was a tough decision to make..
'To Reuse or not to Reuse. That's the question.'
If REUSE, i will search within the pile for a clean and decent looking, double-check and powder it with talcum powder (hope that the scout method works).And I get a 'brand new' undies with talcum powder fragrant to cover up the pungent odor..
If otherwise, i will be suffering unrepairable injuries, beyond what medical science can recover, after the 'fruit' run. Or i don't run.. and become a couch potato and rot.. possible of losing my reputation for having a pair of sexy toned (hairless) legs.
Alas..My final answer is REUSE.
Den there was a sudden change in weather... dark clouds gathered at the command of the thunder and the voice of the howling wind. Lightning and thunderbolt clashes across the darkness sending shivers down the spine.. It was though the Angels and Demons were battling in the spiritual realm, portrayed.... HEY!! its not the end of the world. Reusing only ma.. what's the big deal?
Now as i'm blogging.. I'm still wearing it.
So conclusion.. should i bathe now or next day morning or not at all?
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