The day with free aromatherapy
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
After a hearty lunch today, I went to the toilet to rinse my mouth..went to this toilet at the south spine near the MLT. As I approached the toilet, a fetid odour overwhelmed me. It was the most putrid, rancid and revolting smell ever! As I drew closer to the toilet door, I realised it was emanating from the toilet. Since I just wanted to rinse my mouth, I decided to hold my breath and make a dash in, wash, and make my escape. As entered the toilet, I discovered why it the smell was so immense...
Both cubicle doors were closed. Not 1, but 2 B-52 bombers were in the midst of their bombardment. Their atomic bombs were different from those at Hiroshima. The destruction was not caused at the point of impact, but instead fatality came from the radiation.
Anyway, I braved the stench and quickly rinsed my mouth. I turned around and planned to rush out of the toilet. As I turned and reached for the door, I regretted my decision to use this toilet.
The door handle was missing. *faints* literally.
I frantically tried to pull open the door by the side where it jut out of the door frame (not sure what its called) a little..but then, based on what we learn in physics, the force exerted was not large enough to for it to cause a large enough moment about the fulcrum at the hinge. I was at a loss. Stunned, and wondered when another person will come into the toilet again. And in the mean time, I was getting free aromatherapy.
Soon, the first guy came out of the cubicle. I glared at him, and it was a fat ass chinaman (or at least he looked like one). Just when you thought they couldn't smell any worse, or their rooms are the most foul smelling things they have, you thought wrong. Its whats inside them thats the most potent! crouching tiger hidden dragon indeed. Anyway, I guess B-52 bomber 1 realised the extent of the radiation and wanted to escape too. He too clawed at the door as though he wanted to get out quick, till he realised it was useless.
So we stood there looking at each other haplessly, still inhaling..then we decided we shld combine our strengths. So we both yanked hard at the side of the door with our fingertips and the door inched open..and fresh unpolluted air gush in and my lungs never felt so good before. As we went out, B-52 bomber 1 somehow decided to help his colleague and latched the door with the hook on the wall. I looked and first thought, how considerate he was..thinking how the previous person who left the toilet did not stop to think of others. Then, as I walked off, I had a sudden thought in my mind...I felt like walking back to unhook the door and leave B-52 bomber 2 to fend for himself and enjoy his home-made aromatherapy scents for a while. But of course, nice mingmong decided not to..
Disclaimer
Anyway, just in case any chinaman/woman somehow reads this, and to prevent another chinaman-singaporean furore, I should add that this is not meant to be discriminatory. It is factual that the chinamen in hall here stink. Not only do their rooms stink, they make a mess of the toilet, the kitchen, with no consideration of the other residents in hall. So, not that I am discriminating them, I just stated a fact when I said they smell. In fact, smelling is nothing wrong. I smell too. Just that there are different levels of smells. Some are fragrant (me), some are not (chinamen). But look on the bright side, smelling bad is not that bad, its just your natural pheromones. And the chinagals love such pheromones apparently.
Sidetrack
Story of a chinaman that made me dislike them totally. In year 1, I lived on a level with a chinaman nearby, so we shared the same toilet. The toilet did not have urinals. It only had 2 cubicles. Instead, in place of the urinals that are available in some toilets on guys' levels, there is the washing area. Meaning there is a tap and a place to wash mop or watever stuff. So, every normal person (local) pees in the toilet bowl. However, I dunno why this chinaman decides to pee at the washing area. I dunno if he thinks thats a singapore style urinal or he is just used to peeing on the floor. And this made the toilet bloody smelly everyday, esp on weekends when the cleaning auntie doesn't come. Somewhere in that year, someone probably complained to the hall office and they stuck a note on the wall at the washing area saying "this area is meant for washing only". And one fine day, I saw that chinaman peeing there again right in front of the notice. I'm glad I moved out of that level since. Just one of the many ah tiong stories that jus pisses you off.
Mingmong _ c r a p p e d _ @ 3:47 PM |
