As I've told earlier, about the day I ask my sons to join me for buka puasa and they decline. In a fit, I bought a handphone. Not that I need it very much, but more of feeling of angst or anger .
So there I was enjoying the new gadget. With its 5 mega pixel camera and 2 gig memory chip. And the fully chrome casing. It was beautiful. Was? hahahahaah Yes, was.
This is what happened. Since DBKL has stop supplying water by pipe or by truck, taking a bath is really a chore very much dreaded. One friend offered his out house a few hundred metres away, but the roof is low because a tree branch has landed on it, probably not from the last storm when one notes the growth on the roof itself. Or I can also cycle to the nearest shell station. Recently we receive one new neighbour. He offered me his bathroom. What a relief!
So there I was preparing for my bath. 1st, you will have to connect the rubber hose. Then connect that hose to the tap next door. Then only can one take the bath. The water pressure is very strong. Which is nice but very wasteful because one cannot turn off or on the tap at will. meaning the water will flow continously and go down the drain.(we are working on that)
Sorry for straying. So there I was, in the bath. I strip and hang my jeans, belts and all on the door. Its a zinc door, with the top corner bended just enough you can hang your jeans there. but it must be hanged properly. Then I turn to relief myself standing up, facing the bowl. My mind straying, of the past, this raya, my sons all rolling around in my thoughts at once. I thought of past sins, when will I absolve my self.
Guess what happens next? The jeans slip from the door sill and the phone drops right into the bowl which I hadn't pump! I quickly dip my hands into it and pick my phone, and thought, what the hell its already wet, so I douse the phone with the hose and its all powerful rush of water.
You may pass judgement, thank you.