Because of drainage problems, I had my first cry in 2008.

Ytd night, I was darn determined to clear the fungi and hair that jammed my toilet. For the whole golly week, my toilet never fails to flood after we bathe.

In full gear, I started digging the hair, fungi and bits and pieces of toilet paper out of the stupid hole. For every slimy green lump I dig out, the disgusted meter increase. Yeah. I kept screaming alone in the room, helplessly.

Yes, I had my gloves, mask and chopsticks to help me, but I still cant overcome the extremely gore scene. Maybe, because its the first time I'm doing all these, I cant help but break down and cry. I miss home badly.

Thank God for Cassandra. She's sucha sweetheart! She came over my room to help me with the pathetic job. All in all, my toilet's now clean and dry again. Whoooosh. The sense of satisfaction is overwhelming :D

♥

The girls who'll make my nights :)