Toilets & Karmas

Time really flies when one is excruciatingly busy with life. Or should I say applaudablely busy. Haha, whichever way, it is just like seeing the glass half full or half empty. Bottom line it, there is water in the glass.

 

I have travelled to Penang for a colleague’s wedding over the weekend. And I’m pretty much worn out with the event because I rushed to do a 10k at 8am. Then breakfast, then laundry then pack and off to Penang which took us about 4 hours of driving on a monotonous highway.

 

By the time we reached, it was about 4.30pm, I took a tea break of Pesambor (Penang’s rojak) then off to wash my hair. By the time I was ready, it was time to put on the make-up and dress up for the dinner. Very certainly E&O is a lovely place. I mean, most people find old colonial places spooky but I’m one of those people who enjoys classic stuff. Nice.

 

And so I sat with the rest of my colleagues, like most dinners I have with them and gobbled up, along with the background quartet that was playing all the jazzy stuff and dim yellow lights that induces us towards slumberland. By the time I left it was 10.30pm and they were just about to serve the last dish and dessert. But food was commendable given that it was held in a hotel. I was dread tired and the moment my head hit the sack, my eyes were literally failing me in every way. Even as I was trying to re-plant my crops [the iPhone’s We Rule of course, what crop do you think it was? Haha…] for the night, my eyes were closing itself off without permission.

 

I slept with thoughts that tomorrow will be a 8am wake and a long run along Gurney Drive.

 

I woke at 9.30am, feeling extremely tired still and I promised myself a run in KL when I get back. So I thought.

 

By the time we left the hotel, had lunch, stopped by Taiping to pick Eugene’s granny, it was about 3pm. And by the time we reached KL, it was a good 7.30pm.

 

Along the tedious highway, we stopped twice for toilet breaks of which, one of the stop was a real stress because Granny said we need to quickly get a toilet as otherwise she might not be able to hold that long. Boy it was stressful.

 

As life has it as always, it is when you badly need something most, it is at that point that it would fail to appear. And that was exactly how we felt. I was literally going, “Where the fuck are the toilets when there are always that many popping up every now and then on the highway?”

 

Haha… stress. For good 15 minutes traveling at 140kmph we can’t find a rest area!

 

Thank Heavens, when we got to the very first stop of toilet, Granny need not queue though in a matter of seconds, an express bus stopped with a fleet of human beings were swarming the toilets like crazy bees. The queue became outrageously long. Phew!

 

The next stop was funny. Malaysians being Malaysians we often give way to the pregnant and old ladies to get to the toilet first no matter how long the queue is. I mean, that’s pretty much typical us. And so when I got to queue with Granny, this lady asked me to use the toilet for handicap [I mean, Granny isn’t handicap at all so I passed it off without initial thoughts]. But since the lady insisted, I thought she was right, after all, Granny is an old lady who have incontinence problem anyway.

 

I brought her to the handicap toilet. I opened the door and what a shock I had.

 

There it was a lady in headscarf squatting on the floor, without her skirt/pants, flushing her pussy with those water bidet Malaysian toilet has. She panicked shit.

 

HAHAHAH. LOL. It was too funny to apologise [Oh, kill me].

 

And I just gingerly close the door [Anyway it wasn’t my fault that she didn’t lock the door right?] Hehe…

 

Oh well. Then my thoughts when to how dirty most Malaysians are. Haha. I mean, there is a choice to wash the ass or pussy by directing the water into the bowl and NOT on the floor. And imagine every time one enters the toilet with a wet floor, what gross stuff were on the floor prior! Yucks.

 

Hehe. Gross.

 

Anyway, I shall not over dwell on this topic. It’s really gross if you are having your lunch while reading this. Haha. Imagine, Makcik in tudung, no pants on, washing her pussy with the water spouting from the bidet. Muahahah. Gross. Gross. Gross.

 

Thank Heavens, neither Granny nor me had to stop for toilet breaks after that because it started to drizzle and rain as we thread along the highway. I mean, imagine the pain having to hold Granny and walk with the umbrella, try dodging puddles and ensure Granny doesn’t slip on those wet surfaces. Stress.

 

Of course, bringing Granny back to my in-law’s house was not a pleasant affair between my MIL and Granny. Honestly, I don’t understand what mulls over the MIL’s thoughts but it sure isn’t good. I mean, to cut the long story short, I’m sad she reacted such a manner with Granny (given she is already 89 years old, half the foot into the grave to be crude and it’s time to let go off all that is done and said yonks years back) and I am even sadder that she doesn’t realize her vendetta towards Granny doesn’t bring anything more but grieve onto her very own sons who are THE most precious things in the world to her.

 

As selfish my MIL is, she fail to realized her inhumanity actually crucifies her sons. And whose actions are those? She herself. It’s sad. It’s sad a person I look up to carries such attitude. It’s really, really sad. And it is even sadder that, she is someone who refuses to listen to anyone and will go berserk if anyone (even her sons) were to tell her the right thing. She just wants her way.

 

I still don’t get her. I don’t get her silliness.

 

And indeed, I learnt something yesterday, don’t ever think you cruelty and bad actions doesn’t get back to you. It does. And most often if it is something you didn’t get in return, it does really get back to the person or thing that is most precious to you. That is what Karma is, good or bad.

 

Karma.