Thou shalt have flood in thou abode

For the second time.

Ugh.

So, my brother and I manage to avoid the massive jam known as the long public hols crawl on the North South Highway. Just when I think I can jump onto my beloved bed, alas its not to be. Because somehow karma thinks I was a bitch and gave me retribution in a sort of a flood. In my room. Only in my room. Somehow the water pipe overhead of my room is feeling leaky and decided to leak itself all over my room.

Hmmmm... Understandably I am feeling crap. Pissy at no one in particular. Incredibly frustrated at this happening again in a different house, different time, same circumstances. Did I mention again how crappy I am feeling? Let me just say it once more with a feeling. Crap.

However my sister asked me to be grateful. I, of course did no such thing and proceeded to bang and clatter and throw everything in sight. Did I also mention that I can have a pretty epic bitch moments whenever certain opportunity arises. Well... I feel this situation is a fitting opportunity indeed.

So after the meltdown and 2 or 3 episodes of Angel. My particular feeling of ravaging the world somewhat subsided. So I guess my sister is right that I should be grateful.

Let me count the ways on how grateful should I be.

1. Unlike last time, I am grateful that the water is not as deep and travel as far as the other rooms (my room enough should be dandy k) and floor is not ruined completely compare to the last time it happened at the apartment. To my sister who's the co-owner of the house, the floor is somewhat ruined, but not so bad la. Maybe we should take pictures?

2. The water only covered somewhat half of my room and only half of the flooring is somewhat ruined. It also covered a quarter of the landing area next to the staircase.

3. The leaky pipes is kind enough only to leak water on top of cupboards which it then proceeded to soak my clothes and underwears. Gah! My wonderful and some kinda expensive clothes!

4. The clothes are only damp and not discolored (I may need to check that out thoroughly to make sure). Half of my wardrobe are currently being dried out. I am grateful that half of my wardrobe are stored elsewhere or I may be forced to go to work in inappropriate clothes.

5. I am grateful that I do not store my bags there. Clothes can be dried up. Bags leceh sikit and have 70% chance to be ruined.

6. I am also very grateful that I do not store my barang hantaran there.

7. My brother in law was present to uncover this disaster and proceeded with the maid to clean up my room. I actually needed to do the post cleanup only. So yeah, I am very grateful for that ( I meant that in a non sarcastic way).

8. I have a fiance now who will help me to move heavy objects around and some intense scrubbing and mopping this weekend for post cleanup galore!

9. Perhaps this a way of exercise to burn some hari raya lemakness.

10. Unlike last time, my books are spared. Which I am very, very grateful. As books will be completely ruined when come in contact fully with water. Not to mention my books altogether macam sama mahal dengan my clothes.

11. My bed is not damp but only my comforter and some pillows are .

12. My room smelled all damp and musty. But with the help of some industrial strength air freshener its not so bad. Only occasional musty smell pervades sometimes. Maybe I can imagine I am in a cave.

13. At least I am not the person yang pening2 who have to fork out money for the repair works. Hmmm... but I am not looking forward for the repair works. Barang2 di bilik adalah sangat banyak untuk dialih.

Hmmmm... and also some of my sheeps and baby lambs are also victims. Sobs!

See here. This is Saiful. He had been discolored by the mini flood. I didn't post the before pictures. So I gave him a little bath to make him all whitey again.

Hmmm... oh.. and why did I called him Saiful?