Definition of ‘Clean’.

4Apr2008 Filed under: Uncategorized Author: Ya Hui

So funny how can a simple word such as ‘clean’ have extremely different meanings to every person.

According to Websters Dictionary, ‘clean’ can mean free from dirt, contamination, or impurities; unsoiled; unstained.

The dictionary gave a very universal answer, didn’t it?

But I beg to differ.

For me, cleanliness means quite a lot. For starters, I absolutely have no idea how TARC students can tolerate the absurdly filthy toilets. Do you know how fucking disgusting our toilets are? Black floors, uber smelliness, no sanitary bins provided, just a typical plastic rubbish bin without the top to throw our monthly wastage into the damned thing. Guess how terrible that smells?! Although Isetan’s toilets smell too sickly sweet, I’d rather breathe the artificial smell than any random girl’s soiled pads, damn it.

So, for me, exposing just a bit of skin to any of the toilet’s surfaces can prove to be hazardous. Therefore, I use the littlest amount of skin to open and close the doors, flush the toilet and open the tap to wash my hands. Ho ho, explains why it takes me such a long time right?!

BUT,

A lot of people don’t seem to have such perception. They can open the sink’s tap with their whole hand’s grasping it like it’s the cleanest thing in the whole world, and put their bags on the floor as though it was not contanimated with the filth of 13485 random TARC girls punya urine or excrement.

Come on, have some common sense lah!

Do you all not know the dirtiest places in the toilet, is practically, everything? Well, maybe this applies for Malaysia or some other dirty and not well maintained place, I guess. In Hong Kong, I’m pretty okay to put my bags on the side of the sink, or to land my ass on the seat, since they’re so spotlessly clean (area dependent though). Did you know, they provide a anti-bacterial solution for you to wipe your seat before you sit down now? You ancient people most probably don’t know about it hor?

So, stop putting my belongings on the damn floor, thank you very much. Do yourself a favour, and don’t grasp the tap, , flush handle, door or anything of the toilet with your hands like you’re grasping your %^&* lovingly.

Don’t put your makeup lying around on the side of the sink, did you see that fat ass woman who washed her hands there before you? She just ‘kuaaaaaaaaaaargh, PUI!’ into the sink without aiming properly. Yer, see, now your makeup got woman’s phlegm on it. Dirty leh? Never occurred to you, right?

And also don’t SIT on my bed when you visit me! I hate hate hate freaking hate that. Do you know how much germs you pick up from the outside with your ass? Heck, I don’t even know whether you wiped your ass clean after your last toilet usage!

Just that day, I went to a Skin Specialist cum Sexually Transmitted Disease Specialist (dun ask me why are they practiced together by the same doctor) to seek treatment for my pimples, then my dear, who has the habit of lying in bed right when he just came back from outside, got lectured by me.

We were sitting in a chair in the waiting room, probably sat by people who has fucked prostitutes and are now seeking treatment for their stick who got infected or something, then he was grimacing at the thought of sitting on a chair that dunno how many patients have oozed unknown bodily juices at.

I seized the chance.

I pulled him by the ear, and said: Now you know how dirty is the outside hor? The STD infected fella probably went to the cinema after dinner, then went to mamak to see some friends, and he sat on the very seat that you’re sitting now. So, cinema seat got germ, mamak seat also got, what say you when you bring those germs back to your bed whom you so lovingly plop on when you get home?

He nodded in pain as I was still pulling him by the ear. Since then, he sorta changed, but not really. Old habits die hard, you see.

Anyway, do you get the picture? What’s clean for you, isn’t for me. But in this case, I think i have a god damn good reason to think mine outweighs yours. ^^

Ciao.

*POST COMPLETED AFTER LUNCH BREAK*