It's a beautiful morning and you're having a nice breakfast. The sky is blue, the birds are chirping and you can feel the morning breeze caressing your face. It feels so refreshing.
Suddenly, the serene morning is broken by...
"khaaakkk... khhaaakk.. ptuih.. ptuih... uweeiikk"
...disgusting sound of your neighbour clearing up phlegms or whatever in their bathroom.
Or maybe a rendition of some song, so bad that simon cowell vows to never be a judge in american idol show again. This however, is still better than that sound.
There goes your beautiful morning and you don't feel like continuing with your breakfast anymore.
I really can't stand people with this loud bathroom habit. So geli lah. Why can't they do whatever their business is, quietly and politely.
You can do whatever you want if you're living in a big mansion and the nearest occupant is staying at another wing hundreds of feet away.
Average malaysians however live in terrace houses, apartments, flats, or squatter houses, close enough to hear whatever noises the neighbours make.
I'm OK with banging pots and pans when the neighbour is cooking, or the sound of the pounding stone or crying babies and toddlers. I even tolerate bad karaoke singing or even loud music from my neighbours. But that bathroom habit... really cannot tahan.
If you're guilty of this habit, please tone it down next time. If you're married to somebody with this habit, you have all my pity.
Sunflower gives the connotation of cheerfulness, bright, jolly, merry... you get the idea! However, if any content in this blog didn't fit the cheerfulness implied by its name, look at it this way... I'm putting down all the wretchedness, gloom, melancholy feeling in here so I can continue living up to the expectation of making the association to the sunflower.
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