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February 21 2010

Penang. I remember a time when dirty clothes didn’t pile up, sheets changed themselves and beds didn’t have a grain of sand/dirt on them. We (when I say we, it’s the royal we) used to just take off our clothes, drop them into a pile, kick them into a corner, grab a towel then walk to the shower. Or grab a towel, walk into the bathroom, take off our clothes, drop them on the floor, kick them into a corner, have the shower, grab the clothes and shove them into the laundry bin outside the bathroom. After finishing with the towel, it would join the pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room, get tossed into the laundry bin or maybe left hanging on the towel rack in the room. Miraculously, they would reappear the next day (or at the very latest, if it was monsoon season, the day after that) clean, folded and smelling of the sun. After every shower, we’d wear a new change of clothes - everything from the underwear to the t-shirt only worn for three hours earlier. The sheets were changed once every week or ten days. The quilt covers always fit as well. Because I went back to Penang to get great quality 400-500 thread count sheets, I forgot that a double bed isn’t quite a queen-sized bed. So the quilt covers I’m using here are now not unlike the loose skin hanging off a previously fat(ter) elderly lady’s arm. Now for the crux of the post. Why I’m so rigid about the ‘no outside clothes on the bed’ rule. It’s because I’m so used to having a smooth clean bed at night to sleep on. That’s all really. There are two, sometimes three categories of clothes: one, inside clothes; two, outside clothes; and sometimes, three, hospital clothes. Inside clothes are allowed on the bed. Outside clothes are not allowed on the bed, they carry tiny small grains of dirt that can be felt at night. Hospital clothes are when you are on the respiratory firm where everyone is just coughing up their TB on your clothes. Outside clothes have MRSA too, so that’s why hospital clothes are a step up on the hazard ladder. I really miss the penyapu lidi. This magical broom magics away all the itty gritty grains of stuff. So it didn’t matter if I rolled around the bed in my dirty school uniform. Again, miraculously, it’ll be clean and smooth when I get to bed that night. So the moral of this story is: everyone has to follow the ‘no-outside-clothes’ rule. *hint* You don’t have to sit on the bed when you come, I have prepared a chair. *hintconniehint* And as for the laundry, I’m now just stuck with this It’s as though the lime green laundry bin in the corner vomited.

Penang.

I remember a time when dirty clothes didn’t pile up, sheets changed themselves and beds didn’t have a grain of sand/dirt on them.

We (when I say we, it’s the royal we) used to just take off our clothes, drop them into a pile, kick them into a corner, grab a towel then walk to the shower. Or grab a towel, walk into the bathroom, take off our clothes, drop them on the floor, kick them into a corner, have the shower, grab the clothes and shove them into the laundry bin outside the bathroom. After finishing with the towel, it would join the pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room, get tossed into the laundry bin or maybe left hanging on the towel rack in the room. Miraculously, they would reappear the next day (or at the very latest, if it was monsoon season, the day after that) clean, folded and smelling of the sun. After every shower, we’d wear a new change of clothes - everything from the underwear to the t-shirt only worn for three hours earlier.

The sheets were changed once every week or ten days. The quilt covers always fit as well. Because I went back to Penang to get great quality 400-500 thread count sheets, I forgot that a double bed isn’t quite a queen-sized bed. So the quilt covers I’m using here are now not unlike the loose skin hanging off a previously fat(ter) elderly lady’s arm.

Now for the crux of the post. Why I’m so rigid about the ‘no outside clothes on the bed’ rule. It’s because I’m so used to having a smooth clean bed at night to sleep on. That’s all really. There are two, sometimes three categories of clothes: one, inside clothes; two, outside clothes; and sometimes, three, hospital clothes. Inside clothes are allowed on the bed. Outside clothes are not allowed on the bed, they carry tiny small grains of dirt that can be felt at night. Hospital clothes are when you are on the respiratory firm where everyone is just coughing up their TB on your clothes. Outside clothes have MRSA too, so that’s why hospital clothes are a step up on the hazard ladder. I really miss the penyapu lidi.

Magic Broom

This magical broom magics away all the itty gritty grains of stuff. So it didn’t matter if I rolled around the bed in my dirty school uniform. Again, miraculously, it’ll be clean and smooth when I get to bed that night. So the moral of this story is: everyone has to follow the ‘no-outside-clothes’ rule. *hint* You don’t have to sit on the bed when you come, I have prepared a chair. *hintconniehint*

And as for the laundry, I’m now just stuck with this

It’s as though the lime green laundry bin in the corner vomited.