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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

What is it like to pee standing up?
Can the range and volume of the pee be controlled?
If too much pressure is applied will urine spray all over?
Because my brother and cousin seem to have major problems controlling their pee line.
Plus they don't lift the toilet seat cover, ever.

I HATE going into the toilet after my brother, especially.
He has no control whatsoever over his little brother and I can imagine the pee gushing out naturally and him thinking, I don't want to hold my birdbird because urine is so dirty.
You know how disgusting it is to have yellow puddles ON the toilet seat?
And the smell that lingers long after pee dries on the floor?
Its pungent and little amounts smell like potato soup sometimes.

Shitty things happen during the new year.
Like having a choked toilet bowl.

The day before, after doing my business I flushed and watched [Don't you love doing that too? Seeing what shape your poo is?] as the excrement gets swallowed up.
Except that the water that flowed down the side wasn't strong enough to push all the dirty things through.
I watched in horror as the brown fecal water rose ever so quickly in the toilet bowl.

I might have screamed, I can't remember.
The level had risen so much that it was threatening to overflow and form a poo fountain.
Just as I was about to have a heart attack the water level dropped again.
You have no idea what amount of relief I felt.

I was luckier than my auntie who was trapped in the toilet for AN HOUR.
A WHOLE HOUR while the family waited for her to go bai nian together.
Trapped because it is paiseh to let the whole family see the floating poo.
So she stood there hoping and praying that the screwed up sewage will let the poo mixture subside.
Poo things are personal and they have to be hidden away, even from the closest family.
The toilet bowl is already in its last stage after ten years of service.

Poo and toilet paper is prohibited and strictly speaking, only substances that can be filtrated is allowed.

The toilet to person ratio is now 1 is to 11.
Guests are coming over to my house in about 3 hours.
The ratio will become about 1 to 30.
I don't know if the toilet bowl can take it or not.

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