Saya sebiji mangkuk jamban..
From a lump of earth..i was sculpted into a magnificent work of art. I never get to know who my creator was.
The next thing i know..i was picked up by an indonesian labourer( i heard him say ‘waduh..berat bangat jamban ni sih..)
I found out i was installed in a public toilet. I waited nervously for my first ‘job’
They say you will always remember your first time…yes my first job was very horrible…my job stinks like hell!!!
They put all kind of stuff inside me..all shapes of shit..urine…stinky toilet papers..vomit..condoms…handphones..
The only person that cares for me is Mak Minah, the cleaner…she bathes me everyday. Sometimes i heard her mumbling…’apa punya orang la, tak sekolah ke…lepas buang..flush laa…’
My only holiday is when Mak Minah put the ‘cleaning in progress’ sign or sometimes she pastes ‘tandas rosak’.
Every single day I pray that somebody will come and take me away from here…
April 26th, 2007 at 7:45 pm
u are actually good a writing la dude.mine to share ur thought in my upcoming zine…
chiow….u funny la dude