Essence of Asia

That drama of my life follows me everywhere. So today afternoon was enjoying some quite time (it’s another public holiday!) in the digs. Shortly, the house mates started springing to life. Chatted with the African chic – she really is turning out to be quite fun. Sort of. Then watched the Asian chic get up and stagger with eyes half closed to the bathroom (she had a late night yesterday).
Shortly, the shower was on and the smell of soap filled the room. Oh, let me tell you where my bathroom is (she and I share). It’s just off my bedroom, the door can be seen from the sitting room, and the back wall is almost adjacent with the kitchen. This is very important to remember,
Suddenly, the smell of soap disappeared and the air was filled with – u guessed it, the essence of the nastiest SHIT I have ever smelt in my life!! Worse than road kill, worse than that guy who hasn’t showered for weeks, worse than the stink of a factory full of rotten eggs. This was some serious atomic shit, which could have been used to create a weapon of mass destruction against our dear George Bush – and would probably cause the annihilation of the world. Never have I been so afraid to light a cigarette, in case I bomb the place.
And there was no escape. This scent was seeping into the various rooms of the house, taking it over – so much that when I crossed into my room, with it’s open window, I was puzzled as to whether to open or close it. I might trap the smell in there if it is closed, or let more in if I let it open.
Anyhoo, the whole Jehovah’s Witness thing is done. It was a strange service, they have some intense beliefs, actually I didn’t mind it too much, but when I told my mum, the shrieking could be heard across the ocean – and the declaration that I should just find a Catholic Church (please note: I’m not catholic!) were still ringing in my ears.
Will let you know when I can “breathe again”.