again again again...

hay buhay.

after being away from my flat for ten days, i come home to find it in greater disarray than when i left. surprise surprise.

the toilet bowl has evolved from deep yellow to dark brown.

the kitchen - again - has unwashed dishes.

and the bathroom. egads. you do not want to go there.

and may i note that someone has taken over my corner of the tub. the spot where i put my shower necessities. hrmph. this calls for immediate action, i thought.

i shoved aside the bottles invading my space... lo and behold. muck underneath. a good dose of bleach is in order.

the toilet bowl suffered the same fate, i'm afraid.

but the dishes. oh, this is the best.

i took them away and placed them in my flatmate's room.

and she washed them the following day.

ah, sweet victory. (have to give credit to meantime guy. it was his idea.)

slowly but surely, i am cleaning up the flat. again.

i cleared the junk mail from foyer console. (if you can actually call it that. it stores shoes at the bottom.) of course, i had to re-align the furniture. and in the process, i broke an old flourescent bulb that has been sitting there since we moved in. (don't ask my WHY the landlord did not take it out in the first place. or why anyone ELSE hasn't, for that matter.) so, in cleaning up the mess i made, i eventually vacuumed the whole flat. well, the common areas, anyway. toilet, bathroom, kitchen. you would not BELIEVE the amount of ick i had to go through.

that which does not kill you... only makes you grossed out.

i am SO looking forward to living on my own. or with NEATER flatmates.