I share all my sporadic and toilet thoughts in here, because I am random like that.
The most enjoyable part of the trip is … having room mates.
Contrary to the usual quietness of my own room at home, sharing a room with D and G meant that the room was filled with a myriad of various noises comprising loud music, the occasional exclamation and squealing and of course – lots of conversation. (Which I really missed ever since I got home.)
Unfortunately, there is one minor downside of having both genders living in the same room.
If you guys have been following my Twitter updates while I was away in Australia, you may have remembered one particular post:
The only guy’s complaining about us girls hanging washed undies around the room. We girls call it ‘The United Nations’. (7:13 PM May 22nd from txt.)
Well, if you hadn’t guessed correctly, it is …
… hanging washed underwear out to dry.
The following comic strip (hastily drawn in the dead of the night at 2.00 A.M. – albeit one of my best works yet) sums up all our troubles.
(Click for the enlarged version.)
Basically, we were highly restricted in where we could hang our … err … dirty laundry, despite the vastness of the house. However, overlooking all the trouble we had to go through just to dry our … err … undergarments, the whole situation was actually pretty hilarious.
P/S: Pardon the sudden influx of toilet humour in my recent entries! Heh.
Just when you thought it was safe to go to the toilet.
Yes, that girl in the comic strip is supposed to be me. ;)
Don’t you just hate it when this happens? You’re on a particularly smooth flight and you decide to go to the toilet. Then Mister Turbulence suddenly emerges out of nowhere to rattle the plane while you struggle to balance in a little cubicle.
You decide to pee as fast as you can and dash back to your seat.
No sooner after your bottom comes in contact with your seat, the turbulence suddenly … stops.
(And I think I should draw more comic strips like these.)