First, we stopped at Kulai to have some dinner. That’s in JB and just to let you know the food sucked big time. Really horrible. But at least I got to watch a short episode of Smallville where Lex Luthor was being used by his nutty dad as a science experiment of some sort. Quite freaky, he was shaking and shaking on this operating desk but
Well then, I slept throughout most of the journey. (Hope I didn’t snore the hell out of my family – Hey, at least it kept my dad awake and drivin’) When I was awake my dad was talking about some mopping theory that he came up with. In short, there are several steps to ensure that all your mopping efforts result in a squeeky clean floor. The first round involves wetting the floor cause then it’ll not only pick up some dirt but also dilute the sweat left by those grime-infested feet of the inhabitants. Up to 20% of dirt will be eliminated by the end of this step. The next step involves mopping the floor using the proper detergent. Not only that, the ‘mopper’ must use the right amount of pressure so that the second layer of grime is destroyed at optimum level. 55% dirt into the pail now. If time permits and if the hosts are expecting guests, a third mop is required. This really makes the floor shine with all the brilliance of a newly purchased Porche. Another 20% gone. By the time the ceiling fan works its magic and dries the damp floor, the remaining 5% will also follow suit. There you have it, 3 easy steps to an ultra clean living room marble floor that can last you up to a week if done with precision and care. My dad wants to franchise the whole concept.
Right.
Wonder where I got my ability to crap.
When I got home, it was quite an eye opener to see a cat at my front porch. Not merely a cat, it was beating the shit out of this little mouse. Guess that’s dinner. But this cat obviously lacked the proper dining etiquette. It scratched and chased and jumped on the poor little thing. At one point the mammal just froze there due to shock, but still the feline wasn’t inclined to be lenient by delivering the killer blow. It just stared back at the deranged mouse; waiting for it to slowly move again. Once it did, the cat will repeat its torture. According to my dad, the show could last the entire night. He also mentioned about a cat’s peculiar behaviour of biting a mouse’s tail during most months, whilst choosing to chomp on its head on selected times of the year. Judging by his idea of a mopping multi-million dollar empire, I tentatively put his cat-theory on hold.
It was a great feeling to step into my home again. (Notice I emphasised the word step to credit the efforts of my father) I rushed up to take a quick shower before coming down again to turn my computer on. Guess what? I got my right hand electrocuted. My hand wasn’t wet, the multi-plug casing was broken. It hurt for a few hours. How fun. Thank goodness I didn’t get myself killed, if not the world would be in chaos without a heir to the billion dollar mop business.
So that’s basically it for my journey back home. Quite a ride, huh?
And I already got my hands on Lost and Desperate Housewives. I’m really that desperate, sue me!
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