Domestic Mode

"Necessity is the Mother of Invention" - an oft-used cliche in reports, compositions and GP essays. Maybe for this purpose, we should change it to "Necessity is the Mother of Laundry".

The parental units have gone on vacation over the weekend to Malacca, and obviously, the little laundry basket piled to inconceivable heights. Ok, there wasn't actually a Mount Underwear in my house, but to a person who's only done laundry thrice in her entire life, it definitely seemed that way. Plus the fact that I was running out of clean underwear [mother happily leaving aforesaid dirty laundry pile behind before leaving] meant that action had to be taken. Out with the detergent.

Thankfully my machine is a very fool-proof device. You switch on the water supply, press "Power", and "Start" and the magical machine starts pouring water into its belly and washes everything for you. It even spins-dry the clothes when it's done. All this is a godsend compared to the old chunky machine we had. You had to turn 5 different dials throughout the laundry cycle to get your clothes cleaned, and when it was in the spin cycle, you could hear its shouts of complaint from the first floor of my block. And to further make its point, sometimes it would even jump up and down in loud, spinning protest. Yes, I am definitely thankful for the new machine, which purrs like a kitty and obediently washes and dries your clothes for you.

Humans are such versatile creatures. When faced with an imminent problem of survival, ie in this case, not enough clean underwear, they can quickly figure out a way to tackle this problem. Problem: No clean underwear. Solution: Do laundry. It's AMAZING what the brain can do! I actually managed to get the laundry washed, iron my dad's shirts, and hang all the almost-dry laundry from the first wash! And I even managed to remember to separate whites from colours! Mwahahaha...The power of Detergent is mine.....

Another cliche to explain this phenomenon: Nature abhors a vacuum. Since my parents are off overseas, the Seat of Domesticity previously occupied by my mother was left vacant. This hence left my household open to the evil forces of Dirty Clothes. In order to let the family survive in the Jungle of Household Grime, the next Chosen One, ie the Daughter, has to rise up to the challenge and save the family from being overcome by the Stink of Dirty Clothes. Armed with her Chalice of Detergent in one hand and the Staff of Bamboo in the other, she is left to confront the Stink by herself. [her useless bro having sprained his ankle once again and ironically, being a nurse, unable to heal it and thus hobbling around the house today]

Was that the cheesiest piece of writing you guys ever read or what? hahaha.... I'm just thankful I'm not such a klutz when it comes to laundry and that I can turn out a decent piece of clean laundry. This will definitely come in useful in Europe... Ok, time to take out the next load...

BTW Anyone been to Wheelock place lately? On the 3rd floor there's an amazing photo exhibition full of pix that this guy took at beaches around the world. There's some amazing underwater shots as well, my favourite being the one where a school of little blue fish are swimming around a bright coloured coral. The ones of the beach also are so pristine, it made my heart ache to look at it. Fond memories of Redang. Sigh. Go check it out.