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Water shortage day 2
So today we had to use the facilities offered by the Engineering faculty because the spanking brand new toilet with black stone flooring failed to deliver water to 30-odd girls clamoring for shower and relief. As Som put it, we looked like mak ciks. Yes, mak ciks who couldn't afford to pay the water bill (or better yet, who don't have any homes to return to because some drug-addicted husband sold the mortgage to satisfy his meth needs) so they had to use free water at some random complex to do their laundry and miscellaneous.I don't even know why I'm reporting these things, but I do know I'm going to be late for Pathology if I keep this up. I've just been so lazy to study lately, even worse than how it was for Year 1 Sem 2. Must do something to reverse this situation. Labels: dailies |