But the tennants are horrible.

If I were to take pictures of the place, you wouldnt be able to eat for the whole day... but I am too nice to do that. I wouldnt want to ruin everyone's day wouldnt I?

It is not like there is shit floating around the toilet or rats making home to the kitchen... but it's still gdf dirty.

So anyway, since I'm too nice, I deserve to describe it to everyone. The good news first. Our room was really nice. I love the cupboards, bed table and size of the room. EVERYTHING. It has aircond.. etc.. BUT

The tennants are barbaric. When I first entered the house.. it was like chaos. Flags of their underwear was openly hanging about. In. The. Open. Hall. This was not like fully girls hostel. There are 2 other guys staying there too. I'm not even allowed to take off my shoe in the house. Yes it is that dirty. So.. I had to buy slippers. *SIGH*

My room is next to the kitchen. So.. obviously I would take a peek at the kitchen. Mother of horrors of horrifying horrors. Milk powder spilt. Never wipe. Oil all over the place from cooking. Never wipe. Food stuck in the basin container. Never wash. Dont know how many years they didnt clean up. I was told by the boyfriend NEVER to look in the refridgerator. I took his advice. But he did tell me this. There were things living in the refridgerator. Food permanantly stuck... ewwwwwwww.

So.. I was like.. fine. I dont use the kitchen anyway. I dont care. So we went for a walk... come back... have to use toilet to clean up before go sleep right? I send the boyfriend to bathe first. Because...... I want to know what I am facing first.

He came back.

"The toilet is damn dirty"

Fuck.

"Dont expect it to be your home toilet"

Duh. Fuck x 2.

So I braved myself. I have to bathe no matter what right? I was hot, sticky and sweaty. So I went to the toilet.

I almost puked. (Yes.. it was that bad).

The toilet bowl was never ever cleaned ....... you can guess the effect of that.. I dont need to describe it further.... hairs all over the place. Mould on the ceramic walls. Towels hanging there that was never cleaned. There were insects living in the towels! INSECTS! LIVING! IN TOWELS! It looked like it has never been cleaned before!

Damn!

The next morning I couldnt eat.. was thinking about the toilet. It haunts the life out of me. All I thought of was.. I need to shift out. I do my 'business' out of the house. A complete opposite of what I do back here in Malaysia. If you girls know me well enough, I dont go to public toilets that often. NOW. I go every single day. To avoid the house one.

Laugh all you want. Bah.

I suggested to the boyfriend that we start cleaning up the toilet, then suggest to maintain it together. I dont care much for the kitchen. If they dont maintain it, we shift out. We have already highlighted to the landlord. We'll see how it is when we get back. Whether the landlord does do something about it.

Damn.

We went house hunting.. we saw two houses, but one we didnt like it the second one was taken once we reached there. Its so safe over here that you can call up the agents on the telephone without thinking twice that there is a pyscho waiting for you at the other end of the line. Well, as Malaysians, obviously we are used to the 'there is a psycho at the other end of the line'. So when we went over (especially at 9.30pm!!) to look at the house, we were abit scared.. stupid thoughts keep playing over my head.. what if this or that happen? Where would we run?? kekekek..

It turns out that the agent was pleasant.. and when the unit was taken, he offered us another unit, promising to call us (whether he does or not.. that would be another matter) when it was available for viewing.

Prayers up.. that either I:

1. Can get my tennants to be less barbaric; and if that dont work out
2. I get to rent an appropriate unit.

Sigh. I'm so glad that the boyfriend chose to follow me. If not I really will cry and insist to go back.