water pipes

damn
i did mention that i have no running water right

well
it sucks you know

that means that every time i need to use any water, i have to walk out to the front porch and fill water in buckets from the tap (big buckets mind you) and lug them back in to the house.

need to bathe, lug water.
need to pee, lug water.
need to run the fucking washing machine?
break back lugging pail after pail of fucking water.

damn.

bloody galvanised iron water pipes,
why the fuck you have to rust?
is that the reason the government bans you now?


so they installed new ones, copper
so that they won't rust

then, we got a new water tank installed on top of our roof.
my dad wanted me to climb up and look at the installation process
that was one of the scartiest experiences of my life.

how man of you have actually been on top of your own roof?

you may have climbed moutains but nothing can prepare you for the feeling of climbing unstable scaffolding to reach the roof of your own home.

no words can express my terror.

frankly, i'm surprised i managed to climb up at all, and get back down.

no way can i imagine how in hell they got TWO 1250 litre water tanks up there.

fuck.

nothing to say anymore.
good night.