I remembered I had friends over on last Sunday. I still remember at that time our sink was already full with junks from the previous night. The cleaning lady came over once a week on Saturday morning, so the plates to clean were surely not earlier than last Saturday. As I told my friends not to mind washing the cups after they finished with their drinks, I beckoned them to sit down and enjoy themselves. They leave happy. Day 1.

Nothing was done on subsequent days, as the unfinished food (mostly my brother's share - he never throws and cleans anything out) began to rot. It started to stank and we had an argument. After a brief consolation over the phone with our dad, we agreed that, "oh, MY stuff was BLOCKING the way to the sink, since i had like.. LOTs of cups and other stuff, and HIS stuff was only, what? A pot, a broken glass and 3 bowls with rotting unfinished, un-throwned food that is stinking up the place BY the sink. Since my stuff was IN the sink, he can't wash any of his stuff at all" ... fine. I tried to be helpful. More like I was trying to be.
I don't demand for much - just that for my brother to at least be considerate and throw away the food and run tap-water over the EMPTY(but of course dirty) bowls - the least he can do, as what I did and our parents usually do back home. Then I can at least do the favour by cleaning his share of the washing at the end of the day. See how simple it can be? But he didn't.
Since his selfish ass claims that our washings should be separate (or at least that's what he seems to be suggesting), fine, I went ahead and did MY share of the dishes. Meaning 7+ cups, hell lotsa plates, tupperware, etc etc. Day 3.

As the time went past, I don't think anyone can stand the stank that was filling the hallway. My bro keep on giving empty promises that I know TOO WELL he won't keep (I'll keep my stereotyping abt guys to myself at this moment) and I have no friggin' idea how his friend managed to come into our lovely house, into my bro's room without complaining one single bit. I bet he must be suffocating, half-dying in and out of our house. This is Day 4.

Don't bother asking me how I feel, the ppl I've talked to abt it knows I'm FUCKING PISSED off. Time now is 3:30am on the Friday. My bro just did what he promised to do yesterday an hour ago. Imagine, 5 DAYS have passed, since the time I started asking him, "bro, what do you wanna do with the leftover, uneatend noodles that you left on the bowl" (to which he replied with a "ah leave it, I'll clean it up later") till now. God knows what sort of bacteria/funguses/creatures started breeding there. Maybe a whole colony of 'Moyashimon' already on its ways to making its own empire. And now I can hear him singing. What a crazy guy(I can't seem to say 'crazy bastard' here, since to be a bastard you gotta at least be a moron, but you're still sane, get what I mean?)

Ahh.. talking about Moyashimon, those of you who haven't watched it should watch it, ne.. It's a very cute anime about bacteria.. (lol yes, bacteria) and about how one guy can actually see seperate bacterium with his naked eyes. I swear if I had that power, I can probably see myself swarming in one endless bacterium-filled space for the past 3 days or so...