When I was growing up, I recall our toilet was dim with the rusty floor and molded doors. The story of how we used the toilet and bathroom is ceaseless when relatives have a get together and making fun of our toilet practice is definitely the cream of the discussion.

Ours with no toilet bowl, we have to keep all past issues of newspapers and paper bags from the stores and should always be tucked in one plastic bag inside the toilet.

After the breathtaking disposal of human filth using the paper and plastic bag, tossing it like a baseball into the old river in front of our house followed.

I don’t remember if my parents had taught us how to dispose our garbage properly in those times, and I don’t remember also if some garbage truck collects our rubbish.

What I remember was everything must go to the river.

We have to fetched water from the drum located outside our house to use for bathing inside the badly lit toilet, or we pour the water in a big tub just outside the house fronting the old river and plunged ourselves in there, until the water went brown.

We moved twice, the toilet/bathroom was changed into bigger one (but only sacks cover the whole toilet). When I was in high school, we’ve got a smaller house, so what do you expect the size of our washroom was?

This experienced, has made me pipe to dream Bathroom Suites and savor my body with relaxing warm water dispensed to a large luxury bath. I always see this elegant bathroom in my employer’s room, and I can’t stop myself from imagining that I’m plunging myself in the bath while chilling out.

My fantasy about lovely bathroom doesn’t end there, I need to browse more of elegant bathroom and furniture’s, I lacked of them when growing up, but now they are just on the tip of my finger….. and dwelling in my eyes.

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