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Toilet doors are interesting. I’ve been to toilets of both extremes; may it be the wooden shack by the Sandakan-Lahad Datu highway (near Kinabatangan bridge), painted blue on the outside, home to a family of lizards on the inside, and yet nary a pen mark; to the 1 pound sterling washroom in Harrods, where you have bottles of Issey Miyake and Estee Lauder perfumes on the (shiny marble) sink. Of course, without any marks on the door, either.
I went to one in Kuantan Megamall recently, and I faced something I last seen during my schooldays. Toilet door graffiti. Not as interesting as the one in Pertama Kompleks or Kompleks Karamunsing (I accidentally learnt about ‘the birds and the bees and the species in between’ during those visits to the toilets of said complexes), but not that boring, either. The unimaginative ones are the telephone/handphone numbers with offers of fun and play - how pathetic! The one in Megamall has a bit of a debate between smokers and non-smokers, a bit of a love confession (maybe I should put mine once), and a bit of bashing of a certain unfavourable girl.
No obscene, graphic, anatomical images that makes you wonder if you are 12, or cringe if you are 20.
It was nice reading, for what it’s worth, heehee…
