From Indah Water to shit floating on the streets

Do you pay for your shit fees? You know…the not so Indah Water sewerage fees? Today, I received a lawyer letter on the notice of paying up our shit fees amounting to over RM500+. I asked the accountant hubby what he is going to do about it. He said, I will pay lah, when the government took over. So, I don’t know if he is going to do that or not. Who cares about shit fees, huh? At most, you will see on the news “Blogger detained for shitting but not paying sewage fee.”

We were the dysfunctional family who had their dinner and talk about shits like these. So, my children asked us what is Indahwater and why we should pay them. That means, I must launched into discussion on the origin of the tahi until it is processed and sent back to the eco-system.

That’s when my #3 son asked what will happen when we burnt shit? I told him in some poor countries, they do use cow dungs to make homes and use as fire. What you call arang? But I told him, cow dungs have lots of grass fibres so it is useful as it is strong. He said, “…but human shits don’t have fibre, what. So, what do you think happen when you burnt it?”

That’s the sad thing about me. I have to deal with kids like that and challenged with their ‘smart’ questions. Like my #2 son who suddenly had the enlightenment that if you pray to a milk jug, and you so happened to get what you were praying for, you will also treat the milk jug like Jesus. So I asked him, “Did you ask the milk jug or Jesus to help you with your bike test this morning?” He failed his first test ‘cos he claimed the bike was cacat and jerk so he put his foot down (which made him fail). I told him my mother had a saying, “People who do not know how to dance, claim the dance floor is not even.” This morning, he took the second time and passed. He said, Jesus with his milk jug helps him.

Now that he could ride a bike anywhere, he found the roads in Penang full of potholes. He complained about how bad the road and its potholes are. And my ‘smarter’ #1 son said, “If there are no potholes (from the sewage tank openings), then the road will be full of shits floating around.” I told them they will make very good politicians because they have good excuses for everything.

So, what do you do with your Indahwater’s bills? You better pay before they force you to berak di jamban and get them cleared by the night soil carriers. I tell you, the bucket there is enough to give you mental trauma. That’s why I have phobia of public toilets.

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12 thoughts on “From Indah Water to shit floating on the streets”

  2. Does Penang have proper sewege treatment plant? I remember back in 10 years back I supervised a project in Bayan Lepas, I realised all sewege water was released direct to the sea. During heavy rain all roads were flooded and all the sewege water flew out from manholes due to high tide from sea.

    When I repaired a manhole I realised the water was backflow during high tide. Now Jelutong there is building a big treatment plant, but I don’t think it can manage to all ‘shit’ in Penang island.

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  3. kenny – I also dunno where my shit went to. LOL. We Penangites are full of shits so tak muat lah.

    kadusmama – My hubby lah, he purposely don’t want to pay dunno for what reason also. Now, he said, “Don’t care lah, so difficult to pay them, why they never allow credit card payment? Let the gov. take it back lah.” He paid our water bills in advance like paying RM200 each time and let them deduct for a few months. But with Indah Water, he tore away all the bills and grumbled about bad management. Makes me nervous only. Berat tak bayar hutang. Hahaha.

  5. Wonder what will my gwai lo friends will think when we say to them that we have to pay to shit here in M’sia…

    My mom & dad related stories about the night soil carriers when they were staying in the kampungs… Yes, it is scary.

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  6. angie – The poor night soil carriers usually have some form of jaundice and their faces are pale and yellowish. I have seen a few of them when I was young.

    wuching – Nay, the gomen last time go and privatise the shit part lor. Last time pay together one. So, the people here sort of boycott the move and they cannot do anything cos the shit still flows, whether they are paid or not. Not like water, they can cut if we don’t pay. Stupid move, hor?

  7. Initially we also did not pay then there were news saying that they will consolidate it with water bill. So mah pay lo afraid they might cut water mah.

    Your bill is even more dashyat, RM500+! Dunno how many tonnes of shit being processed already.

    Ohya, the night soil carriers. I remember my maternal granny’s house used to be in the inner part of georgetown. I had phobia every time I needed to go pang sai in the toilet. The toilet was actually a small raised compartment with an opening on the floor ala our squat toilet. Beneath the openning there was a bucket for you to shit into. Sometimes in the middle of “boo-booing” the night soil carrier would suddenly appear and open the small door from the back lane to collect the bucket of shit! And have you all seen the vehicle with many many small doors where they load the buckets of shit onto and move around town? yuck….

  8. usually will pay off online. fair-fair mah. you pangsai, you pay lar. hahaha. but not really sure the water is really indah or not. to be honest, between them and those ahpek-ahpek back in old time, those ahpeks really have my respects(would sure to pay wholeheartedly). I refer to those ahpeks that carried pail after pail of ‘sai’ everyday from homes. oh btw, arang = coal

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  11. waah u penang lang really live up to reputation of kwai lan hor. i also from that island but now so long never been back sob. even my old folks dah moved to ipoh, all their friends kicked pang sai bucket lol. Wonderful to hear your voice tho.

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