15 Male Singapore

i think i have digestive-disorders. (or whatever you call it)

i get an upset stomach almost every single morning. sometimes due to flatulence. but sometimes it's due to that solid waste. let's not touch on the disgusting facts, but i'll let you know how it is affecting my life.

introducing the toilet bowl- what i think is the world's greatest invention - at least for that short period of time when i run towards it and use it. and i have a passionate idea to propose to the goverment, that is to build a toilet at every bus stop/mrt station/or walking distance of 20m.

sounds great isn't it. you wouldn't have to worry about the urgent cases that occur ,without prior notice, anymore.

right, why is it affecting my life. okay, envision this situation.

you wake up at around 6am every morning. you feel this slight pain and discomfort in your tummy. but you couldn't care less because your rushing for time.

and so without thinking of the consequences you rush out of the house, leaving alone your precious toilet bowl in the bathroom, when you can use it.

and then when you reach the bus stop you feel another discomfort, this time a little more intensifying. you start to fidget all over the place and people are staring at you, like you're having spasms or something.

here comes the bus, you bid your last chance of using your home toilet goodbye. this time the pain lightens, and you think everything is going to be okay.

but on the contrary, the pain-in-the-stomach is likely to build up potential energy, and then releasing it at its maximum strength.

your stomach starts to growl, and protest about you. and then you have this sudden urge to belch. "but you can't!" you told yourself, as you're squeezing with a hundred other people on the bus. you can't possibly do such an immoral thing.

you slouch downwards, and pray that the pain doesn't get any more intense. but it does.

and then, the bus arrives at your destination, you quickly hop off and run towards the school toilet, hoping that releasing that solid waste can relief you of that excruciating pain.

you reach the toilet. then sit there. then nothing happens. then nothing happens. then nothing happens still.

you realised you just got played a fool by your stomach. argh.

whatever you defiant piece of organ. i'll have you transplanted away, then i'll get my sweet new obedient organ. just you wait. and stop growling now.

left himself a note;
4:32 PM