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15 November 2007
{7:04 PM} okay, let's begin from yesterday(: steph and i went out! cos she wanted to buy her RUBIKS CUBE. LOL. so we went to toy r us at united square! whooooo! and, we walked around. i bought earrings! and steph went clothing shopping. LOL. anyways. pictures.  steph and me  happyfeet  steph and her rebellious hair:D it is random time(: THE EXPERIENCE OF HAVING A SEVERE STOMACHACHE AND NOT BEING ABLE TO POO.D: when this little spot of trouble begins, you will first feel a TINGLING sensation in your thighs. then you start to feel bad, as if a ravenous monster were chewing at the very tips of your body. you will start feeling icy, your heart will race like it has never raced before. people approach you and you do not, whatsoever, want to talk to anyone. in fact you hardly wish you were visible. because, by now you'll look terrible. face in a knot, sweating streaming down your forehead(well maybe) intoxicated with anxiety, you start looking frantically for a toilet. any toilet, a dirty toilet. you are even tempted to race into that boys' school and into its toilets. your legs start trembling as if the ground were shaking, pins and needles prick you on your back. all hair on the surface of your skin are screaming, as if wanting to be plucked out. and you think, IF ONLY A TOILET WOULD APPEAR! the torture gets worse, the piece of business is sticking out your rear end. and refuses to retreat. and you think again, could this be any worse than labour?! FINALLY, by a stroke of much-needed luck, you find a proper toilet. AND GREAT, THERE'S EVEN TOILET PAPER! you sit on the toilet seat, rushing as if a thousand poo mounds were chasing you, and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! pfffffffffffffffffffffffffsssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfffffffffffffshhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the evil one is expelled! you feel this surging sensation rising to the very ends of your body it overcomes everything else. everyone outside the cubicle hears the 'plops', but who cares, a battle cannot be won in silence. plus, a relieved esther. is a very, happy, esther. __________________________________________ |