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23 May 2008
{1:12 PM} HOMEWORK IS KILLING ME. English. History. HCL. Math. Geography. Ah great. I feel like wallowing in misery. Or maybe not. Tag replies: Jolene: I'm showing my LOVE for you. heh. :D that's why I spam Yaha! Ivyna: Okayyyyy, got people from your school come to mine to sell tickets. yeah. Hilary: Hahaha, complete with an apron! YAYYY. Hilary the care taker.haha. Binny: Okay (: How a harp saved my life - A recount It was a typical hot night in a typical day of a student, me. As usual, homework was on top of the to-do-list, and I was busily trying to complete all my tasks. I leaned back in my chair to stretch myself. Just then, a certain sensation made its presence known. It started with a tightness in the bladder which then gradually progressed to a full-blown urge to pee. It was then that i realised that a trip to the bathroom was anything but unnecessary. As i half stumbled-half hobbled to the bathroom, it was to my utter chagrin to discover that, the bathroom door was locked - My dad was taking a bath. My face turned mauve. HOW???? Then I realised; there was a second bathroom in the house! (See, I don't think when I'm urgent.) Without further ado, I charged to the second alternative - the other bathroom. Just as I reached the corner, I heard the sound of water gushing. Could it be..? It was to my even more utter devastation that I realised; the second bathroom was occupied by my brother. Hey-ho! I discovered that my hair is kinda brown. Or maybe it's just the light. Shuddup Esther, continue with the story. The situation was disastrous. Cataclysmically catastrophic. Sheer waves of panic ran through my body. Bursting at the seams, I knocked on the first bathroom door. "Daddy! Can you hurry?" -Sound of water gushing- "DADDY?!" -Sound of water gushing- I rushed to the second bathroom. "Korkor! I needa pee, can hurry?" -pause- "Why? I need my beauty bath!" (Seriously, he said that. -_-) I gave up trying to persuade them out of the bathroom. (Typical obdurate men.) Just hopefully, the urge would go away. But it didn't. And so I waited. And waited. I tried hopping around on one foot. I tried sitting down on the couch. I tried standing still. I tried thinking of something else. I tried singing. But to no avail. Would I really have to pee in a bag!? And then, I tried playing the harp. Astonishingly, the sound of Fifi (the harp) seemingly eased my otherwise pathetically desperate state. In fact, it soothed me into equanimity. SHOCKING! SHOCKING! Click. Yes, I heard a click. AND MY BROTHER WAS OUT OF THE TOILET! Wrapped in nothing but a seaweedy-green towel. D: With utmost satisfaction I catapulted to the toilet. Aaaah. That unparalleled relief that transcended all boundaries. And that, Is how my dearest harp saved my life (or bladder). I love you Fifi. You're my greatest benefactor. Darling. Esther has learnt her lesson. She will never hold her pee to that extent again. I seem to like talking about pee and bathrooms. I will face it, I'm irreversibly idiosyncratic. __________________________________________ |