The toilet journeyman..
Monday, January 23, 2006
[[This entry might be disgusting and utterly gross..to those who are sensitive or whatsoever..do leave immediately..]]
It had been a long long time since i last updated my blog and here i am again!!!..decided to blog once again since i realized how i missed blogging and how unattractive one's blog may be if their posts were seemingly outdated,"expired"..
I have a story to tell to everyone....and its one story that many have exclaimed rubbish and bla bla bla...but its kinda unique to me..and i find it pretty interesting..
To those who might think they noe me well,think not..to those who wants to know me better,...er..well..i doubt there is such ppl..lol. =))
so here it goes..
**THE TOILET JOURNEYMAN**
I am the toilet journeyman...It is a strange nick one should call themselves..but i realized today that it is of so much affliated with myself..you guys might start questioning what has happened today to make me call myself as such...well here is the story..
I woke up around 5.30 in the morning for school..went to bathe and had a light breakfast consisting of a cup of coffee and a few chocolate chips cookies..then i rushed out of the house without even doing my hair "ritual"...6.15
...boarded 65 which was heading for orchard and i fell asleep nearly as soon as i lay myself on the seats...reached lucky plaza around fifteen minutes later..6.30...
boarded the mrt.. was pretty empty when i boarded so i chose my fave seat:the one near the glass panel(typical singaporean)...fell asleep once more..and woke up at braddel just in time when Samantha,one of my classmates,entered the doors of the carriage...my ears were much saved from the all-normal morning commotions by the loud sounds of 50 cent,cradle of filth and much more thru my earphones..6.45...
Alighted from the train..made my way down the platform when suddenly it struck....a sharp pain struck my stomach so hard that it made me winced to its effect...and it didnt stop..it went on and on even after i passed the gateway and it was still hitting me hard...this was a 'norm' for me as i have this certain stomach problem that will always hit in the early morning ESPECIALLY just before i leave for school..
6.50...was in the amk toilet..damn it was smelly..
7.00..out of the toilet and was walking towards the bus stand..boarded 265 and i instantly felt that i will definitely be late..
7.15..reached the sch's nearest busstop..was late for sch..i didnt alighted becoz if i were to walk in the school compound with or without a cheeky smile..i will definitely will be forced to join the late group..which i truly dread coz they will make a spotcheck on everyone's bag(tote,sling,backpack..etc etc etc) to find 'illegal items'...being a notorious student..this illegal stuffs is a must bring for me when going to skool...well you cnt blame me...my journey is like so blardie long laa so without music i maybe forced to stare at sleepy faces in the train or even watch the every moment of an ah pei digging the gold within his two enlarged nostrils...yucks..
7.25..alighted at amk hospital..made my way to a stop nearby where there was bus service 855..which was heading for harborfront interchange...stomach growling~
7.35..boarded the bus and HELL IT WAS BLARDIE FULL..i didnt expect so much crowd in the bus at first so it was kinda shocking..in the end i was forced to stand near the entrance of the bus..so yeah you could imagine how full it was..the crowd didnt 'evaporate' after a few stops though so there i was a few minutes later still standing at the entrance of the bus...we were practically squeezed in like a tin full of sardines..
7.58...blardie my stomach is causing problems once again and that sruck me that i needed a place to relieve myself..fast...but damn all i could see was trees and trees and more trees and landed properties..i really hoped of banging into a gas station or whatsoever cz the pain got really excruciating by then but alas it was not my luck..~holding on~
8.10..finally i spotted a coffeeshop so i alighted the bus in a flash(bedek ah mike..lol)..and made my way briskly to the overhead bridge to cross the busy highway..
this is how the coffeeshop looked like
at first impression i really doubt they have a usable toilet..i do have bad experiences with coffeshops and usually it turn out that their toilet are either faulty or water-logged..but luckily..
it turn out to be fine..er not that fine but at least usuable..and empty..lol..i realized that i forgotten to give the uncle the 10 cent entrance fee..so after relieving myself i paid him he 10 cent upon which he acknowledges with a hearty smile..lol..i tot of taking picture of him but then i rather it would be unwise...ok nvm crap..
so i left the coffeeshop to board yet another855 and even manage to take note of the place(empress place)...i will come down again someday..maybe to savour the delicalies at the coffeeshop..or even to visit the toilet which save my life..
as you can see life as a toilet journeyman is definitely hard...every toilet you go to is special..none is similar in an one way or another..it might be the smell,the look,the design..or even might be for its memorable service it had provided..to me..empress place will always be remembered..till now i keep the pic of toilet save in the very memory of my razr and hopefully i will live on to tell the tale to my sons and daughters...
the toilet journeyman~No one toilet is ever the same,you might never know what is in store for you at every toilet..
so i would like to end this by asking you readers out there..
ARE YOU A TOILET JOURNEYMAN TOO??
" ..it's all about you now.. "