the long call

 it takes a whole hour to get to class. its always slow, swinging left to right to left to right to left. On a good day (for the driver), theres the additional forward jerks when people crawl in and out and before halfway, you get motion sickness. but anyway....

today was different. i had a taste of it just before getting into that van. a missed call from nature.

Alarmed,  i sat and planted my feet firmly down. All was fine for a stingy 20 minutes. Then comes the pain.
Shut my book, began to pray. bloody coffee! bloody coffee!. turning white. What a good morning.

I couldn't see, i couldn't hear, couldn't feel. everything was a blur. i sat like a stone. my body and soul concentrating only on one thing : KEEPING IT IN.......

it was a merry-go-round of panic and relief. inside was a roller coaster ride with countless loops.

brain dead, one idea struck me. The moment i see a shop with the toilet, i'll shout stop and get down.
but i dont have paper. Why am i like this? a normal girl would have tissue paper with her always....


-claire, u have tissue?
-no.  ???
-nevermind.


the moment the van stop, i gave my all.... the last 100 meters. two toy soldiers on full speed. Oh, we were also late for class.

everybody knows that burst of impulse right when you see the toilet door.
Sprinting, cringing, i flung the bag, shut the door, lock! and releeeeeeeeeeeease. Ahhhhhhh~~~~
claire waited at the door with some tissue. without u claire, i have no tomorrow.

god saw my efforts.

He put a handsome guy waiting for me outside.