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Didn't go to school today. Had a terrible case of diarrhoea in the morning. It was terrible! I was feeling OK while I was walking, but halfway, ZOMG, I can't describe the feeling. It's as if the crap in me was shifting around, wanting to EJACULATE outta my butt! (Hee haw haw! "Ejaculate" and not "burst".)

I managed to fight off the feeling for a bit. Then went to meet my CS Clan member, Apple.Pie aka R3bel aka Geoffrey the perv. Headed over to Marsiling MRT to take a train down to Orchard to meet Geoff but, DANG, shat attack!

ZOMG, I had to tap out at the gantry just to go use the toilet! I couldn't take it. I nearly shat in my pants! (Shat: The past tense of Shit, which is the present tense of crap. So I shat my pants is saying I shit my pants, which means I crapped my pants, which means I took a poop in my pants, which means I dumped a lump. Source: Urbandictionary.com)

Rushed to the toilet that 2 out of 3 of the cubicles was taken, which left the one that had no toilet seat. A squatter! Knowing I had to get my terrible toxic waste outta my system, I hopped in.

In the 18 years of my life. I've tried to avoid using this kind of cubicle for squatters. Only used it once in my entire life, and now I've to face it again. You know, I had no idea how to actually shit in one properly. I had so much trouble the other time.

SO FINALLY. I got the hang out! Gah, what skill it requires! Ability to withstand the weight of your body, and the ability to not get your pants stained. The worst thing about squat shitting, is that you can actually see your CRAP come plopping down. It's so funky!



And this post will abruptly end here cause I'm not really in the mood to type. BLEAH




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