I didn't eat much for Buka (Break Fast) last night. I sorta screwed up my 3rd paper, Methods of Organisational Research (MOR) today. What's the relationship between these 2 seemingly independent variables you might ask? Let me enlighten u.
I didn't eat much last night, just a plate of extremely spicy chicken rice. My mom actually forgot to tell us that she had actually used chilli padi (the mother of all chillies, how apt). Anyway, the chicken rice didn't really sit well in the pit of my stomach so it was soon entrenched in the pit of my great white bowl. I spent the rest of the night cramming my brain and neglected to cram the tummy. Only had some bird's nest (Read: Essence of chicken, i always get them mixed up)... so came the time for sahur (day's meal at the crack of dawn, before the first prayer call).. So.. i had 2 plates of Chicken Rice and a few salmons lices, another bottle of Brand's, a mug of chocolate milk and 3 glases of Ribena. After my morning prayers i headed straight for bed. When i woke up, i was late and i reached school exactly at 10..
Reached the exam hall it was already reading time Stomach rumbling Clammy palms put my stuff down raised my arm request to go to toilet was rejected stared at the paper tried to think and formulate answers but failed raised my arm again shot down 10 more mins he said lay my head on the table cussing my luck and my tummy raised my hand 2 more bleeding mins wat da hell all this while my ass bleeding poison vapour pity the poor sods around me at the edge at the edge at the edge at the damn edge dammit still emitting semi poisonous gas scared i'd unintentionally murder ppl ard me potential HazMat situation how how how ah there's the signal i can go now stood up ass released its final sigh ppl ard try to ignore stench look away cursing me under breath i dun care i walked calmly to the front signed the form, opened the hall door sprinted for my saviour the great white bowl phew everything fell out perhaps my intestines too cos that's how it felt maximum release baby ah feels good great wunderfull i feel like i'm in heaven so that's how old ppl feel after holding their shit in for 3 days ok got out smiled at invigilator waitng outside constant checking of her watch told me to say i had diarrhoea i told i dun need to lie cos yeah shit happened it WAS diarrhoea reached the hall door walked thru started my paper 30mins later didn't finish on time lost about 25% due to shitting episode dunno who to blame sigh but at least i got it out of my system that has more than one meaning mind you hahaha
Dun u just love punctuation?
I didn't eat much last night, just a plate of extremely spicy chicken rice. My mom actually forgot to tell us that she had actually used chilli padi (the mother of all chillies, how apt). Anyway, the chicken rice didn't really sit well in the pit of my stomach so it was soon entrenched in the pit of my great white bowl. I spent the rest of the night cramming my brain and neglected to cram the tummy. Only had some bird's nest (Read: Essence of chicken, i always get them mixed up)... so came the time for sahur (day's meal at the crack of dawn, before the first prayer call).. So.. i had 2 plates of Chicken Rice and a few salmons lices, another bottle of Brand's, a mug of chocolate milk and 3 glases of Ribena. After my morning prayers i headed straight for bed. When i woke up, i was late and i reached school exactly at 10..
Reached the exam hall it was already reading time Stomach rumbling Clammy palms put my stuff down raised my arm request to go to toilet was rejected stared at the paper tried to think and formulate answers but failed raised my arm again shot down 10 more mins he said lay my head on the table cussing my luck and my tummy raised my hand 2 more bleeding mins wat da hell all this while my ass bleeding poison vapour pity the poor sods around me at the edge at the edge at the edge at the damn edge dammit still emitting semi poisonous gas scared i'd unintentionally murder ppl ard me potential HazMat situation how how how ah there's the signal i can go now stood up ass released its final sigh ppl ard try to ignore stench look away cursing me under breath i dun care i walked calmly to the front signed the form, opened the hall door sprinted for my saviour the great white bowl phew everything fell out perhaps my intestines too cos that's how it felt maximum release baby ah feels good great wunderfull i feel like i'm in heaven so that's how old ppl feel after holding their shit in for 3 days ok got out smiled at invigilator waitng outside constant checking of her watch told me to say i had diarrhoea i told i dun need to lie cos yeah shit happened it WAS diarrhoea reached the hall door walked thru started my paper 30mins later didn't finish on time lost about 25% due to shitting episode dunno who to blame sigh but at least i got it out of my system that has more than one meaning mind you hahaha
Dun u just love punctuation?
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