Shit is now my least favourite profanity. Okay, that's an understatement. i should use the word HATE!

i hate the word, but i have to live through the process every day. And i'm hating it because on Monday, my sphincter muscles just were not strong enough.

Most likely i ate something bad. i ate this muah chee coated with chocolate powder that i bought from Hokkaido. (i have been back for almost 3 months) i ate 6 of it. In the evening, i left home for Bras Basah to give tuition. When i was boarding the bus at the bus stop, a mild urge to shit came. Nothing out of the ordinary. i told myself that i'll just drop by the National Library toilet before heading for my kid's home. During the journey, i didnt feel any discomfort in my stomach. Neither was i at the stage of breaking out in cold sweat while tightening my ass muscles. i got off my stop and that's when the signal came. The sense of urgency started rushing in. i crossed the road and was getting near the National Library. This time, my desire to shit peaked. It was so bad that i started running. But everyone knows running will aggrevate the situation, and i know that too. So i was in a half-run, half-"fast paced walking" state. i chiong up the escalator to the second floor because the BLOODY National Library dont have a toilet on the first floor. So what's a better word than peaked? Well, no better word... i was just 3 seconds away from the toilet bowl and my sphincter muscles relaxed. i'm sure i do not have to put in words what happen after those muscles relaxed.

It was a terrible mess and nothing else could have made it worse. It stained my pants a little, and i have yet commenced on my tuition. Shit you, my fucking shit!