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Murphy's law . Chronicles of toilet woes
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1)

I made a quick trip to the loo yesterday while i was working . Well , i had tolerated my bladder for such a long period of time that it was almost bursting at the seams.

So when finally i shut myself in a cubicle and my pants laid crumpled around my ankles ( of course it didnt. I don't trust the hygiene levels of public toilets . But then again the Airport boasts one of the cleanest toilets around . But i'm still skeptical lah. Why am i telling you all these?! ) , it was sweeeeeeeeet relief.

I hovered precariously above the toilet seat , something i always do in public loos because of the stigma attached to toilet seats. You know lah. Splattered waste , viruses from genital warts etc.

As i was halfway done , all of a sudden , the door opened and it knocked me on my head as i was kind of bent forward in my awkward and leg-aching position.

My hand immediately went to shut the door .Thank god for my quick reflexes !

I must have forgotten to lock the door in my haste.

I heard giggling from outside and someone chiding her child

"Aiyo , Girl ah ! Why you open the door ?"

She was trying to contain her laughter as she spoke. I could feel it !

"Mummy , i don't know somebody's inside what !"

I didn't know what to do. I was so embarrased that i wanted to wait till the toilet was empty until i made my escape but since this toilet has the highest flow of human traffic due to its prominent spot , i knew i couldn't.

Slowly i turned the knob and made a mad rush for the door .

I didn't even bother to wash my hands , since i can wash it back in the cafe.

I could feel a dozen pairs of amused eyes feast on me.

2)

***warning : Explicit and gross content***

My dad had visitors in today , and to my disappointment there wasn't any young handsome lad for me to look at.

But thats not the point.

As usual after lunch , it was my daily ritual to visit the loo with a John Grisham paperback.

Yah lah , i really like to read while doing industrial-strength business.

Anyway.

After about 20 minutes in the loo ( Usually i sit on my ceramic throne long after the last traces of yesterday's dinner have met their doom in the murky waters below because i would be too engrossed in reading to even notice it ) , my hands reached out for the toilet paper.

No cottony-soft 3 ply paper met my hands.

All i felt was a coarse tubular thing.

Yay. No toilet paper.

I contemplated my situation for a while .

If it was any other day at home , i could have just shouted for my dad to pass me a toilet roll or walk out of the loo with my pants down to retrieve it myself.

But not today. I HAve VISITORS , remember ?

I mustn't embarrasse myself in front of the distinguished looking man who looked quite good for his age .

This must be really a really classic moment of Murphy's law.

In the end , i had no choice but to crawl out of the toilet with the cold air kissing my butt cheeks and hope that no one steps into the bedroom as i grabbed the nearest packet of tissue paper from the drawers.

I did it.

Thank god Murphy's law did not impose itself on me again.

If not can you imagine..

Walking back to your bedroom to see your daughter literally butt-naked ?

Or even worse.

Seeing your business' partner's cute teenage daughter in a different light ?


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I can't believe i spent saturday at home doing nothing but sleep , eat and failed attempts to complete my mountain of projects.

Sorry Han for not being able to make it to the movies today :D . I was really tired, not surprising since i reached home at 4 and slept at 6 :)

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Listening to : 3 doors down - Kryptonite

Okay maybe you have noticed me listening to the same songs over and over again. Thats just me. Heh.