the perfect shit - literally
Thursday, January 05, 2006 (8:16 PM)
for the first time, i sank into the world of stratovarius while listening to their paradise in a packed carriage. when the system announced, '*bing bong* queenstown', i knew i had to be alert or risk missing commonwealth. before i knew the train left queenstown, i was dreaming paradise and by the time i regained my senses, i arrived at the ironically futuristic yet commuter-unfriendly platform of dover. i panicked. i checked my watch and *phew* i still had a 20 minute buffer before being late for work and dover is a mere 6-minute ride away from my destination. i made a huge round going down the stairs, moving across and going up the other side and i thank the 20 minute allowance i had for leaving for destination early. it's for these unexpected situations that we leave early and now i understand even more why people who are always late end up even later occasionally.
now we get to the perfect shit. the following content will be crude. will be. not shall be. not might be. will be. so if you can't take it, just stop reading here and i know it's pointless because the more i tell you to stop reading, the more you want to read, so don't blame me for your bullimia-ish syndrome. i have been having an on/off diarrhoea for over a month which became quite bad during the time i was taking medication 2 weeks ago because according to the doctor, that particular dose of anti-biotics causes diarrhoeas which made my case even worse. after finishing the prescription of 'anti-diarrhoea' medications, i'm finally all right and i saw my 'dose' of perfect shit. and i mean 'shit' the way it is meant to mean. like what guang's lyrics say, 人总是失去了才开始珍惜, now i understand how he felt when he wrote those lyrics. c'mon people! start appreciating your perfect shit.
i promise to do a sequel. the perfect shit - metaphorically.