Sirap ais, anyone?

Sometimes, there is always one of those days when you feel like you just need to get out of the place you're in.

In my recent case, the wind was not blowing so lovely. I wasn't feeling emotionally at my best, thus the reason why I isolated myself, even if it meant hiding under a table, or anywhere I can think of at the time.

Usually, it's the loo that's been my most, favourite place in the office. Not only do I poo and pee a lot (if you think it's menggelikan, fuck off you hypocrites!), it's also a good place for me to be at peace, or to have some quiet time alone. I'm not a negative child, I just appreciate my privacy.

But, that's not the whole point of writing this entry. For some odd reason, the office's loo smell of air sirap, tak tipu. I mean, how can I not notice, half of my time in the office is always spent in the loo. So you can definitely count on my words. If not, you may ask someone who sits next to me.

It led me to a story my friend told me a few weeks ago. Whenever she drinks coffee, her urine would smell of coffee and it makes her cranky because she just wants her piss to smell like, well, urine lah.

The fact sort of confuses me and I thought to myself, "Is that even possible, wei?"

So, bila terbau toilet mcm air sirap ais, saya pun mcm terfikirlah, "Alamak, potong ah. Siapa pulak pg minum sirap ni, kacau je org nak berak. Sat lg kang bau taik campur sirap, dah aku pulak tak lalu minum sirap karang."

Tgk2 freshener yg keluarkan bau mcm tu. Tiu na seng, macibai. Even so, I'm grateful la that everyone's private parts went to school so berak dan kencing tak bertabur. Toilet is one of the holiest places okay!

I am still scared of eating a lot of chocolate. I hope that my poo or pee will not smell of it.

But anyways, sometimes, I wish never knew some friends that I have. Sometimes. But I know I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the people that I'd met, the circumstances that I'd been put in and the choices that I'd made.

In the end, there's always a light at the end of every tunnel. Time to bake, hardcorely.


Regards,
Nadirah H. Rodzi