Upon reaching the chinese coffee shop, I ordered a bowl of Kuay Teow Soup and moodily shuffled over to the empty tables. I slumped on the chair and barked out for hot chinese tea. Nothing cold.

My food arrived and so did my drink. That's when the pain started. I looked at my food and attempted to press the spring onions into mush with my chopstick while waiting for that slight contraction to be over. However, the pain intensified. I had to lie on the table for awhile. Who cares if the salesman who was having his lunch was looking at me curiously? I don't care if the bunch of mechanics who were taking a break pointed fingers at me.

I started to moan in pain and was close to tears. There was a sharp pain shooting up and down my abdomen. Each time the pain shoots down I had to lift my bum off the chair and bear the pain. This repeated about at least 5 times. I thought I needed to go to the hospital.

My mum took forever to finish her (enticing)teh ais. I still had to go back to Chien's place to return her biology papers to her. I dived into the backseat and remained in a horizontal position until we reached home.

Upon arriving home, I half squat outside the grilled door while my mum fumbled with the keys. Once the doors were opened, I made a mad dash to the toilet and removed all forms of garments that covered me from the waist down.

I sat on the toilet bowl with my legs up.(trishaw puller style).
That's my comfortable position. It's not disgusting. Comfort outweighs grossness.

I was seriously contemplating on positioning my legs on the basin for maximum comfort which was just in front of the toilet bowl but decided that it would not go too well if there was residue on the sides of my toilet seat.

Apparently, the pain was so fucking great because I was suffering from shitting pains AND period pains. Oh the horror.

I lay my head on the sink while awaiting the nightmare to end and cold beads of sweat trickled down my forehead. My hair was loose and the scrunchie was dangling at the ends of my ponytail. My fringe was plastered all over the sides of my head. I bent down and a puddle of sweat formed on the bathroom tile.

I was too tired to wipe my own ass. It took every ounce of energy in my body to reach for the bidet to shoot my ass clean and I unravelled the tissue roll and dabbed myself dry. No prizes for guessing the colour of the tissue paper. It's not brown. Think Chinese New Year.

I pulled up my panties and my shorts and immediately ran out of the toilet because I needed to lie down. I turned on the hall fan and lay on the cold terrazo floor. You should have seen the many positions I contorted myself into in hopes of finding the ONE position that could ease the pain. My leg was tucked in on one side and my hand was pointing diagonally away from me. I lifted my tummy up and down but got tired soon after. I lay on my tummy, the pain intensified. My mother kept asking me to eat my pau so that I can eat my medicine. But I told her I didn't have the energy to sit up, let alone eat a pau.