i've just taken what might be one of the most theraputic dumps in my life.

a dump.
a poop.
a crap.
big business.
or the traditional pangsai.

whatever one chooses to call it, one thing's for sure - a good poop is one of the little joys of life.





sitting there in your little sanctuary where all is quiet (except for maybe the little drip-drips that come outta nowhere in the toilet) and silence is comfortable.

in that moment, all the hustle and bustle just fade away into a faint murmur, and for one small window of time one can truly say one's mind is at peace in the day.

nobody's baying for your blood and asking you to vacate the ivory throne, and in that little moment there is complete serenity.

in that small yet weirdly cozy room, there's time to hear yourself think - and nothing to derail your train of thought.


well, aside from the chocolatey missiles impacting the surface of the water ever so often.







as one's body relieves itself of physical waste, one's mind starts to sort out the various bits and pieces and attempts to piece them together or trash them - it takes a crap too, in a sense.
only during these still, silent moments can one truly properly think about certain issues and deal with them.





it's like a dream somehow.





and then reality falls from the sky in a much-awaited dramatic entrance as it seeks to crush your castles in the sky and cause the rubble to fall in your eyes and blind you.

and one has to reluctantly grab those neatly cut squares of toilet paper, wipe the waste from one's bottom (both mentally and physically) sadly leave that little safe haven to return to the big, bad world outside.

life needs to have more moments like this.





people come and go, and my action figures may one day rot and burn.
my room may one day be desolated and will cease to be that cave i can hide in.
but that little toilet bowl will always be that one safe haven i can run to and relieve myself.


i'll be back, toilet.
and i know you'll be waiting.