sex and julia roberts.

you spend half your life in the crapper. at least it feels that way to me; diarrhea can be such a pain. undoubtedly, it might be a novel way to lose weight, but looking at the way my stomach feels right now, it'd be more of a last resort than Option A. three days of this shit (pun intended) and there's no letting up. i don't even know how i got it: either my mother's pasta, the fried chicken balls that night or simply dodgy limau ais at MGR.

the worst part is the way my stomach pounds which makes me genuinely wince and grimace. even kicking me in the balls couldn't get such a strong reaction from me. it's sad to know that i'm more at the mercy of my colon than my testicles.

ugh. special thanks to lezel for whipping up last night's dinner. it was fantastic...loved the salad and the chicken.

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i'd never seen an episode of one in a million prior to its grand finale last night. suki's cute but i didn't really expect her to win...she was kind of undeserving. that faizal fella brought the house down. then again, kudos to her for becoming a 16 year old chinese female millionaire. now she's got leverage against all the boys who're going to come foaming after her. i'd think twice though: anyone willing to wear her second outfit last night needs to get examined.

i really should join one of these reality talent contests. i'd make for good television. i swear.

coming to think of it, have you ever been to those simple singing contests that've been held in malls throughout the country? you usually have five participants: 4 adults and 1 child. the child always wins based on the fact that it's a child. meritocracy? credibility? bah.

sigh.

life's a crapper.