the bathroom

a friend of mine is currently researching on poop in brazil. :)

ok, it's actually a very prestigious grant that he managed to apply for. but he has yet to play with the matter yet.

after reading his email (which detailed his nerdy escapades in brazil), i went to the bathroom. and it's funny because i realized that bathrooms are not worthy of much attention (unless you go to some nasty one in malaysia, then you walk out warning your hypochondriac mom not to use it lest she faints). no one writes about bathrooms! and no one writes about poop. so, i was mightily impressed with my friend. braving the odds to research on poop (of course his research is more sophisticated than what i make it to be). to be honest, the human excretory process is absolutely integral in our lives. if you don't go, you need fybogel (did i spell that correctly) or some kind of psyillium husk to aid the process. not being able to relieve yourself is quite traumatic, and i am sure that all of us can emphatize with those afflicted (stop pretending that you don't care about poop!). for the ladies, we fear looking an inch chubbier. well, actually for the men too.

but why are we so afraid of talking about poop? well, i suppose that it's all too carnal for our liking. too filthy. too gross. i remember studying this for my psych class but clearly, i can't recall much now.

anyway, i wanted to talk about the bathroom in the office. it's pretty cool actually. although unnerving. you see, the top strip of the wall is actually nothing but clear, transparent squarish windows. the entire panel closest to the roof. so, spiderman wannabes can actually witness your excretory processes. or worse, some daring ham-sap-lohs (aka perverts) may scale the building to take a peek. terrible i know.

but then today, i realized that it is precisely this panel which allows you to witness the clouds outside. and it really is pretty. i saw the sun peeking behind the clouds. in all its glory and majesty (i like the sun a lot, but only at the beach). beaming and just being THE sun. of course beaming at the toilet bowls as well. and then, it feels awkward. the sun becomes not-so-glam because it's beaming on the toilet bowls. and this prompted my entire trail of thought about poop.

such is life eh.

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