And then suddenly, complete emptiness welled inside my chest and I could no longer think I was still sane as I thought I still was. After using my little elbow to force down one, tiny little lever to flush, I just came to my realization....

That I deeply miss flushing the toilet.

You might find it amusing, but really... It's not that digging the dipper down to the pail full of water is exhiliratingly hard to do, but you know... When you find yourself pulling down the lever again and you hear that hollow sound echoing in the walls of your ears causes you severe emptiness, as I have mentioned. The hollow sound reminds me of everything I have ever felt, and realized that eventhough I have enjoyed life as it is, there's this one, big empty pit that I have failed to notice not until then, but now is not the time to discuss that, the TOILET is one, big, serious talk.

It's so sad. After you have achieved your mission that you can no longer hear the "arrarhsshhshgurrrrrrglearrshh" sound anymore, which is more of a sign of triumph and comfort, it was irritating. I have never seen this ever before, but realizing it was too late, five minutes too late. I could've stopped it, but what did I do? I was snoring! I should've prayed to the Lord, only I referred to the flush as "everything". Maybe I should've pointed it out. But Nanay said it was leaking like mad that our water bill shoots up every month.

Now, the toilet was as empty as my empty heart. I try and cover my deep anguish by just singing louder than I usually do.

Bye-bye, Flushie.

You could've enjoyed reading Memoirs of A Geisha with me, because it was great. Maybe I should write a novel too, and I would title it as, "Memoirs of Flushie and Me"...it doesn't sound too original. I'll think a better and unique one later on, after I have figured out why computing for areas for stupid polygons is so hard to understand.

"The branch, without its leaves, stems nor roots cannot give its own beauty, like the path from which a river was taken away cannot make the world see how exquisite it was to be. This is how the toilet without the flush is."

Forgive me, I was deeply influenced by the book. It is quite obvious.