the toilet has officially become a place i hate most and would do anything (even trying my darnest to force my puke/shit back into my body) to avoid that stupid thing. my granma's powdery chinese medication that taste funny became my best friend. the only reason why my vomit count count and diarrhea count is below 20 in total, is thanks to that medication. it worked like wonders. after taking it, my urges for the toilet ceased dramatically. and since then i've only been to the toilet 1 time.

but the up side of all this? my man has been coming over to accompany me after work every night and cheering me up. he even bought me a garfield soft toy! my mum saw it and told him to stop buying those toys for me. she even reminded him that i'm no long 23 days/months old, but 23 years old. it was rather hilarious. my mum's antics have also been cheering me up. with her messages that says, "don't behave like a baby" and "so poor thing", reminding me of when i was a little child.

now, i just have to feel good enough to head for the first ever mambo dance off. wish me luck.