A close friend has recommended I watch The Devil wears Prada. Gave him a wake up call he says, maybe I will gain an epiphany from it too if I watch it. And I guess I will. I don't have anything else better to do anyway, 2 hours in a big dark room with a huge screen sounds like a great way to spend the afternoon.

Lately I wonder, where's that big wake up call for me going to come from? Where's my big, life turning moment when I realise "AH HA! SO THATS IT! ITS ALL SO CLEAR NOW!"

Call it my impending big three - O crisis. I'm in need of an epiphany.

I'm reminded of an episode on Scrubs where there's a toilet bowl on the rooftop where people get epiphanies from when they sit on it, do their business, and think. Clearing your constipated bowels on the roof, under the clear blue sky and then EUREKA! The toilet's a great place to think.

I haven't been spending much time on my bowl thinking recently. There was a time so long ago where I would spend hours in the toilet, reading a book, thinking, while crapping leisurely, that thoughts came freely. It was my private space, you know? The world outside was no longer my concern, I could take as long as I wanted as long as there was enough toilet paper and pages to read. The Buddha had his Bodhi tree, I have my toilet bowl.