My stomach is giving me the jitters. Every now and then, the muscles within would contract, squeezing every ounce of energy left in me. And every now and then I would bobian-ly rush to the loo to release the disturbing piece of shit, all the while thinking that this trip should mark the end of my trauma, considering the limited amount of food I have consumed ever since the cramps started its attack on me. How wrong, how wrong. Curious me decides to explore what is left to be shitted. Not trying to be erxin here, but I have to make sure [doubly and triplely] that it was normal stuff that I'm excreting out. In fact, I was half expecting the scene of an internal part of me ending in my toilet bowl. The bowl, the bowl... I saw a hum. The seafood delight that I must have whenever char kway teow is being ordered. More hums and hums. Strangely enough, they were critically exposed as hum, not being covered up by dark brown matters commonly known as shit. I started to wonder if something is wrong with my body. My concerns were justified as a piece of kway teow was left hanging, uncovered by brown matter, on the inside walls of my bowl after I finished my business. I'm seeking medical attention soon.