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Reliving some memories with my cousins during our annual family trips several years back. (Yes folks, I keep my own travel journal.)

In the lingerie department of a departmental store at Genting Highlands:

“Don’t forget to buy your B-String underwear!”
“Whatever for?”
“You can floss your teeth with it!”

Standing in line at a roller coaster ride when we were suddenly hit by a peculiar, familiar smell:

“___, you bang pui (farted) again, is it?”
“Uh? No?” (Coupled with a look that was a little too innocent.)
“But it smells like your fart’s smell!”
“Yah! So strong! I can even smell the fragrance from here!”

I miss those days. I doubt I can find them anymore. :(

All of us have grown up. Well, most of us. One is in National Service, another has entered Polytechnic (so we now have clashing vacation periods) and the last one has his head buried in books due to his impending major examinations.

What used to be a twice-thrice yearly affair has now dwindled to nearly naught. The last time we’ve all travelled together had been two years ago.

And to those who were constantly wondering where I’ve gotten my toilet humour tendencies from, I guess this entry says it all!

More hysterics hidden inside.

Within a crowded lift:

“___, you just have to fart inside this lift and then everyone would just disappear!”
“….”

My younger cousin, upon having spotted a lovey dovey couple behind us on the escalator.

“Oh my gosh… there is a couple behind us!”
“DON’T STARE!”
“Oh my! They just KISSED!”
“SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“No really! They just kissed each other! I SAW THEM!!”
“Okay… Okay….”
“YESSS! THEY KISSED! SO DISGUSTING!”
“Whatever.”

On another weird, peculiar smell.

“Ewww, that’s that horrible smell?”
“It smells like shit!”
“It smells like fertilizer.”
“No, it smells like someone just farted.”

My cousins in Starbucks, after a long walk in the cool mountain air of Genting Highlands in the late evening.

“I’m in the mood for a nice coooold drink! What do you guys want?”
“Hot chocolate.”
“Hot chocolate.”
“Hot chocolate.”

My crazy cousin, during a trapeze performance in Genting Highlands – watching as a little girl no more than the age of seven was about to jump off the platform.

“NOOOOOOOOOO! Don’t do it! Your mummy’s going to scold!”
(And may I add that he was almost literally yelling during the show?)

My youngest cousin, in the van on the way back to Singapore.

“Are we reaching soon?”
“Not yet.”
“I WANT TO PEE ALREADY! VERY URGENT!”
“Anyone got a water bottle?”
“What will he do with it? Urinate inside?”
“What if someone thinks the liquid is tea and then drinks it?”
“Wow, how come this tea tastes so sweet?” (Says my cousin, taking a gulp from an imaginary bottle)
“EWWWWWWWWWWWW!”
“How do you know urine tastes sweet?”
“You’ve tasted it before?”