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I share all my sporadic and toilet thoughts in here, because I am random like that.

Jul
31 2009

Australia Part III: Noises in the night

It still feels like yesterday when my friends and I were practically crafting a brand new life on our own for two weeks in a foreign land. It makes me want to jet-set somewhere all over again.

Anyway, I shan’t ramble on – and get to the main point.

A plus about having people sleeping in the same room as you is, the opportunity to hold conversations while you’re not yet sleepy until you eventually drift off to sleep.

Only that the conversations being held are occasionally … not verbal. Rather, certain body parts will converse with one another by emitting strange bodily function noises.

You'll never fart alone!
(Click for the enlarged version.)

Think stomachs growling and arseholes farting. Yes, these were the two causes of the usual midnight hysterics … at least for the two girls.

The only guy suffered. As usual.

The above comic strip was hastily drawn on board the plane en route back to Singapore from Shanghai last week. It is one comic strip that actually transcended through half the Asian continent and the Pacific Ocean … and turbulence as well. Ooh, the excitement.

Enjoy.

(In case you missed out, here is part I and part II.)

May
05 2008

Hilarious conversations.

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.

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