i don't know what to update

oh no. i really don't know what to update. this week i've gotten flu, sore throat and cough, and i definitely feel like crap. i've been trying to think of funny things but i feel more sleeping.

ok. side track.

flatulence, as i've mentioned, is something that is supposedly funny. now let me talk more about the bizarre incidents i remember about it. (sorry Baato-q, i have not watched the britney video. HAHAHA) if you wiki for flatulence, you may come about an article called flatulence jokes. seriously, i don't know why i even ended up reading that article. erh.

so, one was, one day, i was cycling to a void deck to go for some talking session. then at the usual spot where i park my bicycle, an old man stood. i stared at him; his back was facing me. i was like, "...? ghostly old man..." suddenly

guess what happened!

what else?

he fang-ed pi lor.

BUT THIS IMMORAL ARSE IN A LITERAL SENSE SPRAYED HIS AIR IN MY DIRECTION DAMMIT

and after releasing methane gas, he did not even move. i was stunned. and i moved backwards and parked my bicycle elsewhere. when i walked past the same place, he was still there...and he looked back a bit, didn't quite acknowledge my presence, and walked off.

asshole. you could have at least delivered a greeting and said, "did that smell nice???" did he think i was invisible!?!??!

next.

this happened either one or two years ago. i was with my course mates. suddenly, there was a ringing explosion. next, i heard a course mate's words:

"hello??? you ran all the way in front of me to fart into my toot???"

...btw, the gas releaser was my primary school classmate. by fate's decision, we ended up in the same design course. LOL. (makes you wonder what my primary school breeds. if i'm not wrong strahl was from there too. erh.)

next.

my course mates were filming. i wasn't there, so this was described to me.

"there was silence and a course mate, the sound crew, was recording sounds when he suddenly picked up a funny explosive sound... the next thing, the director suddenly said, 'OOPS SORRY'"

k. this director is known to act cool, and diss people. now his flatulence is recorded in our class project. i have not managed to hear it. that is a pity. LOL.

(i wonder how it feels to pick up ultra sounds like this.)

there are countless flatulence episodes, but these are the ones that i remember more.. .. . i think it's quite creepy if you're like, releasing gas and you have blocked nose while everyone around you wilts...

...why did i say that? i forgot.

OKAY. something more regular. i went to work this morning, and reached home at 2+. then well...i slept all the way till 6.40pm. i think i slept an entire week of erh, sleep that i missed somehow. and i still feel sleepy. THEN! we went to eat the fried bee hoon my mother kept for us to eat. you know, she went to shenzhen since last friday and we only ate it today.

...

then, we went to SITEX! talk about recession man. who cares about recession. people still buy technological stuff anyway.

well, i bought a memory card and a memory stick, while Liz bought a new table.

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i feel a desire to stick to a strict routine of drinking milo and eating $1.30 mee goreng everyday from now on... you know, i really felt the drive i had in sec 2.

maybe some of you remember, my reputation as the milo person or something... actually, i don't understand how the hell i managed to survive on such...petty rations. I REALLY DON'T KNOW. i bet my personality in the past was something like ISTJ or INTJ. i bet you don't know what the hell i'm talking about.

hey hey want to know a cold joke??? I N F P (I AM FANG PI) ...

so like, i ALWAYS did a tabulation of how much i saved and was going to save. it was all simple math, really...and loads of determination. i always stopped at $400, and then splurge it till i had $200. then i'd start the whole saving cycle. considering my pocket money was $15~$20 per week, i really don't know how i managed to survive on the tight budget and save up in a short time. no wonder my mother called me a money face.

i don't know if it's a good thing to feel the drive again.

I TAKE BACK MY WORDS. i erh...will only chip in some for the chalet. BUT

i will not go for anymore outings!!!!!! going with Liz alone would bust up to $300 (combined with her) each time. so, i don't want to go out anymore.

see no evil, BUY NO EVIL!

must. make. money. (<-- tis' my new motto. my old motto: make more money.)