That girl has gotten on my nerves and is still getting on my nerves. One of these days, I will make it so obvious, she will wonder why she still deserves to live.

Anyway.

During the weekend, I followed Yan to the factory. He gave his employee a lift to the MRT station. Now this guy, I suppose I must give you some background info. Let's just say, all the perfumes of Arabia cannot make him smell fantastic.

He got on the seat behind me and I was slapped with an aroma so strong, so AMAZING, I was momentarily dazed. Macam shocked, you understand? Yes, the term to describe the situation I was in is 'shocked'.

I held my breadth the entire time.

Then Yan HAD to ask me, "Best eh bau dia, Awin. Pening tak? Hurhur..."

So I had to breathe out and answer him with a "uh-huh" while trying not to slap him and laugh.

And when I can't hold on any longer, I breathed through my mouth. So there I was, ala-ala ikan haruan Polleny, breathing through my mouth. Hurhur.

And suddenly, I had a sudden urge to err... How shall I put this... Let wind.

Because I was breathing through my mouth right? Abeh macam tiba-tiba bloated seoul korea doha qatar.

I was trying hard to hold everything in, fearing that the smell I emit might kill everyone in the car. Hurhur.

BUT THEN. I figure out that whatever smells my flatulence would give, THAT guy's original body perfume would cover up the flatulence smell. So I let wind anyway. HURHURHUR.

After he left, I told Yan about my bodily functions and he laughed and laughed macam jantan saywhale. Hurhur. Ok dah. That's all.

And just for the record, my wind didn't smell okay. Because it was just air that I breathed in through my mouth. IF there had been any smell from the wind, it would be from that guy. What goes around comes around theory. Applied here.