Phantom

Stomach has been acting up since 5+.

"Nevermind, tahan. Shit Happy. Do it at home."

Got home at 8+, and Mother had a plate of nice hot fried noodles topped with weird nasi-lemak-styled egg and ham waiting for me on the table.

"Eat now lah! Hot hot eat better!"
"Cannot! Need to shit! At the custom, passport chopped already!"

Uncle runs into toilet.
"Let me use the toilet first. I wanna brush my teeth."

"2 minutes! You only have 2 minutes! I wanna pangsai"

"OK. I'll be out in 1."

1 & half minutes later, he's out and I ran in.
Singing, shitting away happily.

"Wah.. shiok! This one feels healthy.."

Once done, i stood up, turned and looked in the toilet bowl.

THERE'S NO SHIT.

Now, who believes me? I didn't see my shit.



URRRGGHHHH... The Phantom Shit.




This post is for you nice people who want me to update my blog.
Told you I have nothing better to write. Heh...

ps: it's a true story...