belching hell

Today, when I was about to go out for a karaoke function with my colleagues, my mom popped me a very good durian. And one is enough, to bloat my stomach with durian gas. I was already supressing my belch on the way to that function.

Once I’m inside the karaoke room, I can’t contain the gas anymore. I had to belch with my mouth closed and slowly leak the gas out through my nostrils … hoping it will not be so apparent and recedes faster. And the smell was flabbergasting … oooh… my god. But surprisingly, nobody complained.

Thinking that my method works, I continued to do the same - belch with my mouth closed and leak it out through my nostrils. It was a way to release the impending gas and a comforting solution. No issue for the first 1 hour or so.

It was then, someone complained about some stale durian smell. I thought they caught me doing the belch thingy. I was ready to bail the room when I heard someone from the back admitting that she had taken durian earlier today. It was Lily. But she told the group that she didn’t burped at all inside the room. Without trial, she was then cast out by the rest of the members to clean up her mouth and release all her gas before coming into the room. Poor Lily.

Heheh … luck is truly on my side this time. I then told the group to assure my safety even further “I smelled durian too. Never thought it could be Lily. That scumlady….”

Lily … if you are reading my blog somewhere, I’m sorry. I am the one who burped inside the karaoke room. X-P