fail to spit is the source of my humiliation.
Hello my babies.
Being at home for the holidays isn’t as bad as I had thought it would be. The family has been quite pleasant and mum had only one minor nagging cum I-will-bite-your-head-off session- which was earlier this morning. So yeah, so far things are going great. Then again, I have only been home for about 5 days. About 10 more days to go *shrugs* so far so good, so I won’t complain.
Anyway, been jogging for the past few days. Another sad attempt to loose these extra jiggly bits. Blech. Nothing to talk about in this area, I am not in the mood to whine about my chicken wings (lift up your arm in a 90 degree position, then shake your fist, the thing that wobbles is your chicken wing. if you don't have any, bite me.) just yet.
Hmm. Today however, I managed to sleazed my way back to cyber for just a few hours. Took back my notes with me, have to study for the paper that I had legally missed earlier. Had wayyyyyyyy too much cancer sticks, quite hazardous, especially with this cough, which doesn’t show any sign of getting better.
Oh which reminds me, here’s a funny yet gross story. If you’re squeamish over yellow phlegm, I suggest you skip the next few paragraphs. Anyway, earlier this evening when I was in shiazuriru’s car, I coughed out my icky yellow colored phlegm. Shiazuriru couldn’t stop the car because we were on the highway so I had to make do. After he lectured me the proper way to spit (and after much much urging on his part and little deliberation on mine,) I decided to give it a go. Rather spit it out than swallowing it kan. So the car was going like 60 per hour, I stuck my head out the window and went ‘ptuiiiii’.
Three words. Women Can’t Spit.
Well at least I can’t do it in the proper and forceful way like men (how they make it seem so easy. Immediately after spitting I knew something was wrong, I didn’t see where thy mucus went. I had strong suspicion that it didn’t went very far so I looked over the side of the car, nothing. Hand over my mouth, I apologized profusely to shiazuriru nonetheless.
Me : OMG youuuuuuu I’m sooo damn sorryyyyyyy. I tatau where it went! Maybe kene kete! You sorryyy youuuuu. I told u I can’t spit!!!!!! I don’t know where it is! *jenguk kepale luar kete again*
Shiazuriru : *with more poise than I could ever give him credit for* you cube tengok belakang seatbelt.
Me : *DIES*
ick. There it was, all wobbly due to the wind and looking majestically icky.
Thank god for the fact that we are not new with each other, so one can overlook the other’s idiotic traits (like being incapable of discharging phlegm graciously).
Okay well, that’s all for now. Hope you had a mucus free day my. ;)
Being at home for the holidays isn’t as bad as I had thought it would be. The family has been quite pleasant and mum had only one minor nagging cum I-will-bite-your-head-off session- which was earlier this morning. So yeah, so far things are going great. Then again, I have only been home for about 5 days. About 10 more days to go *shrugs* so far so good, so I won’t complain.
Anyway, been jogging for the past few days. Another sad attempt to loose these extra jiggly bits. Blech. Nothing to talk about in this area, I am not in the mood to whine about my chicken wings (lift up your arm in a 90 degree position, then shake your fist, the thing that wobbles is your chicken wing. if you don't have any, bite me.) just yet.
Hmm. Today however, I managed to sleazed my way back to cyber for just a few hours. Took back my notes with me, have to study for the paper that I had legally missed earlier. Had wayyyyyyyy too much cancer sticks, quite hazardous, especially with this cough, which doesn’t show any sign of getting better.
Oh which reminds me, here’s a funny yet gross story. If you’re squeamish over yellow phlegm, I suggest you skip the next few paragraphs. Anyway, earlier this evening when I was in shiazuriru’s car, I coughed out my icky yellow colored phlegm. Shiazuriru couldn’t stop the car because we were on the highway so I had to make do. After he lectured me the proper way to spit (and after much much urging on his part and little deliberation on mine,) I decided to give it a go. Rather spit it out than swallowing it kan. So the car was going like 60 per hour, I stuck my head out the window and went ‘ptuiiiii’.
Three words. Women Can’t Spit.
Well at least I can’t do it in the proper and forceful way like men (how they make it seem so easy. Immediately after spitting I knew something was wrong, I didn’t see where thy mucus went. I had strong suspicion that it didn’t went very far so I looked over the side of the car, nothing. Hand over my mouth, I apologized profusely to shiazuriru nonetheless.
Me : OMG youuuuuuu I’m sooo damn sorryyyyyyy. I tatau where it went! Maybe kene kete! You sorryyy youuuuu. I told u I can’t spit!!!!!! I don’t know where it is! *jenguk kepale luar kete again*
Shiazuriru : *with more poise than I could ever give him credit for* you cube tengok belakang seatbelt.
Me : *DIES*
ick. There it was, all wobbly due to the wind and looking majestically icky.
Thank god for the fact that we are not new with each other, so one can overlook the other’s idiotic traits (like being incapable of discharging phlegm graciously).
Okay well, that’s all for now. Hope you had a mucus free day my. ;)