I woke up this morning with my nose and throat in a rather stuffy condition. Must be the weather. Anyway, my usual procedure when this happens is to try and expel the bile from my throat and out through my mouth. After several attempts, this didn't happen, so I did what I haven't done in a long time: I blew my nose. I don't usually do that, mainly because it isn't as satisfying to see transparent fluids draining out as it is to see a big wad of phlegm in the bathroom sink. But anyway, I tried blowing my nose...and out trickled this thick, green snot that resembled the slime in
Ghostbusters. The flu sucks. But at least it wasn't Dengue Fever.
Speaking of which, later on in the morning was marked by loud noises emitting from some guy coming over to spray our house due to the recent outbreak of Dengue Fever. Well it wasn't the guy who emitted it, it was his spray thingy. When he was done, the house's entire interior was like it was covered in a thick layer of smog. For some reason, all I could think of was take pictures to immortalise the whole ordeal. See 'em on Friendster soon...
Went to campus afterwards, the second consecutive Friday I've been there for no reason apart from just hanging. And once again, my pyramid scheme friend brought up the subject. These guys are relentless, eh.
Got home, went online, bumped into Nila on MSN. First time I chatted with her on MSN, first time I've spoken with her in ages. So it was nice catching up on the usual things: her life, my life, my non-existent lovelife, haha.
Speaking of my lovelife, my ex called, asking for some translation help. As per usual when we contact each other, we ended up talking about the past, a past which was over two years ago. We've both moved on since then, with the difference being she's already had two boyfriends since me, and I haven't had anyone (but not for a lack of trying, haha), so we're able to discuss sensitive stuff like that without getting into a bitching match. I'd definitely rank our civil post-involvement relationship as one thing to be proud of. For better or worse, she was a big part of my life a while back, and I probably wouldn't be where I am now (wherever that is) if it weren't for her, be it directly or indirectly.
