Thats what happens when you don't give in to temptation, the caucasian infested bus came twice and I am proud to announce that I didn't board it, instead I took the one that was more racially harmonious, one that had equal number of Chinese to Indians to Malays. Well there was just a tiny bit more Chinese, like just a little little big chunk more.
Today, my phlegm evolved into a sore-throat. I've never sounded sexier and that comes with a price. The price which is pain.
Speaking became a problem, my already demure and innocent sounding voice became a silent whisper. It's comparable to what you would hear if a ghost were to try to speak to you in a noisy bus.
I'm pretty sure people were reading my lips when I was "speaking" to them, I mean even I can't hear myself, I'm not even kidding. I know what I am saying, because I think before I speak. But when it comes out, I can feel the phlegm kicking in and working it's sexy magic, which is why now I am abstaining from speaking too much. It's too painful it breaks my heart.
Luckily I brought Strepstils, so that worked out well.
I believe in having cough drops that taste really bad because that way, you will know for sure it's doing something good to you, unless the cough drop taste like feces.
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