Greetings from Doha!

At the airport in Doha waiting for our flight to send us to Luxor. Sniffling with a stubborn cough that couldn’t go away, I now woed that I never really learn how to spit.

We call spitting dura in our hometown, with the a said in a complete stop. It’s as if it’s an ugly dirty word, and it is. Who else for example wouldn’t wince when a dirty Chinese guy spits on the street. Even worse, what about a binlang chewing man in one of the counties outside Taipei?

But it’s this inability to even spit that has led me to be coughing incessantly from the 8 hour flight from Hong Kong to Doha. Damn good manners mommy! If I knew how to spit, I wouldn’t be in this mess and all the nasty phlegm would’ve had fled from my system earlier on, guaranteeing a speedier recovery.

It was kinda embarrasing. Thank god it wasn’t SARS season or else, I wouldn’t even get this far. I can imagine my unfortunate seatmate wincing every time I gave my chesty, throaty and unsexy cough.

Sigh, that’s what you get for watching Sex and the City 2 in a threatre that runs their aircons in full blast. The movie wasn’t even that good!!! *grumbles*

And now, I may be cursed to go around Egypt dehydrated and sick. Great, just great.

Nonetheless, Trader is in the hot seat though he doesn’t know it yet. That darn man has yet to message me since I’ve arrived. If I knew, it was probably because it was too pricey. Argh, the man really knows how to win the battle but lose the war.

Have faith though Bonita. That man would surely come to his senses in time. Till then, no contact.

Anyway, Egypt. Your blogger is excited. It’s her first time there you know? However, after I publish this post, your friend is off to sleep. Her cough has left her sleep deprived and watching movies like Daybreakers didn’t really help. Though I think Ethan Hawke made that film all the more worthwhile to stay up watching.

Gotta go. Will try to update more about Egypt instead of the more boring Doha airport. I’ve been here before when I visited glorious Turkey the last time around and even got a meal voucher then.

Three hours later and then we arrive. It’s around 6am today in Doha and am super tired.

Hope all is well. Have a great week everyone!

About Bonita

I'm a forgetful person. But I think a lot. Every day, a lot of thoughts enter my head. That's why this blog came to be: first, to keep my memories alive through the years, and two, to actually see how I and my thoughts have changed. Please note that I seldom draft or edit my posts. Sometimes, if I'm not careful, I offend some of you, my readers. And while I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable, I am not sorry for being honest or for making well-intentioned mistakes. I will however be the first to admit if I change my mind. Hence, do read and proceed with caution. My life is as colorful and as boring as you make it. I complain many days, but offer some encouragement in others. Life is fluid, it changes. So keep the positives and throw away the negatives, and I do hope that at the end of the day, you will enjoy reading the blog and leaving comments here and there if my posts touches you. Happy reading!
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