Luncheon with rose-bouquet-tea in a blue china, poached egg, breakfast sausage, savory waffles, and grapefruit slices. This accompanied by conversation on rose dripping boughs or about the new wallpaper; a stained blue Victorian which looks perfectly worn out. Nah, that’s just in my Anne of Green Gables induced fantasy. My lunch yesterday unlikely came with a practical tip (from an often-sniffed-by-the-pregnant-wife-husband) of how to get rid of cigarette stink from your body. This accompanied by a bowl of cap cay and pineapple et orange juice.
So, here we go:
1. Smoke in open air; smoke stink will stay bolder in an indoor room, most likely if you’re sweating. So, try not to sweat while smoking. Wind also helps ‘sweeping’ the smoke away, thus open air.
2. Wash your mouth with cookies, water, and then some peppermint candy after that. Food helps a lot to reduce the smoke stink.
3. Also clean your nostrils, either with tissue or water. Brown nicotine residue usually stays there because sometimes you also exhale the smoke through your nose.
4. No smoking in a room, car, or any other places that easily invite the pregnant wife’s sniffing cyborg ability.
5. Shower. Duh.
This is so random, I know.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
my typical morning
Me: we turn right at Bunderan HI
Taxi driver: Oh, you mean Cokroaminoto street
yawn (some drivers say Cokroaminoto street some say Sutan Syahrir street some say Imam Bonjol, all I know is the street lays right to Nikko Hotel) So, by not negating or approving, I said…
Me: We turn right to the street beside Nikko Hotel
Taxi driver: yes. It IS Cokroaminoto (some drivers would say, “Yes, like what I said, it IS Sultan Syahrir-or Imam Bonjol-)
Time for me to google or simply ask, so I wouldn’t have mornings so typical anymore.
Taxi driver: Oh, you mean Cokroaminoto street
yawn (some drivers say Cokroaminoto street some say Sutan Syahrir street some say Imam Bonjol, all I know is the street lays right to Nikko Hotel) So, by not negating or approving, I said…
Me: We turn right to the street beside Nikko Hotel
Taxi driver: yes. It IS Cokroaminoto (some drivers would say, “Yes, like what I said, it IS Sultan Syahrir-or Imam Bonjol-)
Time for me to google or simply ask, so I wouldn’t have mornings so typical anymore.
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