Nothing is as shiok as digging nose in privacy, but recently I realised that it is even more shiok to dig nose wherever you like. To be able to dig nose whenever, is real living.
I have always wondered, why digging nose is so exhilarating, and to be honest, I am not sure. But not knowing is also part of the excitement. It’s really interesting because everyday I would have some booger developed along the sides of my nasal cavity, and everyday I get to have a shiok feeling of digging the booger or pi sai in hokkien language in Singapore.
Digging nose is one of the cheapest thrills in this part of the world. Last time when I drove my uncle’s car — I borrowed it from him — I used to dig my nose at the traffic lights. It was also about that time that I realised that everyone digs their noses at the traffic lights. It’s like the national past time. Could it be the air-conditioning blowing too hard into our nostrils that’s causing the semi-moist boogers within the lining of the nasal cavity to harden and become slightly itchy? Maybe. Or maybe we are lulled into thinking that the time frame while waiting for the traffic lights to change is good opportunity for a good heartfelt dig.
I don’t really know, but it’s super shiok when I dig a nose one out, and it is semi-dry and still malleable and clay-like. I can dig and flick, which is the next best thing to digging. The flicking action of priming the pinky with the flesh of the thumb gives it that extra flexible action like a catapult, and there it goes! Flying cast into the wind and letting it fly unfettered towards whichever direction that you want it to go. It’s a very carefree feeling.
It’s like sharing your love with someone else.
There was once I was with the wifey and the son and we were waiting for the lift to come in Shanghai China and I felt the great need to do as the romans do, and I reached in and dug out a semi-moist piece only to be discovered by the wifey because the son shouted to her and sabo me. In my hurried guilty state, I did a quick dig and flick and the booger flew and landed on my wifey’s chick.
I nearly died. The son laughed so loud, I almost couldn’t bear to open my eyes. It had landed on the round of my wifey’s lovely cheeks. Semi-moist and lime greenish due to the intense pollution in the dusty air.
Surprisingly, she half-screamed and gave me a icy cold death stare before all of us broke out in rapturous laughter because the son was so amused by the quick dig and flick that landed so horribly on my wife’s face. It was so funny, I didn’t dare to do another dig and flick for the entire trip. Just glad to be alive.