I blogged about my mil sending me loads of bird’s nest my way much earlier. I haven’t even touched them yet till today because seriously, ever since I was a kid.. I never like the bird’s spit. I know. I know. It’s sweet, tasteless, and damn good for complexion/skin whatever.. but I would never opt to take it and I used to run far far away when my mum forces me to drink as a kid. And when she succeeds in her deed.. The spit usually ends up in the toilet bowl moments later because I would vomit everything out. I think it’s psychological because I used to see my…