Confessions of a legally sick individual.
1) My nose is so so so blocked. not partially blocked. not compassionately blocked. Its a cruel blockage which grabs away my privilege of breathing through my lovely nose. So, i look like a bloated goldfish now. desparately gasping for breath through the little gap between my lips. Which would essentially mean that in times of consumption, i am totally out of breath. I will not be surprised if i die while eating.
2) My room is so full of mucus wrapped in tissues now. On my bed. On the floor. In the deepest corners. In between my clothes. and In my nostrils. So its a sticky tissue paradise .
3) My voice is already on the deeper end of the spectrum. well known for its maturity and composure :) which i am very satisfied with. well. apparently, if this sickness continues and my voice deepens by a few more tones. i'd be classified as a man. for sure. which i am not against either, cuz' that will make me a real man (something that i aspires to be since young. haha).
4) I get weird stares when i blow my nose. may it be on the bus or in class. I am not an ardent fan of demurity. i believe that when one blows her/his nose, she should blow it as loudly and puissantly as possible. so stare all you want! I dont care!
5) My dad finally grabbed his chance to scorn at me. ' see. drink drink drink. play play play. now sick already la. who can you blame?' lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala. Alright.
I really foresee a fever tonight.
Goodbye. World. May the mucus be with you.