Bz
tHoUgHtS & kISSeS
This is my world. BZ's world
My loudspeaker.
An outlet for my emotions.
Seriously I know I'm temperamental, but I can't help feeling pissed. If one wanna thank a group member for helping you to edit your stuff, perhaps the "one" can thank other group member for their help prior to that too. It's not like I never do anything. Hmph.
I have lost my sense of smell and taste. Yesterday, when ALBT and I were walking home, he commented," Whoa, it's so smelly here as if someone shitted here." I was rather shocked because I genuinely can't smell anything. I had my breakfast this morning and I could barely taste anything out of my wanton mee from my favourite wanton stall. I think I'm in denial mode because I refuse to believe that I'm able to smell or taste anything.
However, I had maggie mee with lotsa ketchup just now and it is still the same. No taste.
I hope it is temporary. I had nothing like that before. Do you think it is linked with the nosebleed incident a few hours ago?
I wanna cry le.
Hmm.. Wei has been asking me for updates.. Been too busy lately to blog here. Lots of things happened in September (I didn't blog for the entire month of September). Please remind me to blog about September ya?
I think I'm down in luck lately. Diarrhea one week, flu the next week. Now that my runny nose is almost cured, my nose started to bleed profusely. PROFUSELY.
It was like waterfall. No kidding. I was standing in the toilet trying to blow my nose when I realise streams of salty liquid flowed out from my left nostril. Checking myself at the mirror, I realised I was having a nosebleed. Immediately, I tilted my head back and felt alot of blood flowing down my throat. Disgusted, I look down at the sink to let the blood flow out. Damn.. the whole sink was filled with my blood (I didn't take a pic of that!).
Here's how I look like now:
Feeling woozy now.
Not exactly anyway.
I'm only easily affected by some individual people or events, I realised.
I'm happy with ALBT.
I still can laugh at comedies, cry when sad.
Perhaps I'm weird by nature, if judged by the social standards.
Perhaps I do not love myself enough when I'm doubting my sanity.
After this one year or so, I've come to realise...
It doesn't matter anymore if I myself knew my true intentions. The whole wide world can doubt me but I can't. I'm holding the key.
I must remember I'm in control of myself. No one else.
No external elements should affect my soul and mind to that extent. Nothing.
I dun believe your crap.