Smell.

My Mum attempts to poison me every time she sprays herbicide on the plants (at the corridor). It kills. My nose catches the slightest scent back in my room and I will wake up with a jolt. It is very disturbing and annoying. Not only does it smells strong, it makes my throat and eyes real uncomfortable. This acute sense makes it even more unbearable as though I have dunk my nose into a bottle of herbicide.

The next big thing I hate is the train. I can smell EVERYONE. Each and every commuters with their odour... especially of those who do not
bathe as frequent... Each time I board the train, I'll have this fear of suffocating on my seat. It's true, although it may sound absurd. The smelling is so bad that I'll feel sick after sometime if I don't stop myself from breathing every now and then. I hate my nose... or whatever it is that is making me catch every whif of smell in the air...

Right now, supposedly, I should still be on my bed sleeping. Instead, I am awaken, rudely awaken, by that smell again. This is the bloody
third time my Mum sprayed that 'thing', ever since she got her pot of new plant. If the plant don't die of the herbicide, I think I will. If not, my hamsters will. Fuck. To hell with the disgusting smell already!

Today is going to be a less boring day (excluding homicide). Later in the afternoon, I will be visiting my sister's teacher for 'Meet-the- Parent' session. Ya. it's puzzeling as to why I am the one meeting the form teacher whereas my Mum sits at home doing nothing. Hmmm... I wonder what will her teacher say when he sees me in Visual drags... Shocked? Stunned?? Utter amazement??? That will be pretty interesting. I hope he don't bore me with the rethorical stuff... I'm there to play the role, not to take it but well, I'll definitely do whatever I may to help my sis with her studies.

Commencing a lil' later at night, it will be... KTV!!! Yoohoo!!! I guess I have been camping in my room for too long and KTV sounds really good for starter. LOL. Singing always make me think of bands. One of my silly dreams to become a vocalist of an EMO J-rock or Visual band.
Then this silly dream of mine will make me think of how my voice is not up to par as yet... which links to yet another reverie of I gotta get a
nose-cum-eyes job to make myself even more perfect than I am now... that is, if I AM now...

The artificiality of cosmetic surgery is so tempting at times. I am still fully mesmerized by Gackt even thought I fully understand that more than 70% of his face is plastic. Gackt is LOVE~! I will only find satisfaction when I'm perfect. Contentment is not the fulfilment of a want or need but the realization of what I already possess... you see, I don't possess any. Haha. Therefore I am never contented. Not yet, at least.

As I type all these, that irksome smell still lingers in my room. My stomach is so making the weird churning act now...

...gotta deploy a mission to discard that poisonous stench one day...