I hate lemon scent

As compensation to my weak (yet many people say that they are beautiful) eyes, I feel like I had this over sensitive sense of smell. I still recall how I often complain having our office's air conditioner shutting off around six o'clock in the afternoon despite the fact that we still need to stay longer. It was just I always smell the odor of the wood furniture. I also refrained myself from entering our university's microfilm section as I easily get pissed off by the sour smell of the microfilms being preserved. Give more space and I can tell you more incidents of this nose that seemed to inherited Superman's krypton Ian powers but for the time being, let me give you another instance as I narrate what happened to me just recently.

Last Saturday, as I promised myself, I prepared pancit bihon to celebrate my youngest sister's birthday. Be it due to getting homesick or just being that thoughtful, ever since I came to Japan, I always celebrate mine and my family member's birthdays by cooking and sharing something to my friends here. This time, as I had no friend visiting me, I felt a bit lazy on cooking but not breaking my so called birthday tradition, I started cooking around 11:30 in the evening.

I enjoyed cooking this time and found myself eating my hearty meal around 2 o'clock in the morning. With tomorrow's church bazaar, I went to bed with the scent of the lemon that I used as a substitute for calamansi in the pancit still lingering inside my room.

As I woke up the following morning, I felt too much cold. Is my room thermometer fooling me by showing a reading of 24 degrees Celsius yet my body was shivering? I quickly pulled up my thickest blanket to cover me yet I felt another sick feeling after another.

My bowels seemed to be moving around my tummy. Had I too strong peristalsis to feel my insides slipping past themselves as I toss and turn on my bed? These said movements were accompanied by pain in my tummy that made me gain consciousness immediately as I open my eyes. I also felt dizzy and at the same time, nauseous. After a few minutes, I found myself in the restroom throwing up. I thought to myself, "Is this how morning sickness feel?" (Eventually, I crossed out the idea of me getting food poisoned as I felt better without taking any medicine or seeking any medical help.)

Returning to my bed, I adjusted the alarm to sound again after half an hour, giving me less time to prepare for the bazaar yet still enough time to do my morning rituals. I turned the room heater for the first time (this year) to combat my shivers (though it is still officially autumn!) I immediately fell asleep again and was woken up again by the alarm clock.

Today, I had the similar symptom of my almost revolving insides. Yet I felt so irritated by one particular entity that I found to be existing again-the scent of lemon. Now I pretty much understand that I got this what they call mental conditioning-for my case I associated my nausea to that same lemon scent. Whoa! Got to get rid of this lemon on the top of my table before I feel like I want to puke again. (-_-;)

My gosh, I already put the poor lemon out of my room yet I still smell traces of it in the air. Now I really feel like my insides will eject what's inside of them anytime soon. Now I feel something like a not-so-warm-anymore porridge (lugaw) and a calamansi on the side.

Yayks! I noticed another culprit-my already washed clothes in the laundry basket. Forgot that I put them in the basket right after getting them out of the washing machine. It has this distinctive scent from the laundry soap that claimed to be eliminating the need for fabric conditioners. On ordinary days, I love that same scent but now it's bringing the worst in me. Oh, well, got to hang these clothes outside now... May be I got a super sensitive nose though my mind sometimes delegates its discerning task to the good performers. It can't be helped so I think that's all for today. Till then.