Well, I've been suffering(yes, suffering) from sever colds for the past few days. I don't feel comfortable especially in school. It's like every 30 seconds I have to get my towel to blow my nose. I cough, I've lost my sense of smell, I get dizzy at random times, and worst of all, I've lost my sense of taste!
It just so happened that in these past few days, my dad decided to make delicious treats and snacks. There was fried chicken, my dad's famous homemade burger, coleslaw and my dad's patented corned beef recipe, all of which I would have really really loved to tasted. I had no choice (and still have no choice) but to just put the food in my mouth, chew, and swallow to get it over with. But I could tell they tasted good because, well, my sisters kept repeating the line "Mmmmm.. Kuya Pao, ang sarap! Sayang ka! Bleeh!" Being ME, well, I was just so envious. I couldn't taste anything that I was putting in my mouth and I couldn't do anything about it. This has to end and end soon or I think I'll go crazy.
And this is the story (well, parts of the story) of the time when I got colds.
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