There’s no other smell in this world which I hate more than this. And I seriously mean hate! Although it’s more of fearing it for my dear life, I’d rather not dwell on it as a weakness but as a sworn enemy. Ultimately for life.

I discovered that I hate Downy — better known as Yucks hereafter — after suffering from indefinite vomiting episodes from breathing in its “supposedly” fragrance. My parents and ourselves were its consumer, but now I have banned Yucks forever. And I thought I was safe…

Unfortunately, I cannot stop my upstairs neighbour from using what seems like an entire bottle of Yucks during each laundry. Immediately the air is filled with Yuckiness and into my home — I dare not open the windows anymore — where you’ll see me literally turn green, running to the washroom *barf*

I’m not sure if this is my morning sickness punishing me, but I doubt I will like Yucks ever again even after LBJ is born. And surely, he will hate it too because the cause of my nausea will make him ill as well.

I’ve refused to step into our wet kitchen — originally the laundry area unless converted — since Yucks has perpetually made itself a permanent guest in our air. It has been 4 months, and still going. Will I ever be able to go into my own kitchen? FYI, breathing through the mouth does not work.

Yucks is insufferable. And I’m stuck with it, unless I cease to breath. Or as what my sister suggested: I need an oxygen mask! *chokes*

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