My first-and-hopefully-last food poisoning experience...REVEALED!!

It was on last Friday night; I got out from the office with a hungry stomach. The night was getting in fast and, frankly, my dear stomach didn't have many options left.

I landed on a cafe, a small and nice one close to my place. I had once eaten there, and the food wasn't bad, quite cheap too. So, I went in and ordered a fettuccine with salad. Oh, plus a strawberry juice.

When I was waiting, I realized that I didn't bring enough cash. So I politely asked the waiter whether they accepted plastic or not. And he said, "Sorry, no." Shit.

I went to the cashier, told them that I didn't have enough cash, and since they didn't have any machine for my card, I had to go for 5 minutes to the nearest ATM. They were a bit startled at first, but then when I told them that I'd leave my bag (with all my stuff in it) there, their face were smiling again.

Not wanting to let them think that I'm some crappy costumer, I ran to the ATM. Got the money, ran back, and found that my food was ready. Hooray! Dinner time.

I went home hurriedly because they put everything in Styrofoam dinner boxes. I didn't want to let my hot fettuccine breathed the Styrofoam.

5 minutes later, I got into my room. Immediately I put out the fettuccine and placed it on a plate. Yessss.... dinner's served.

Everything was finished in an hour, which was quite long to eat pasta and salad. Didn't finish the salad though, cause the sauce had strong strange taste, and a bit spicy too.

About 45 minutes after, I got nauseous and my room started to spin around me... Woohoo!! And I finally gave in to the feeling. I threw up like hell and all of my dinner went down under. Great. There's the fifty thousand I just spent, gushing down the toilet.

I knew it was food poisoning because after I threw up, I got major headache and a sharp pang in my stomach. Like the worst hangover ever. And my stomach was killing me too... Well, the food was killing my stomach.

Sweating, shivering, difficult to breathe, all alone in my room, 3 a.m., not a very good situation I may say.

Luckily, sister-24 hours is in the house! I called her, and told her what had happened. 20 minutes later she came and took me to the hospital.

After the medication, I was fine. Still a bit nauseous and feverish the next day, but then I'm OK.

Thank God my system reacted fast, so I didn't have to endure too much pain.

What caused the poisoning? Was it the fettuccine? The salad? The juice? Or was it because I made them a bit worried that I was a crappy costumer not bringing enough money to pay for my food??? Thus, they put secret ingredients to make me feel crappy??! Well... that's not true, I mean I don't know what happened. I know that it was so bad, I don't wanna do it again :)

Funny thing is, the body knows when bad things come inside, sadly...it doesn't apply to the feeling :p

Pulling things back together...

What should you do to pull yourself back together? Imagine this, you imagined that you were going to spend a nice weekend, going out, have a nice meal, maybe do some shopping, and go back home with a full stomach and happy mind.

Then, something terrible occurred along the way, just when you were going to start the wonderful weekend. Everything changed in seconds and you don't have the power to control the situation, let along yourself. Next thing you know, everything has been ruined.

You were left alone, sobbing through tears and regretting the whole thing that had happened. Yet, there's nothing that you could do to mend the damage that you, yourself, had created.

You started to blame things on yourself. You locked yourself in your dark room. Couldn't find anything worth doing.

You tried to read, write, and watch DVD, for the sake of entertaining the self. But, nothing happened.
You still felt like shit. Like a piece of forgotten used paper. Unwanted, and ready to be thrown away.

You started to create episodes of drama in your head. Thinking what could have been worse than this, and basically starting to believing every thing inside your mind.

You couldn't control yourself, and you started to sob again... Like a born loser.

Finally, final option. You called friends that still wanted to hang out with you without any pretension, hoping that when you're them you're gonna be happy again.

You went to see them, had a good laugh. Then, you knew that it didn't work at all. You still felt like shit and eventually you went to your personal blog and wrote everything down.

Replace all of the yous into Is...
There you have it.

Nighty night, Nightmares...

Boooyaaah....

It's been a month since the last post, I guess. Everything is just crazy now. I don't have time to relax and write.

Today is quite different though. I went to my other office and found the sky shone with its afternoon beauty. Quite rare in Jakarta. And I enjoyed it very well.

Anyways, I'm busting my ass every single day going to two offices; stuck with traffic jam every afternoon; come into the second office with the distinctive smell of exhaust smoke; going back home with paranoid thoughts (get robbed or anything much more horrible that that); land on my bed at half past eleven in the night and sometimes still have these freakin hellish dreams to flourish my sleep.
These nightmares made me got up with certain dissatisfaction. I wanted to sleep more. I wanted to close my eyes again and had those baby-like sleep.

But, I can't. My nightmares have been a constant friend these few weeks. It all started when I moved to a new house (more of a kost, than a house). I didn't like it too much at first but when I decided to rent the room, I thought that it was quite cheap considering the area, plus it has (also) quite a large room.

So, I moved. The first thing I noticed and instantly hate is there is no sense of time in the new place. I can't see the sun directly because the window that opens directly to open air is too far above my window.

Basically, I'm living in no-time area. Always in the dark, shone by artificial lights. Reminds me of Batman.

Maybe, just maybe, this strange atmosphere gives me the adult-horror-rate dreams in my sleep. Or maybe, a friend said to me, that I should consider praying (shalat) in the room more often... to make "things" go away. But when I told her that it's been too long since my last pray, she laughed and suggested that I should ask a local imam to come and perform an exorcism. That's funny.

I don't actually believe in ghost. Yes, I do believe in energies and that we are connected by it. I also do believe that there are certain entities (energy entities) which beyond my comprehension, but somewhat I'm interconnected with those entities since I have my own energy too. But ghost? The movie-kinda- ghost? Naaah... It's too good to be true.

Well, I don't know what creates these series of nightmares. Maybe because I'm way too tired, or perhaps it's the dingy atmosphere, or... there's evil's wrongdoings in my room. Who knows? And they still come. Not as often as before, but they're there.

Probably the best thing is to get sleeping pills, or better, give the sleeping pills to those things so they can get a nice deep sleep, forever and ever...