it all started on Monday night. even the stuffed-crusted hawaiian chicken pizza couldn't do anything about it.

i was laughing away like orang gila yang semakin gila by the minute. The Pizza People seemed to enjoy the rare PDA (Public Display of Agony); i could see the wide smiles on their faces. that made me laugh even more. but they were probably forced to laugh by their pizza management.

can you imagine the suggestion box list?

cleanliness: good

food: good

wideness of smiles of pizza people: ________

anyway.

behind my facade of happiness was actually a soul dying from stomach cramps and intense nauseuos feelings.

gastric? dun-no. food poisoning? dun-no.

all i no is, if i ever so much as let a trickle of cake or economic noodles slip into my thoughts, i-

"wo yao ou liao, wo yao ou liao, bwahahahaha, wo yao ou liao, wo yao ou liao, oh, pizza sampai 'dah, wo yao ou liao, thank you!"

seriously.

my parents started to interrogate me.

what did i eat? what happened? when did it start?

i answered as innocently as i could. finally, they diagnosed me as 'gastric'. my mum looked rather upset at that. but not upset enough for her to help me buy the gastric medications. i had to walk over to Doses pharmacy and buy a RM 9.90 Histac from a mix-blooded girl named Jo.

After that was the doctor in Lido.

Do NOT go to that doctor EVER if you are a girl. Don't ask.

If I had a boyfriend who actually loved me, he'd probably go mess up the doctor's spinal cords after i tell him what happened. Serious malfunction of ethics. :(

anyway, had a terrible night. the only time i felt fine as after i vomited everything out from my stomach. it was like a clogged drain.

nothing goes down, everything goes up.

vomit, vomit, vomit. very watery vomit, though.

there was once when i kept retching but only a little solid stuff came out, and i was like, trying to control my retching because i really don't want my stomach to burst from the pressure. later blood come out, how? can you picture what my mum would do???

Perbarisan: Banned.

Drama Competition: Banned.

Youth: Partially Banned.

Camps: Banned for life because i-can't-take-care-of-myself-and-what-i-eat.

i'll be this fat girl confined in an air-conditioned room, eating oatmeal and chicken soup everyday whilst studying my brains nuts.

oh, i'm already a fat girl.

Step One: Checked.

I slept on and off yesterday (Tuesday). Nothing better to do. My whole body and painful and weak, and there was this throbbing headache. I can't even watch TV without wanting to go vomit my guts out, it was that bad.

I couldn't even think about food, but it was better than when i was in the clinic. Totally canNOT look, think about anything that has a primary fuction of going through your mouth and getting digested. ESPECIALLY CAKES AND ECONOMY MEE.

But yesterday, i had this craving for juice. Clear, light, slightly sweet juice. I really believe that, when your body has a craving, the craved food usually has something that your body needs.

In my case, i think my body needed energy and something to wash out the germs and leftovers in my stomach. so i search high and low, found ribena, and drank as much as i can handle. (one and a half cup, slightly chilled)

i felt better. (yay me!)

if i had woken up earlier this morning, i probably could go to school.

the thing was, i did not want to spend the rest of my day writhing in pain. only can sit, you know? if i need to lie down, how? and i can't really concentrate too hard (aka maths and addmath) or else sakit kepala sya.

i can't lean over to sleep on my desk because it will put pressure on my stomach. trust me, i've done that a lot of times, more than anyone else in class. i know how bad it is for your stomach. :S