Room of Torture

I was at Bandung for a project pre-production.
My bedroom was located in front of house renovation spot.
Bad news, I'm allergic to excessive dust exposure...

1st night,
Nose starting to get blocked and runny.
Mosquitos buzzing around my head, kept me woke up a few times.
I have problem with mosquitoes too. They just hate me.
and i hate them even more.
Covered my face with blanket to avoid mosquito buzz,
Just to make my allergy even worse.

The morning after I wake up feeling not well.
Sneezing like crazy. My lungs are screaming for mercy.
Extremely irritated, Runny, red nose & eyes.
Took allergy pill, it helped a bit.
and then came the bedtime again...arrggghh

2nd night,
as soon as I got on bed, the allergy got worse.
and the mosquitoes are just going crazy.
As if they call more backup as a potential victim is there.
With insect repellent cream, I avoid to be a blood donor,
But those blood suckers from hell seems pissed off.

Consecutively flying near my ear,
Buzzing loud to keep me jumped awake after a slight sleep.
I clapped my hands, instead of killing those cursed insect,
My eardrums felt hurt.
Over and over again.

After numerous disrupted sleep and clapping (20 times+?)
Felt like i slept a long time.
SO relieved that it's already morning.
Checked the clock... it's... 2AM
I just spent 2 hours.
Seriously????!!!! 

Spent another hours with those flying @$$holes and dusty bed?
I'm outta here,
Going to 2nd floor to that sofa.
Guess what? The door to 2nd floor is locked.
And it's also the way to kitchen.
I'm locked down here til morning with no drinking water.
Felt the urge to toilet to find out I got diarrhea.
There I was,
Allergic, Thirsty, liquid shit, irritated.

Tried to clean the bed & pillow sheets outside,
and survive without sleeping til morning.
Last things i remember checking clock was 5AM.

7AM, i woke up, Feeling nauseous.
As if my cheena face got crushed by Aretha Franklin's ass.
Drank water, run upstairs to take a civilized nap.

Going back to Jakarta on 1PM, for a birthday event.
not because i gave up with the room of torture,
But to be honest, yes I'm a bit traumatized.
Thinking of that room just bring the idea
of throwing gasoline, burn it down, and dancing over the ashes.

Hell smiles, it's not over yet...
The diarrhea? It's the worst i've ever had.
To the point I'm relieved I had my Life insurance ready.

But bed-resting, give me the time to contemplate.
To complain less and find the solution instead.
Maybe that's how positive thinking people can enjoy life so much.
Problems meant to be solved for them.

I will buy a brand new pillow at Bandung,
Cover the moldy smell mattress with Bedsheet I brought,
And I heard the room ventilation is now fixed with insect net.
I'll still get an electric plug-in mosquito repellent,
Just in case.

and who knows all the drive came after watching a reality show?
tired of watching a contestant keep on complaining,
over and over again.