i’m not quite sure why, but every time i come back to singapore after a trip, i feel totally disinclined to blog at all. as much as the egoist/narcissist in me loves my own writing, i think my zeal for blogging has quite considerably waned.
anyway, penang trip was great. lots of good food, great company and conversations, etc. the only bad thing about the trip was my terrible bout of motion sickness on the bus back.
unfortunately for myself, until my stomach decided to regurgitate itself, i didn’t know that i was that prone to motion sickness. it was quite my fault, really. we had a huge dinner and in our rush i’d forgotten to take the anti-nausea medicine (the last of two miserly capsules prescribed by our ever-generous UHWC). i only remembered about an hour or two into the bus journey, when i woke up to feel a tinge of queasiness in my stomach.
better late than never, i thought, so i just quickly took the medicine.
which unfortunately proved to be too late. for some reason, i’d found that i couldn’t go back to sleep on the bus. and that the ball of discomfort and queasiness in my stomach was increasing to a most distressing level while i broke out into a cold sweat.
before i knew it, i was puking into a plastic bag.
that, and willing the queer sensations in my stomach to go away and not induce me to barf again were basically what i did for the rest of the bus trip that never seemed to end.
obviously, one plastic bag did not suffice. not when my stomach was intent on not keeping anything. not even a few sips of water. which made me very miserable, tired and thirsty because i couldn’t quite sleep, and didn’t dare drink anything because i knew it would just come out again.
in short, the motion sickness was terrible and i would never ever like to experience it again.
anyway, seeing that i’m under strict orders now to divulge the more “sensitive” details of our trip, i can’t quite blog much. i guess photos will have to suffice? except that i didn’t take very many—dr e and shanta took most of the photos. shall just grab the photos from them next time.
in other news, we (read: the usual FASS gang) need to meet up for ramly burgers soon! vanessa, if you’re reading this, reply my sms! if you’re thinking what sms, it’s your phone being wonky again. sms or call me anyway!
and i’m such a procrastinator it’s not funny. i even procrastinate on figuring out the hours i’ve done for the book project. okay fine fine i’ll do it tomorrow, after i wake up. like jo said, i need to get the 50th anniversary book like seriously over and done with. and get the money.
I won’t hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I’m sure
There’s no need to complicate
Our time is short
this is our fate, I’m yours
(darned song is stuck in my head and just refuses to get out. sheesh.)


