It's just fragments.
Today another big chunk came back to me.
I probably shouldn't have been obsessively playing scramble on the bus, but I got on sideways.
And the bus was a new and unfamiliar one, not like the old comfy ones, it also had a backwards seat.
I took it.
Within 5 minutes I was motion sick.
I got off the bus when it reached the intermediate stop. And by got off I mean stumbled off like a fish jumping back into water.
And I breathed and breathed but my bus was already there.
I looked out of the window throughout the entire bus journey. Or tried to. But it was futile. I was already getting hit by motion sickness and it was killing me.
It felt worse than it feels when I'm half incapacitated from sneezing and I feel stupid. It just makes me feel like throwing up, it makes me feel terrible.
And the bus journey lasted 40 minutes.
I could barely keep my eyes open as my stomach churned and I yearned for sleep. I couldn't sleep. If i did I would end up somewhere in bukit merah.
I have no idea how I just survived that. I feel really really shaken.
And now I think back and remember the car rides. The jerky ones on the causeway between Singapore and Malaysia.
The traffic jams where things were barely moving. And the traffic jams where nothing was.
Then you have trips. The trips to KL that soon became a chore. The driving. The 3 hour journey with nothing to look at.
I rarely got motion sickness then. But now I do. I hate it. When I moved to Singapore and I was weaned off my daily ordeal of traffic jams, the trips to various parts of Malaysia still continued each year.
I don't go on them anymore. I'm glad I have the ability to choose for myself now.
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Pink fresh rivulets
welling out and travelling from
my raw self-made wounds
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