The trip to KL over the last weekend was the worst overseas ever for me in my whole life. This trip was for me to affix the VEP RFID and for him to meet up with his bffs to celebrate one of their birthdays in Genting. Here's the details of the trip:
- Saturday. Drove in to affix the VEP RFID at 4am to avoid the public holiday jam. Appointment was at 10.30am, managed to get ahead of the queue and complete the process by about 10am. Reached KL late afternoon after stopping by Seremban for late lunch. Rested a while and headed out for a simple dinner with one of bff. Felt a little uneasy and light headed after dinner and decided to turn in early.
- Sunday. Woke up with the stomach churning and head feeling like it was gonna explode. Body felt warm. Fell in and out of consciousness through the whole morning cos I was too spent to get up. He got me some diarrhoea pills before leaving for Genting. I was left me alone in the hotel room. Started having diarrhoea and non-stop vomiting through the afternoon. In between bouts of diarrhoea and vomiting, I slipped in and out of consciousness. Simply too weak to get up and my head was too heavy to stand properly. Body was burning. For some moments, I wondered if I would die in my sleep (LOL). Couldn't eat anything through the day and had to force myself to drink. Told myself I cannot not replenish my fluid given all the purging. Felt a little better by evening time and dragged myself out of bed to get some food. Had not eaten anything and needed something light. Managed to eat 2 slices of watermelon and honeydew. Collapsed in bed by 8pm and slept until the next day. It was a badly disturbed sleep, waking up every hour or so.
- Monday. Woke up and headed down to eat something light. Couldn't eat after 2 mouthful cos my stomach started churning again. He's supposed to be back by 11am but texted me that he would be back by 12pm instead. Arranged for a late check out and walked about the mall. By now, he had texted to say he would be delayed further. He arrived close to 2pm and we started our drive back to JB. Halfway back to JB, we realised our passports were not with us... made some calls and decided to drive back to KL. I was still weak from the food poisoning and the emotions that erupted after realising the loss didn't help. Got the documentations done before making our way to JB. Had given up hope of retrieving the lost passports. Arrived JB close to midnight.
- Tuesday. We splitted ways to make our respective documentations. I got my documents from the Consulate General Office by late morning. He was told to go to the Immigration HQ to process his passport replacement. Halfway through at about 2pm, the hotel called and told him that they had found his passport. We decided to head back to KL and it was another 5 hours drive. Got the passports and I insisted on checking into the hotel for the night. I refused to drive back to JB that evening.
- Wednesday. Left KL early to drive back to JB. The mindset was to simply get home as soon as possible. Regretfully, had to go through quite a bit of hassle with the Malaysian immigration staff before being allowed to head back to Singapore. Arrived back in Singapore close to 6pm.
Yup, so that was my last trip to Malaysia. In a span of a couple of days, I drove up to KL 3 times. And it's not just the hassle of the movements, but also the food poisoning, the feeling of loss and being alone, the emotions, the tensions, and the less than friendly and inefficient public office staff.
Glad I am home.
