island tales #13

i'm home from Fantastic Four! drove to gurney just as the skies started pouring, and watched it with my department people, and it was a pretty nice movie. even nicer since i got to watch it with a big group of people.. :P quite a rare thing these days, so yea had lots of fun! oh, and i left my umbrella behind at chopperboard, so that means i am umbrella-less, on a rainy night...

*notice to mum&dad: please stop reading here, in order to prevent your hair from turning white, thanks. your loving son.*

*wah still reading.*

SO! the real adventure began as i began my journey back after the movie. well, you do realise by now that i am in fact lactose intolerant, and i totally forgot the inconvenient fact that popcorn caramel is SOAKED in lactose (butter, that is). so yes, i bought a packet, and halfway thru it i remembered and went "oh sh(oo)t!!". but who cares, done was done. and so i began my journey home

a) in the rain, which happily started its second round just as i came out of gurney plaza
b) at night
c) on a totally unfamiliar road that i have driven only once last week, with chen, and astonishingly i only remembered HALF of the instructions on how to get home from there
d) with a raging lactose intolerance reaction in full swing
e) umbrella-less, too!

digression: Lactose Intolerance Reaction, for me, is defined as a series of reactions that consistently occurs when i consume lactose beyond a certain amount. the really bad reactions always begins with hiccups, which are really painful. it's like getting punched everytime u hiccup. the normal reactions only have a constant pain in the stomach, kinda like the one u get after running around a lot. and i will always experience short breaths and a feeling that i ate too much. after a while, it'll eventually progress to stage 2 where i feel like vomiting, and i'll have to keep swallowing to suppress the urge to spill my guts all over the sidewalk. at this point i have 2 choices: i) vomit, or ii) sleep it off. both seem to work for me, and vomiting sounds exactly like normal vomits, except that it usually releases lots of gas, and not the usual slime that u get from vomiting. wat a gross thought. but there u have it.

anyway! back to the trip.

good news is, i stopped by chopperboard and got my umbrella back, someone there kept it for me, yay! then i walked to the car, as the reactions started piling on the pain on my stomach. but i shall prevail! reached the car, took a deep breath, and drove.

followed chen's route as much as i could remember, and made it as far as jalan logan where my memory dissipated. and then... wat the heck! keep driving on. there were maybe 5 cars in front of me, so i gambled and followed wherever the majority of them were going.

came out at a junction, where i saw a police station i remembered seeing on the way to komtar last time. but i cannot remember which side of the road it's spozed to be on, so i dunno where to turn. so i reached into the primitive depths of my brain, dug out my trusty Direction-o-Meter, and guessed it was a turn to the right.

keep driving along this dubious path, and eventually reached a road i knew. so i made it home! yay! thank God! etc etc.

*wonder if my mum&dad are still reading this*

anyway, the swallowing stage started just as i passed the door to my house. and it's about to get worse after this. so long folks, im off to lie down a bit. *swallow i-hate-cows swallow*