Arrived at the airport all hopeful at 11pm even though the drive through the haze was quite hazardous. Exactly what the photos show, visibility was less than 2 cars down. I should have known. The reading hit 500 psi. Day flights had been delayed but they were taking off. I thought mine would too eventually. I guess midnight flight cancellations were a no-brainer. Got sent home and put on a flight next morning. Next day came and before I left the house, received a delay sms. Waited. Another sms received. Went to airport. Delay again. Alas, I finally reached in the wee morning of Saturday (note the red-eye return on Sunday midnight).
Nevermind. I arrived and that's all it mattered. So happy to see all my lovelies! Stayed at Amara Sentosa and had a great day out at the beach. Also appreciate Rena and Joey for coming all the way. *bisous*
Such a lovely day had to be followed by a lovely dinner (Faber Peak). Ok here's where the horror story continues. Halfway through dinner I started feeling weird in the gastric (began on the flight actually). So while the rest continued dinner, I excused myself and returned to the room to rest. Wanted to nap for awhile then meet them for the party-after. Little did I expect things to turn worse. So bad so that I had to go to the hospital and ended up being put on a drip!! And of course missed out on all the fun I actually specially flew back for :( Like I said, it was crazy.
I kept myself together on Sunday by downing meds. Really didn't wanna go through an 18-hour delay, 5-hour flight, endless rounds of puking and a hospital drip for nothing. Anyway karaoke and massage just about sum up the weekend :) -_-
