big hole in a qantas plane...

hmm I am going to be flying on one of those in a little over a week >.<

but on the upside, I don't have glandular fever!! hugs to Aine and Alan :) your well wishes protected me from such a nasty sounding virus.

I was down with fatigue after the trip to Kuching, guess my immune system is shot at the moment. Not too happy these days. Now I've caught a cold to go with my newly repaired but still sensitive tonsils...

let's hope the Qantas plane that I take on my way to Europe holds up better ;) even though the grammar in this post isn't holding up at all. bed time

What is fatigue?

It's the feeling when all your muscles hurt, your limbs don't want to move and every movement you do make causes pain and small cries. It's the feeling when your eyes are trying to close, but you're trying to keep them open, dark circles begin to form. One minute you are chirpy and the next minute you feel like you passed your bedtime by 3 hours. This is all in the middle of the afternoon - 4pm.

Now it is 10pm and I've been trying to eat and stay awake so I can take my medication. Previous doctor gave me antibiotics but the second gave me sleeping pills...apparently it's a viral not a bacterial infection. I might have glandular fever. When I look it up, the nickname is 'kissing disease' but I haven't kissed anyone for 6 months...so I think it's cos I was sharing drinks. Not doing that any more.

It's probably time to go to sleep now... ahhh getting ready for bed will take another hour because doing anything takes time.

This sucks, But I still want to attend those birthday parties tomorrow night...so I'm going to get lots and lots of sleep just like the second doctor said. Interesting experience seeing doctors in Singapore. Cultural observations to follow later.

Being away from home

Well after being away for so long, I met an Aussie today and we joked with good old sarcastic self-deprecating humour. The type I miss so much here where everyone is straight talking, honest and mean everything they say. Doesn't take a lot of guessing or wit to know what people mean. But it does take a little bit of the fun out of language.

I noticed that the Aussie girl hadn't changed much at all since going to HK but I have changed my style to fit in with the local flavour.

It makes me wonder, if I stay here for one more year, what would I become? Less of myself? Less of a Kiwi? Less Cantonese? More Singaporean? More of an international? A foreigner or a local?

Makes you wonder what identity is and how many you can take on in a lifetime. Or perhaps you just have one identity that is constantly changing.