Had wanted to blog yesterday but obviously the tricky bandwidth issue means the timing to write is very tight.

I thought I would never say this, but Singapore is such a cool city and the weather is so fine!

Even my intestines were almost fried by the heat, and I now have a nice sheen of brown to start the new work week.

The trip was hilarious, my selection of pictures to be posted up need to be totally careful or else I might just risk losing my job.

I survived the night where everyone was drunk.

I survived the heat.

I overcame a few fears, which include climbing stairs, eating fish (I ordered a fish dish cos that was all that stall offered hurhur), “take off” fear, and some I shall not mention.

And, I survived without my phone, which I left in the hotel room most of the time, or on silent mode throughout.

Strangely, I didn’t miss it.

I could only smile awkwardly in response to my colleague when he commented on the ceaselessly blinking phone, which totalled to more than 50 missed calls in a single day.

There was not always something to do, but even when there was nothing, it was cool.

I didn’t explore Vietnam the way I would have hoped I did, but still, Halong was an experience, definitely.

We even got asked if we are fashion models despite the bulges on the tummies.

I met interesting people on the junk to Halong Bay.

And suddenly, it seems like the world got so much bigger as you met people from Finland, England, Australia, Denmark and Vietnam, and each with their own story to tell.

It wasn’t a crowded boat, but horizons were broaden as we spoke of the stories we brought onboard.

I met very, very sweet Vietnamese who made my stay a memorable one.

I also met some who caused a lasting impression for a different reason.

Like the Brit I met onboard, hopefully I remember enough to be journalled.

For in this trip, the conditions weren’t the best (try lugging all the trolley thingy, laptop bag and work bag around while roughing it out), yet even when I was feeling absolutely out of it, with every ounce of my energy drained, I managed to find a wee bit left somewhere within me to trudge on.

It was my rehab.

And I did it.

I am just glad to be back, to my comfort zone, and into the kiap kiap embrace of my tweezers.

My armpits had needed those attention, desperately.