On 2nd of August (which was on Saturday), Eshwar and I planned to go shopping in Jurong East IMM. We boarded the train and it was quit empty I should say. We both got our comfortable seats and started browsing the magazines we had. After four to five stops I complained that I had a feeling to vomit. Since everyone morning, I complain and never vomit, we thought that it’s just because of too much air-con in the train.
The place we need to get down just five stops a way and that’s when all the drama happened.
Before I was about to vomit, I had a severe headache and all I knew was I vomited three times inside the train. In between all these, my husband was too panicked and he was just in the state of confusion as me. When the next station arrived, we got down and informed the Station Control.
They were so kind to us, let us take some rest and clean ourselves and even gave us souvenir. When they handed me the souvenir, I just could not stop laughing because, here I vomited and they are giving souvenir.
This was a great experience for both of us. And taught us a lesson that, we should carry some plastic bags with us all the time.