The Boardgame Clique held our boardgames-cum-trick-or-treat session yesterday at our Paya Lebar hideout. Boy, did we have a great time with the seemingly-dumb game of Balderdash, during which everyone was making up looney answers from acronyms, names, movies, dates and words we didn't know existed.
Like 3 June 1965.
Like Tuttles of Tahiti. (of which fyi, was not about a group of Tuttles lying around doing nothing.)
Like ICA. (Which could have meant anything from International Chiropractors Association to International Compliance Association.)
Like the bladderpipe.
And if you're even wondering what Balderbash means, here you go:
"Nonsense."
- Free Marriam-Webster Dictionary
And we played our usual share of Acquire, Money, Vegas Showdown and No Thanks, and had a calorie-laden dinner at Suki Sushi. Then the problem started when I was on the MRT home. Apart from feeling wozzy, I was getting a nagging migraine to the side of my head, like someone was rapping on it with a cane. Then the nausea. And the feverish sensation coursing through my veins down to my feet. And the tingling sensation in my fingers and toes. And I told myself I had to get off before I collapsed on the train (like a near-death experience I had couple of years back). Then on the bus home, red splotches started appearing my my forearms and palms. Crap, I heard myself curse silently. The worst part of it all? Arriving at home with a really bad stomachache, only to find out that both bathrooms have been occupied by women who take pride in bathing for the longest time. I wanted to just head out of the kitchen window and end my misery. The splotches had reached my calves, and I was seeing double by the end of my bath.
Goddammit.
And I fell asleep uncomfortably, praying that my immune system would goddammit kill every single horrid thing that's causing this within my body. What else?
Superman saves whoever's in need. But who will save Superman when he's in need?
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