Life's a beach and then you die

And boy am I dying.

Yesterday I went to Changi Beach Park with Mina - not exactly a spectacular beach, but decent for Singapore, I suppose. It was a sunny day, and I don't exactly know what happened to my brain capacity, but it failed me. 3 hours later I was back at the apartment, in pain and feeling queasy, red skin (no, not pink, red). I'm still struggling to sit up, and I'm actually nervous that the right side of my face is going to fall off - it's now blistering like a regular burn...

I hate being scared. And we leave for KL in 5 hours...

I wish I wasn't this stupid.