Tripping

My wife and I are going to take a short trip to Malaysia. And as you might have guessed from the direction of my previous blog posts, it's very different from when I traveled in the past.

The first main difference is that now I am turning into my mom.
Instead of thinking about what kind of games that we should bring, I am worrying more about what kinds of medicine that I need to bring. Really. Now I have in my bag: Panadol, band aid, diarrhea pills, many Chinese medicines, and so on.
I mean, I was the kind of guy who brought only three shirts and three underwear for a week holiday at Puncak. I know it's dirty, I just didn't know it then. But now, I cannot stay one night out without bringing a bag the size of a 3-door refrigerator.

The second difference is that now I am turning into my dad, in the sense that I don't know where my things are.
Now that I am married, my wife just takes the liberty of packing my things. I didn't know which drawer my swimwear was, and now I don't know on which part of my bag she put it in, assuming that she has put it in.
So far my duty in terms of packing for this trip is taking out my bag from the storage room, which fortunately I know where at.

So now the problem is I don't know what things that she has packed for me and whether the things that I need to bring have been put inside the bag. But if she has packed more than three shirts and underwear, I believe I am going to be fine.