Oh yes once a year I’ll drag myself up early on a Sunday morning and RUN. The only highlight of the event is the prata session after the run. I really cannot do morning.

So when I receive this, I know there must be a mistake. Cos I most definitely did not take up the challenge last year.

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Only my championchip attended the run. Heh.

We stood right next to the race track listening to the roaring engines and smelling the burning tyres. It was madly hot as expected yet strangely it was also breezy. Being on a reclaimed land next to the sea helps I guess.

Then as we rejoice over the clouds coming in shielding us from the sorching sun, they brought bad news — it started pouring, heavily. But then with wet tracks, we get to see more actions — more accidents that is.

At the end of the day, I got a “nice” racer back tan from standing under the sun in my tanktop. My legs almost break cos we got the walkabout tickets, the only seating available for walkabout is on the floor.

I did not try to drift my car when turning at the traffic light after the event. By the way.

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Saw this beauty on my way home last evening. Then for some unrelated reasons, the 2 Hondas infront of me started racing each other nearly causing accident on the mildly heavy traffic road. Haiz.

Patience pipples!*

* I’m saying this cos obviously my car has no power and cannot out race anyone.

Not sure what to do with my soap-filled hands, I pressed on the tap to let her wash. She didn’t let the water go to waste and washed her hand abit although they were already clean. We are natural at this tap holding thing cos we always do it after feetwashing ceremonies.

Then she got to her main agenda - she asked me to stay for lunch next week cos she’s celebrating her grandchild’s full month.

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Now I know, the next time I need to talk to someone, I’ll just plonk myself into what they are doing cos when this auntie did that, she sure got my full attention.

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BUT! I’m an impulsive consumer. I make fast decisions when buying things. I probably took about 2 seconds to decide on Jazz. Ok perhaps I’ve already decided before going car shopping but I still have to decide on the colour right?

So, I attended the forum, evaluated my eyes and zapped them. Price is affordable and can pay via 24 months interest free installment plan — mai tu liaoz!!

The night after surgery when I popped out of my room with my eye shield and tearing eyes, mom didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She’s amused that I can consider Lasik despite still going through the other treatments.

Not busy enough issit? She asked.

Ok what. One shot do all lah. =D

As I lay in bed with my swollen tearing eyes, I thought I must be crazy. But then I fell asleep and when I woke up my eyes were much better, I then think I’ve made a right decision.

Then the next morning my eyes got even better and I then think I’ve made a good decision.

3 weeks on now and the recovery is amazingly quick. I now think I’ve made the best decision.

There isn’t a major difference and I can’t appreciate the “freedom” many exclaimed, it just felt as if I’m wearing my contact lens permanently. But still, it’s good to be able to see clearly when you wake up.

> Drove 2.5 hours from SG to Desaru.

> Amazed by how spacious the room is.

> “Formed” a new church — Seventy day Advetist Chinese Church.

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> Ate a colourful paddle pop by the beach doing Bible Study.

> Enjoyed the breeze sitting on the beach while looking after towels and clothes for Gracie’s parents who went dipping in the sea.

> It actually gets a little chilling after rain in Desaru!

> Napped only 15mins throughout the entire retreat! Amazing.

> Overdosed on beef rendang — it’s available every meal! Except breakfast.

> Watched ping pong old girls played — mom vs Joyce’s mom.

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> Had roti chanai with 19 other church mates at a puny town near Desaru. Cars for mobility is important.

> Drove another 2.5hours back to SG.

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However something pleasant amidst the agony happened.

When I was at the Malaysia custom counter, the officer looked at my passport photo and asked “Danilla, are you sick?” Caught off guard by the special attention, I could only muster a weak smile. And that’s not all, as he hand back the passports to us, he said “God bless you Danilla.”

I wondered if he is a Christian, but I highly doubt so.. cos he’s a Malay lah! Oh well, I just thought that was sweet of him.