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.
Was minding my own business washing my hand at the basin after lunch at church when this auntie came along, washed her hands in the basin next to me, then proceed to stick her hands in my basin.
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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This is one thing I’ve toyed with but never gave it a serious enough thought to make any decision.
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.
It’s a beachy weekend at our annual church retreat in Desaru.
> Drove 2.5 hours from SG to Desaru.
> Amazed by how spacious the room is.
> “Formed” a new church — Seventy day Advetist Chinese Church.
> 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.
> 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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The Sg custom coming back from Malaysia into Singapore is getting from bad to worse. It was a Tuesday night and the jam was horrific! All cos they want to check the temperature of each driver + passengers 1 car at a time. It’s no fun having to wear a mask and “enjoy” all the hot air emitted by the jammed cars, I pity the kids taking temperature there.
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.
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A team of radiologists directed me to the platform and swiftly aligned the markings on my body to the beams emitted from the machine. Everything in place, they scooted out of the room.
Alone, I lay on the cold platform, or maybe it’s just me being nervous. I watched the machine rotate noisily to my sides. I begin to feel uneasy.
Is there going to be a beam of light shooting out like the light sabre? I’m not sure.
To say I’m not scared at that point would be lying. I was scared, I was nervous. And I closed my eyes, no I didn’t sleep, I prayed.
Whenever the machine finishs a dose of the radiation, it lets out a a sigh, or at least that what it sounded like to me. A sigh of relief.
Still got many more sighs to go, but the saving grace is that it’s a quick and painless process. Tho the daily routine makes it tedious, but I can deal with this after I’ve been through phase 1. How I wish the side effect of radiotherapy is the fats around your tummy gets melted away.
Did you say fat hope?!
