Days away from Singapore was normal. Just that I had diarrhea when I am back and having aches all over my body.

Managed to visit Desaru Fruit Farm, back to hotel, played Jet ski, Four-wheel bike on day one and I did had a chance to drive on the road (hiphiphurray!) Driving was scary, but it wasn't as bad as I thought. I drove on an average of 60km/h and hit 80km/h at times. My brother who sat on the rear was complaining on how fast it was when an un-licenced women drive. I am so looking forward to getting my licence. Hopefully if everything goes very smoothly, I might be able to drive latest by next year's new year. But of cause I wish I could drive asap like before Christmas? (haha!, that's a little insane of me!!)

Well, on day two, some things occurred. Out of a sudden when we were praying, Grandpa (maternal) 'came up' from hell and cried how hard my big uncle was in hell. He too was suffering but he wanted to at least ease the pain of my big uncle, his son. We were all lost, we didn't know what happen in the first place, the only thing we saw was ylt granny crying miserably. Grandpa was calling for my parents. He told us how he felt, and how sad he was seeing this big family of us separated in this way. I can feel that his heart shattered into small tiny pieces. Yes, my heart broke too. We were all tearing, even outsiders shed tears too. The whole scenario was rather unbelievable. I can't believe my eyes either. Soon after grandpa went off, helped ylt granny up and seek help from 'niang niang' - 'goodness of god (?). Did all sorts of stuff and went back again.

(the above para wasn't posted for you to believe, because after all, different people with different religion believe in different things.)

Day two was summarised, I don't really have the mood to post anymore. I'm sorry ...