5.30am
…is THE time when one of my *very considerate* neighbor had decided that none of us are exercising enough so he purposely burned down his stove in order for all of us to have a fantastic night of running down ENDLESS FLIGHTS OF STAIRS! (Yeah, you go try running down the stairs the same speed and urgency as I did when some there were still some alcohol swimming in your head!)
This grandiose gesture is of course met with collective enmity from the mums with babies who woke up & cried; the parents with young kids who thought this was all a game; the sleepyheads who didn’t really know how they got down there…
…And especiallyfrom the party-goers who were actually busy chilling out after a totally terrific Saturday clubbing night and hadn’t have the time to change to normal clothings yet! (think bare back top + mini skirt)
Luckily for us, the fire – actually just 2 floors below my unit, was put out in about 30-long-and-uncomfortable-minutes by our heroic guards.(The fire brigade came like 1 hour later… WTF, the whole condo would have been burned to ashes by then!)
The moral of the story? …Could somebody please remind me not to stay in a high-rise building again?
1 eye fixed. another one to go
Nobody told loony she had to wait 1.5 hours to dilute her eyes.
Nobody told loony it’s so cold in the waiting and operation room.
Nobody told loony she had to stare into a light so bright that her poor eye almost cannot handle.
Nobody told loony that she can totally feel the equipments, however sophisticated and elegant they are, when they were literally “going through” her eye.
Nobody told loony she’s going cry like a baby the entire time (this is purely human reaction ok)
Nobody told loony it hurts like shit.
Nobody told loony how utterly alone she would feel sitting at the post-op room waiting for her eye to heal.
Nobody told loony she would gripped her fingers so tight throughout the entire operation because, frankly, she is scared out of her mind.
And nobody could describe the joy that loony experienced the moment she opened her eyes and able to see clearly, for the longest time in her life, without the aid of either glasses or contact lenses!
Guess all the pain is worth it. loony mused that perhaps this is why lots of women went through with cosmetic surgery, irregardless of the pain they feel post-op.
Ah well, one eye down. Tomorrow is DDAY for loony’s right eye.
PS: Leng Hiong, thanks for your concern! Appreciate it. 
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loony’s going under the knife!
Well, tomorrow is DDAY which loony will be laying half paralyzed on the chopping board for the surgeons to do whatever they pleased…
…to her eyes only ok! (tsk, you guys are just full with *senget* thoughts)
loony will be under the knife for an operation called ICL – Implantable Contact Lenses. No, it’s not lasik. No, loony cannot do lasik because her power is freaking 1400 per eye. No, if loony do lasik then she’ll have 75% of her cornea fried off and then after the surgery she’ll be lucky to have any cornea left!
Anyway, let loony put it in a nutshell for you (since nobody will bother to click the link above):
- First you have to drill 2 holes in each of your eyes (it’s called YAG laser, *very* uncomfortable procedure),
- then you wait 2 weeks before the surgeon cut a small little line on the side of your cornea,
- insert a little piece of inflatable rubber in between your cornea and iris,
- put some solutions inside so it’ll expand and latched properly inside your eyes (so that when you swim or do vigorous exercise),
- wait for 2 hours before your eyes settled, and then you can see without having to put on contact lenses or glasses everyday!
Is loony scared? Hmmphh… all loony can think about now is ‘I really feel like having a cup of milo’ that’s all… *sweatzzzzz*
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