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So 2 weeks back I took a trip down to JB for some go-karting (man, they have some monster machines over there!) with Wenzheng, Sylvia and Chayying. We were having a ball of a time, until we returned to the car. I found my windows smashed, boot broken into, all bags stolen - except Sylvia’s - lucky girl!

I simply couldn’t believe it. I usually follow all safety precautions, except I didn’t consider parking my car at the end of a line of Singaporean cars (mine being the one at the end of the row) a safety boo-boo. It’s the kind of thing you never expect to happen to you - yes especially you - until it happens. Sigh. And it was in broad daylight. And we were racing right at the track right next to the car. 10 metres. I. Don’t. Believe. It. Still.

To make things worse, the Malaysian police are just a laughing stock. We went to a police station and they told us they don’t do police reports. I’m like, huh?! We went to another one, and it was like oh, broken windows, stolen cards - yeah, they happen two thousand times a day. Just give me the details, let me type it in, and then both of us can go on our way, ok? I’m so totally disgusted at Johor Bahru, the Malaysian police force, and the crime rate in JB. I’ve only gotten pickpocketed once in my life, and it was in Johor Bahru. I’ve only gotten my car broken into once in my life, and it was in Johor as well. And the total number of times I have been victimized by crime in my life is a total of two. And i’ve spent a grand total of not more than 3 weeks of my life in Johor Bahru. The facts speak for themselves.

I lost many things. My camera, my ipod, my wallet. And the bastards had the audacity to charge another RM$10,000 to my credit card, too. And Citibank refused to reverse the charge despite my immediate attempt to cancel the card upon knowledge of the incident - I just received their call, and i was just speechless TOO. What’s up with my luck these days?!

I’m appealing to more senior management with regard to the credit card payment. Keeping my fingers crossed now.

Somewhere near the sunny island of Redang, Malaysia…

(We were I was trying to see how far we I could jump from the boat)

So I’m back! From Pulau Redang. Right next to my resort was the place where they built the beach house of and filmed Summer More More Tea (which, by the way, i thought was a great show - but then again I’m a soppy romantic).

I saw lots of fish! Clown fish, or nemos, 2 black-tipped sharks, a huge turtle, and more. And of course, all the beach time too. I actually missed being at the beach. Suntanning, being in the company of cool people (and bikini babes, haha), and listening to the crashing of the waves.

I almost got killed by a falling coconut, but that’s another story. We promptly drank all its juice since it had cracked Nice.

Most importantly, the trip gave me a new lease on life that I’m really grateful for. There’s still some images in my head that really bothers me, which i am trying really hard to get rid of, but they seem pretty obstinate. But I think i’m making progress.