Thursday, April 17 

When it rains, it pours.

This is surreal.

Eugene's grandma passed away today.

She was 89. And she had been bedridden for a few years from a stroke, so in a way, it was a release from this world.

Actually she was rushed to NUH the day my dad died.

Gene's okay, think he's pretty sanguine, because like I mentioned before, it was a release and she went peacefully with family around her.

On our side, Mom's dealing with the grief. Pray for her. She's attending bible classes, think it will help.

Okay, just an update. And yes, we're like... "whaaat??" too.

Sunday, April 13 

The aftermath

Today, we will scatter dad's ashes in the sea, to free him from this world.

It has been trying and absolutely exhausting.

But I think he would have been chuffed at the number of people who turned up at the wake.
He was surrounded by the flower garden of wreaths that appeared, and neighbours, army mates from way back, and people he had touched through the years all came.

Think the one moment that got me was when his army mate snapped a smart salute to him at the crematorium. That really really meant a lot.

Thanks everyone who sent condolences. It will take time, but I really think that the message from him would be "smile!". And we have to live our lives still.

And as morbid as it may seem, at least now Gene and I know what to do for each other when we go... heh

Nat

Tuesday, April 8 

In Loving Memory

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George Soh Yew Bin
Jul 3, 1935 - Apr 8, 2008

My father passed away this morning.
He was an officer, a gentleman, a husband and one heck of a gregarious character who had stories aplenty to tell us all.
For some of us, his tales of training at Sandhurst, then plowing through the Malayan jungles during the Konfrontasi, then building up the SAF were nothing short of the extraordinary.
He will be remembered for his sense of humour, his wonderful empathy for his pets and his amazing ability to make everyone feel at ease.

But for me, my father was the sweetie, who asked for "que sera sera" at my wedding, because we used to sing it together when I was a little girl. Who cried as he gave me away and who was always concerned about how his children and granchildren did in life.

Daddy, I miss you already.

Friday, April 4 

Diary of a traveller in Japan

This post is several days late - mainly because I couldn't figure out the Japanese signs enough to get on the Net on the first night, and the second night we (meaning me and my friend Eri) were in a traditional Ryokan in the Japanese country (read, what Internet?)
 
Anyway, it was a painful start when I left on Wed morning to catch the Northwest flight - dragged self out of bed at 3.15 am, caught a cab, completely shocked at the taxi bill by the time I got to T1. And face... lines and lines of security checks. Damned. American carrier + missing JI leader who threatened to blas Changi Airport off the face of this earth = stupid questions by security staff way too early in the morning.
Sheesh and NW leaves so early that its travellers don't even get to enjoy the legendary shopping of Changi cos everything was closed! Save for the bookshop.
Gee
 
Anyway. the flight was fine, caught snippets of flims while flitting in and out of sleep. Sporadic moments of lucidity - wonderfully - coincided with the meal services. Hit Tokyo early, but clearing the immigration was a nightmare.
 
Eri-Chan was waiting for me as i got out of the gate. Such a sweetheart she is, considering that it costs over 70 bucks for a return trip to the Airport!
 
The first thing I noticed getting out of the airport area? Cherry blossoms galore! Yup, I have hit cherry blossom season straight on. PS: The Japanese are nuts about the season. Whole segments on the news at night is devoted to whether the day after should be a good time to go admire the sakura. PS, while Cherry Blossoms in full bloom are nice - but the Japanese think that when the petals start falling is the bee's knees when it comes to admiring the trees. PS: individual blooms are actually white, but together they form that delicate pale pink that we associate the blossoms with.
 
Within the first three hours of hitting Tokyo, I was admiring the sakura at Ueno Park, munching on REAL takoyaki balls - not quite the stuff they have in Takashimaya heh, and some delicious soupy thing they call Oden. Then it was off to a traditional japanese tea house for cloudy sake, but it is VERY sweet. Weird, never tasted anything like it
 
Met Eri's parents on the first night - man, her mom outdid herself with dinner - it was brilliant. Her parents are absolutely fun and hilarious. Eri's dad would fit right in in America with his liberal views, and he's quite the comic actor. despite not being able to speak a single word of english, and me not able to manage anything in Japanese - they were wonderfully entertaining and lots of fun.
 
Yesterday, we went to Hakone, and indulged in hot baths. Now I know the proper etiquette its not quite as intimidating, but maaaan, they sit in the hot water for AGES.
 
Anyway, the traditional dinners are huge - and the breakfasts too! It was quite an eye opener. And of course, all done super traditional style. And you eat in your own room, not in some cavernous dining hall. Which makes it all very intimate and nice, i can see why... ahem... the train to Hakone (the area) is called... Romance Car. I'm not joking.
 
Did a couple of touristy things too like get on a pirate ship right out of Pirates of the Caribbean in the nearby Ahi lake. Hahahha. Visited a shinto shrine and all. It definitely makes a difference having a native Japanese speaker around I tell you...
 
Alright enough with the Japanese update. Off to do some real work online - getting quotes from movers as I gotta move out soon.
 
Nat 
 
 
 

Tuesday, April 1 

It did happen afterall

So I was out of the office and on my merry way when I get several frantic calls.

My lovely colleagues Judith and Ai-Lien HAD bought tea afterall.

So had to turn back, and had the tea rigamarole as well. *laughs* ah well, after all my grumpiness that it shouldn't happen etc etc

It was very nice, and very sweet. Stayed for another hour or so, then there was another goodbye do later in the evening.

Man, I will miss the people in there soooo much. Remember when you next read The Straits Times, there are many people in there who are doing their best to give you the best they can, under whatever constraints they may face - like unco-operative newsmakers.

And they are very decent people too. :)

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  • From Singapore, Singapore
  • Nat is 30-something and rediscovering life and Gene works in the life-saving business. This is a blog about their random adventures through nat's eyes.
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