well. what a week it's been.

me granny passed on. not too sad about it though, because she's been in and out of hospitals for 2 years or so. lately the doctor gave her a time-frame of some weeks, so i think we all were prepared for this. and if you've seen her you'd understand she must have been fighting and hanging on to be with us a little bit longer. half her insides have either been operated out or not functioning anymore. she's a strong one, we all agree on.

looking at her when she went to sleep for the last time, i'd say she looks rested. like asleep, with a little smile on her mouth. just lovely to be remembered by.

i would say she's the matriach of the family. a lot of her qualities are passed on, even in me. we're all kaki jalan, travellers and happy-go-lucky gallivanters at heart. with not a small dose of stubbornness and righteousness. but always with a smile we approach each other, the fights and arguments in the background.

thanks for making me who i am, my loving, jovial, best-cook-in-the-world grandma,

Mdm Koh Jit Neo : 10th July 1926 - 31st October 2004.

i hate having tears in my eyes. the past week has seen two events or occurrences which made me do so:

1. Seeing the Bali bombing memorial and the sites where the bars used to be.

2. Watching my grandmother struggle for her life in the hospital.

and there'll be more of item (2). sigh.

eric:

part-time employment
full-time beach bum

wannabe surfer dude.

funny thing is, my right hand is more tanned than my left. strange. must've been the position i was lying down on the beach at kuta. sadly missed and will be back again.

FYI bali is safe as pepsi. so get yer arse over there pronto. guys, bring your hippest board shorts, and the ladies, your skimpiest bikinis.... : )

surf's up, dude!