Caught the MRT out to Kranji War Cemetery. Dad carried out his corps association duties. There are so many names and so many unknown names. So many young lifes. There is always something about war graves that always gives such a stark reminder of all those who gave for us.
Next stop was the former BMH Singapore. Its still a hospital and fortunately the outside of the buildings were much the same and were used for the same purposes some 41 years on.
I think Dad enjoyed his trip down memory lane.
The whole MRT runs like clockwork. When you need to change trains, you just get off and the next one is waiting for you.
There are loads of storm drains. Most of which Dad slept in during his 2 years out here.
There are also lots of old white men with young asian girls. Maybe there's hope for me.
We looked into hiring a car to drive to Kuala Lumpur on Saturday. We have to pay an extra $300 because its a one way trip.
"Dad, your hearing aids are buzzing"
"-silence-"
"DAD, YOUR HEARING AIDS ARE BUZZING"
"Pardon"
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