Inescapable Fate

Before I start my long sad story for the day, some updates on my somewhat screwed up mundane life:

My mother and I have worked out that I do actually need to go down to MGS and ACJC to get the copies of my school certs stamped and certified so that's going to happen tomorrow. And I'm also going to have to e-mail Kuldip for another character testimonial. *pui pui pui* NUS still hasn't sent any response as to my appeal and both my mother and I have concluded that it's probably not worth the grief to pursue it. Anyway I've done my part according to the book so now it's their job. So now my mother is encouraging (read: nagging) me to go and find some life skills courses like secretarial courses or beauty/grooming courses to join. SIGH!!! But I guess she's right. I can't just sit around all day right? Sigh. Probably should go and find a job also. Anyone need a house-cleaner? Can only clean. Can't cook. Or rather can only cook limited things. Laundry also can. :p Clothes are down one size!!! *cheer* Went shopping with mum on Saturday and when my mum presented me with a pair of size 14 jeans to try the salesgirl said that it looks too big for me and that I look more like a size 12. *cheer* So now I even LOOK smaller. Good. Must keep losing weight. Aim to go down to size 8. Ganbatte!!

Ok. Now I start my main entry. Found out yesterday morning that James Creffield passed away. If the surname sounds familiar to some it's because he was the husband of Geetha Creffield. For those who don't know completely, Geetha was my drama teacher in ACJC. The funeral was held at the Mandai Crematorium today. So I went down to pay my respects. I was amazed but not surprised at the number of people that turned up. The Creffields were loved and respected by many people. Besides friends and family, the entire staff of the ACJC faculty turned up and of course, her class students and her drama and debate students. Even alumni turned up. It was a very touching sight. James had gone rockclimbing near Bukit Timah Hill on Saturday morning and met with an accident that claimed his life. I don't know the details of the accident but I know that he was with his close friends, so thank God he wasn't alone when it happened. It was ironic though, because barely a month ago James and Geetha were in Phuket when the tsunami hit. They were also about to go climbing that day when the guide told them to get down and run for their lives. So they escaped that terrible disaster, but I guess... There's no escaping fate. I'm sure James would have seen the irony of it all. He was a very jolly, mischievious person who always had a laugh up his sleeve. May he rest in peace, and may God give comfort to his friends and family and especially to Mrs C, who had to say farewell to the first and only man she loved in her life.