Cyclops can now fight Godzirra!

“Ultra­man + Mt. Fuji = JAPAN” — Photo by emrank

I am not arroud to make fun of Japanese-accented Eng­lish, so sit­ting through two hours with an embassy offi­cial who was help­ing us fill up decep­tively dif­fi­cult forms was quite a task yes­ter­day afternoon.

But it’s almost all done. Naomi’s and my mar­riage has been reg­is­tered (we didn’t know we had to do this), and Kai’s birth has also been logged. This means our chubby lit­tle bub is now offi­cially Japan­ese as well as Singaporean.

There’s still the mat­ter of get­ting a pass­port for Kai, for which, we were told by the embassy offi­cial, we needed to get a passport-sized pho­to­graph of him ‘with his eyes open’.

The help­ful offi­cial even drew an open eye within the out­line of a head printed on a sam­ple appli­ca­tion form. I wanted to tell her our son was not a cyclops but I was too tired and just glad we got the first parts done.

Some more, the Daikin air­con in the inter­view room was on the brink, so it got warmer and warmer as the last few pages of the forms were being filled up, until the offi­cial help­ing us could take it no more (nei­ther could we, but we were try­ing to be polite) and shoved the remote con­trol at me and asked me to do sum­s­ing about it.