my dad is in one of his moods where being in the same room as him would guarantee you a trip to the hospital to put that broken leg in a cast. or to the bomoh, to cast out that malevolent spirit within. OR to the toilet where you can sob quietly. i'd prefer having my leg broken though.

i have no idea how it started. he came home yesterday, fuming. it was around 8pm, and i didnt have my dinner yet. the plan was to have a nice peaceful dinner in some hawker centre with my dad, mum and youngest bro. but it was not to be. my two other brothers went for the buffet in rasa sayang with aunt, uncle and cousins. lucky bastards. i didnt want to join them because i thought i would be spending some quality time with my remaining family members without those two quarreling about stuff ranging from who farted in the car(it was me, ok? lol, joking) to who gets the seat next to the window. you would think that was something worth quarreling about when boarding a plane, but they were getting in a car. A CAR. A CAR, for pete's sake.

it was time to leave the house, so my mum told me to get ready. i needed to turn off the computer so it took a few minutes. but by then, my dad was already mumbling. like hello??? i was just turning off the computer, nothing else. anyways, once everyone was in the car, we set off for what, china street? (one of the hawker centres there has a great char koay teow) it was quite a long journey, like about 25 minutes or so. but when we turned into china street, we saw that the place was closed for the day.

dad said: stupid.

he didnt shout it out, he said it in a kind of quiet way where you could feel the anger, hatred and vehemence seething from the words. petrifying.

we finally ended up in pulau tikus. there wasnt a parking space in sight, so my mum, brother and i got off first. ronan fell asleep so i had to wake him up. he got out of the car groggily. it was raining, so the expected but kinda unexpected happened. ronan slipped.

i just kinda stood there. it wasnt funny at the time, but now that i'm blogging about it, i find it hilarious. (hilarious by fergie plays) especially when everyone did what they did in unison.

that was yesterday. today was the day when the final straw broke the camel's back. as good-but-not-that-good catholic children, my brothers and i have to go for sunday school. everything seemed ok at first. but then towards the end of class, i got a phone call. it was my mum. she said that i was to abort my mission to gurney plaza and that i was to get out of class and into her car immediately. something was seriously wrong.

i got into the car and my mum was laughing. so much for something was seriously wrong. she said that dad finally blew his top. why? this is it. this was the final straw:

i found it quite funny too. but it meant one thing: no more going to gurney plaza. but turns out it was a blessing in disguise. i got to buy a new pair of nike shoes in the end! we went to fuel up the car, went for a car wash and stopped at island plaza for my shoes, lunch and groceries. love my new shoes!