shit happens.: Awkward.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Awkward.

Me and my dad don't talk much. It has been this way since I was little. Or at least since I could remember. We sometimes don't even acknowledge each other when we walk past each other on the streets, or even as absurd as when we share the same lift. I know, I'm not proud of this fact but seriously, sometimes the air around us just spells A-W-K-W-A-R-D.

A typical conversation between my mom and I would be like:

Mom "Eh what you want to eat for lunch"

Me "Anything la hor"

"What anything? Think what you want leh. Rice or noodles? Chicken or Duck? Western? Japanese?"

"Hmm, noodles not filling leh. Then the downstairs japanese food so cui. Aiya don't know lah"

....

(Goes on forever)

However, between my dad and I;

Dad "Eat what?"
Me "Anything can"

"What anything?"

(To save myself the awkwardness) "Chicken rice"

And I end up eating chicken rice everytime he asks that question. And when he realises it too,

"Chicken rice again?"

"Okay hor fun."

Sigh. I tried even saying "Dad I'm home" but seriously I can't bring myself to say it. It's not that I don't love him or that I don't like his existence, but seriously it's damn paiseh. Especially if it hasn't been a practice for 20 years. When we talk our eyes just dart all over the place, the floor, the ceilings, our fingernails, but just not at each other.

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