My previous post about wanting to be nice to everyone during the weekend for the sake of my own bliss is just total bullshit.

No, I didn’t fake an enormous yawn, but my face had a very complicated frown during the wedding because of the humid weather and my parents’ unbelievable senescence. And no, I didn’t give nasty replies to my parents’ and big brother’s silly rhetorical questions because they didn’t ask any of those this time, but I got amazingly irritated by the most general questions like, “Adik, bila nak makan?”, and gave them very sharp retorts without even looking back at their faces. And I swear dad’s humongous-for-no-reason ego and mom’s continuous senility and the constant bickering in the car are my best bet for why my last nerve was plucked riotously.


But please believe me when I say fighting never solves anything.
Because when you sense that holdback of tears in your dad’s suddenly soft and shaken intonation when he asks about when are you coming home while you walk pass him to the front of your college hostel, that’s when you feel like turning back to just a few minutes before so you can swallow back all the mindless things you said.

Too bad there’s no such thing as time-traveling.