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I have this new habit of liking to go for long walks. Hours-long walks. The last one last week lasted approximately three hours.
I thought the afternoon might be rainy so I decided to go in the morning. Grace was free in the morning as well so we arranged to go together. I told my mother I was going out walking the night before and she indicated that it was okay.
My father had his door closed for most of the morning and that usually means that he doesn't want to be disturbed, so I didn't disturb him. When he still hadn't opened the door by the time I needed to leave the house, I told my younger brother to tell him I was going out walking and would probably not be home for lunch. He told me to bring my handphone. I think he'll make a good dad when he grows up.
We walked one huge round at one end of Tampines and found a very nice fitness corner closeted between a residential area and the expressway. Then we walked to Simei and ate, and walked back to Tampines. The sun was very hot and I'd nearly lost my OBS cap. Bless the person who found it and hung it opposite the butterfly eggs in the fitness corner.
It was in overall extremely fun but my mood to describe it has been destroyed by my reception when I came home. All I encountered was this freezing silence as I stepped through the door. My parents were sitting at the opposite ends of the room, staring at each other and not saying anything. Then they both stared at the hot and sweaty me and accused me for not telling them I was going out. Hello.
My mother said, 'Next time tell us personally', 'I thought you meant DOWNSTAIRS' (excuse me) and 'Try to stay at home on Sunday.'
That last bit is reasonable until you read the next part.
After I had a very short bath I went and innocently did my homework, and it was halfway through that the blazing row began. You see, my mother can be consistently irritating and my father has a penchant for shouting at people who can't fire him. The quarrel was, this time, about the length of the extension of the showerheads in our toilets and the apparent encumberance of the spa tub in one of them, which he saw as redundant and which she saw as an absolute neccessity.
What the $*(&$^".
It's over but I have decided that it is not safe to post about my expenses after all. Suffice to say I now owe Grace $7.50.
I thought the afternoon might be rainy so I decided to go in the morning. Grace was free in the morning as well so we arranged to go together. I told my mother I was going out walking the night before and she indicated that it was okay.
My father had his door closed for most of the morning and that usually means that he doesn't want to be disturbed, so I didn't disturb him. When he still hadn't opened the door by the time I needed to leave the house, I told my younger brother to tell him I was going out walking and would probably not be home for lunch. He told me to bring my handphone. I think he'll make a good dad when he grows up.
We walked one huge round at one end of Tampines and found a very nice fitness corner closeted between a residential area and the expressway. Then we walked to Simei and ate, and walked back to Tampines. The sun was very hot and I'd nearly lost my OBS cap. Bless the person who found it and hung it opposite the butterfly eggs in the fitness corner.
It was in overall extremely fun but my mood to describe it has been destroyed by my reception when I came home. All I encountered was this freezing silence as I stepped through the door. My parents were sitting at the opposite ends of the room, staring at each other and not saying anything. Then they both stared at the hot and sweaty me and accused me for not telling them I was going out. Hello.
My mother said, 'Next time tell us personally', 'I thought you meant DOWNSTAIRS' (excuse me) and 'Try to stay at home on Sunday.'
That last bit is reasonable until you read the next part.
After I had a very short bath I went and innocently did my homework, and it was halfway through that the blazing row began. You see, my mother can be consistently irritating and my father has a penchant for shouting at people who can't fire him. The quarrel was, this time, about the length of the extension of the showerheads in our toilets and the apparent encumberance of the spa tub in one of them, which he saw as redundant and which she saw as an absolute neccessity.
What the $*(&$^".
It's over but I have decided that it is not safe to post about my expenses after all. Suffice to say I now owe Grace $7.50.
posted by the zen thing at 4:46 pm
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