Short trip back home

I vouch never again to drink ANY sized glass of water before i go to bed.

Mom made me drink one, and I had to get up five times to pee. It's not cool.

Ah, the joy of being back home. Mom says eat this, I eat. Drink this, drink. But then again obviously i said no to her Horlicks offer while i was munching on durians.

While lying down on my bed reading my book, she barges in "don't lie down while reading a book! it's gonna kill your eyes!" whilst in the meantime, i'm already so shocked i've forgotten every single word i read in the past hour.

And i go...OKAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. and lie back down again.

Of all the most un-aligned conversations we've had, other than the stories my mom told about how she had to hold her bladder last time because she was afraid to go out in the dark because of snakes and ghosts, I think this was it:

Me: Hey dad, is that Trishaw restaurant thingy still operating? (some awesome restaurant in Simpang Pulai)

Dad: No

Me: Ow. So there's no where else that sells that fried-vege dish?

Dad: No

Mom: In Penang and Melaka still got wad...

Me (thinking to myself...HUH?! but stupidly responded anyway) : Oh, they've got a branch there?

(and i'm laughing while typing this out)

Mom: What are you talking about?

Took us five seconds to digest that we were talking about completely different things. Mom was talking about the already extinct trishaw in Ipoh (real trishaw. not the restaurant named trishaw)

My dad who doesn't laugh, snorted.

Genius.