On the journey towards Cathay I didn't know what to expect. We haven't spoke for around 2 months and the last time we saw each other, we hardly made eye contact. But to my surprise it went pretty well during the dinner at Astons. I think it was probably the only day where we weren't interrupted by his handphone, and our conversation didn't involve shouting at each other. In fact, I don't even remember having such a decent conversation with him over the years. It was a genuine father and daughter talk. I told him about my life in poly, like how ironic that I'm a student assistant who knows nuts about computers and is helping people install software, while my brother is an IT geek and he doesn't have this kind of job. And my genius dad even came up with a muthafucking awesome egg drop foolproof plan that actually worked during our trial runs. We talked some more over cakes and tea after dinner. And finally it was time to go home, and he took the 106 back with me.

I guess having distance helps. I'll probably would never have the "ideal family" ever again, but it's okay. Because after this entire shit, I know I've become a much stronger person and I've learnt alot of life lessons which textbooks can't teach. Sometimes you just have to accept the fucked up reality and carry on with life. Nobody cares how unhappy you are, you just have to suck it up and pray for the best.