As a great believer that happiness is how you percieve your life (my own phrase btw), i believe that in every sad stories hides funny stories, it's just a matter of looking for them. Just like how funny things actually happened during my 'greatest' ordeal namely my break up, funny things had also happened during the other 'greatest' ordeal i had during the last year namely my dad's death. Well yes it was a year ago, but hey better late than never right? It's been quite a while so even though the feeling is still familiar the occurence has become a bit blur, but i'm sure there were some laugh being shared then.
The first one was at the crematorium. While waiting for my father being cremated, the rest of us was lounging, chatting, remembering my dad, and basically just doing nothing. Then i begin to feel a bit stomach achey, and i decide to visit the loo. The stomach ache is growing but it did not seem to want to relieve itself. 5 minutes pass, 10 minutes pass, 15 minutes pass and i'm still in the loo trying to relieve myself to no avail. Sweating in the loo i overheard my brother asking my then boyfriend where i was, and he told him that i was in the loo. Then i heard my brother laugh, mind you i don't know why but he always find that number 2 is a funny business. 20 minutes pass, 30 minutes pass, and i overheard my sister waking up my then boyfriend who had dozed off while waiting for me. She then went into the loo knocking at my door, and before i know it there had got to be about 5 of my siblings, in laws, and cousins in the loo crowding at my door. Yes, they were only checking whether i was allright, but by jove i can hear their giggling and traces of amusement on their voice. And to this day whenever we visit papa, my brother still likes to reminds me of my stint at the crematorium's loo. Making my ex fall asleep while i'm relieving myself.
The second funny thing was at dinner post funeral. We all gathered at home and had leftovers. Among the many leftovers there was 'saren' a sort of traditional dish. Realising that my ex never tried it, i force him to have it. Being a good sport he comply, and start eating it. He said that it taste a bit funny, and i told him that it's supposed to taste like that. Being a good sport, he accepted my explanation and finish his piece. My brother then also took a piece. As we chat he took a bite, chew it, then spat it exclaiming that it was spoiled. I then took a tiny bit, and yes it was spoiled.
The third funny thing was during one of our visit to papa's columbarium. As usual we will have a short prayer, and on that day i was given the task to read the reading. I mixed up 'keledai' which means donkey and 'kedelai' which means soy, i started to giggle, and couldn't continue to read, so then my sister take over, but being a giggly person herself soon she found herself giggling uncontrollably and stopped reading. My mum then take over and continue reading, buuuttt... maybe feeling like she was with a bunch of giggly school girls she unconciously assume that kinder schoolchildren tone, and it also doesn't help that the she change the reading to her preference. So instead of 50 sheeps, she said 70 sheeps, and things like that. The crunch of course when she got to the end of the reading and goes".... so theeen, theyyy aaaallll dddiiieee"
and my sister bursts out laughing, and soon all of us were pealed with laughter. And i'm jolly sure that up there my dad was shaking his head wondering how did he ended up raising a bunch of clowns.
