World War 3 (My Household Version)

Jalan Bahagia, Happy Garden. Yup, that's where I live. My quirky address does come with it's fair share of inside jokes (Rumah Bahagia, anyone?) and sarcastic remarks. Heck, I even think that it's perfectly ironic considering my state of household nowadays. Anyway.

If you think that my household is the quintessential perfect family, think again. Because it's not. Partly because there are numerous landmines hidden around the perimeter. Just waiting to get erupted. Sometimes, we can guess where the sensitive regions are, but we just can't avoid them, it seems. For the sake of some adrenalin rush, perhaps?

Today's explosion comes with its own drama. Once again, everything just blew up without warning. And the culprit? Only the perfectly harmless remote control. I dub it as the "pirate's loot" because apparently once one of us get a hold on it, it will take both courage and a wicked mind to take it back from him/her. Seriously, I'm not kidding. Try to make a grab of it, then all hell will break loose. Sigh. The drama nowadays.

Speaking about the perfect family, is there really one out there? And what really characterize a flawless household? One without major fights, perhaps? But, once I start to ponder on the inevitable family clash that many of us have to deal with, I can't help but to notice that without all the fist fight and verbal tussle, life will be painfully dull. Don't you think?

I also read from somewhere that we tend to fight more with our loved ones for a reason. Because we know they love us and it's easier to show our feelings towards them without apprehension. Because we know once all the fighting demons are gone, love will take over and bring us closer.

Too bad the realization can't stop us from making the same mistake all over again. Because let's face it. Sometimes arguing instead of agreeing is so much more fun. And that is what makes living with our family members both heaven and hell on earth.

To my family. I still love you.