No time is a good time for goodbye.

Well, it being Good Friday, you'd expect something good to happen. Or, at the very least, something normal.

Every year it's the same thing. I go to church in the morning, afternoon is spent napping or watching TV, just spending time with my family while trying not to let my hunger get to me, evening is the procession at St Joseph's and dinner is Nasi Lemak, long awaited after a whole day of nothing much.

Every year I spend my good Friday like this. Every year. So why couldn't this year be the same? Or, at least hold some sense of normalcy?

The first thing that made me realise things were different: My maid cooked sunny-side ups instead of the usual omelette that goes with nasi lemak. Okay, sure, to you people, it's a small stupid insignificant thing. But I was pretty miffed because it was one tradition gone. I didn't say anything though, cuz' I figured my dad was the one who told her to cook it that way.

The second thing was 3 people from my family attending the procession. Normally, almost my WHOLE family goes for the procession. This year was a dismal three people. THREE. Me, my aunt and uncle. It was so disappointing. My parents were part of the procession this year, so they went off to church real early. I went there on my own, spent 2 hours standing for waiting for my favourite part: Seeing the altar boys carry Jesus down from the cross and onto a makeshift bed. But I couldn't concentrate on it this year. Why? Well... that brings me to..

The third thing: It rained. That really made my heart do flip-flops. It NEVER rained before. And I am not making a fallacy. It's TRUE. In my almost 2 decades of going for the yearly St Joseph's procession, it NEVER rains. The rain came, and with it, an ominous feeling of things to come. I had a feeling it would rain, actually, so it didn't REALLY surprise me. Not because I watch weather patterns and the global temperature. I don't know how to explain it, though... I guess the fact that it didn't rain this year like it does every year around 3 in the afternoon kinda did it. When I felt the first droplet of rain on my candle holder, I couldn't help but feel like God was trying to say something HUGE. I really wish I knew what though... It scared me to no end.

The last thing that made good friday not-so-good was AFTER I went home. (On my own, again) I came out of the bathroom and was met with the always pleasant tension that signified my parents were fighting. It was horrible. I wanted to cry then. I wanted to scream out the injustice of not being able to enjoy at least a normal dinner after the not-so-normal day. It was not fair! Dinner was mostly stony silence. I was so tempted to turn on the tv just so it wouldn't be so tense. But I knew my father's wrath well. Well enough, at least. After dinner, I appeased my father by talking to him about their fight and cleared some stuff up. (Apparently, as it is with EVERY OTHER fight, it was a mere misunderstanding.) And then, I went to comfort my sorrow-stricken mother, upset with my father's usual way of proving his manhood by shouting and scolding. I also offered both of them cake that I made.

Somehow, I don't think that this is a 'me me' thing.. I feel like this is something more... This whole thing... It wasn't horrible on purpose.... Maybe God is really angry with me? I have done some seriously horrible things the past few weeks... I don't know. Maybe it IS a 'me me' kinda thing.

I hope Easter's wayyy better. =/