fish and co. and fish

We FINALLY had our belated New Year Family Dinner. Yeah, i know it's almost a week late, but sorry la, blame work and everyone being really busy and all. But it was great, finally having all 5 of the family together for a nice great dinner.

Mom and dad delightfully exclaim half-way thru dinner.

"On Thursday, we're going to go to 'mo-yuu'!" For those who dont understand, 'mo-yuu' directly translates to "rub fish".

And, oh well, that is EXACTLY what it meant. Yeap, my parents were going to go out of town to some far off temple which has a famous fish that brings fortune to whoever strokes it.

Stranger things have happened.

But it was then that i dropped my fork in horror.

"But dad..."

"Yes, son?"

"We're at FISH AND CO. right now leh."

Irony is frightening, at least to me and my brothers. Holy shit, you're about to ask a fish for blessings and the day before, you were eating its distant relatives.

Noooooooooooooooot the best way to set a respectful tone, eh?

Dad shrugs it off, "Hahaha, who cares."

Fine. I'm sure todays' dinner and the fish-stroking expedition was plain and simple coincidence.




I called them today.

"How was the fish stroking thing?"

Mom was SOOOOOOOOOOOOO happy.

"Yeah, it really let us touch it leh. Not afraid of pple at all."

Well I'll be damned, the holy fish is pretty perceptive after all. But mom isnt done yet.

"So nice. And after that, we went to eat seafood."

SEAFOOD???? Erm...