Hmm. My memory's wrong. I changed very little to get my recent character. Oh well.
I don't know why I'm posting this, but hey, it's a trip down memory lane for me. I certainly don't remember Riezz coming from a fridge >_>
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Herr: Well, seems like I'm going to have to come up with a new name soon. Pity, Demel was a nice name.
Herr: I realise that if I keep this up, when I leave ACSI I'll have at least 5 personas.
ZQ: not necessarily, if dt doesn announce it
Herr: good point. Well, i need a name.
Herr: I could use Mera, but people'll think that a girl has been frequenting te boards lately, and Mike would know on the spot.
ZQ: lets think of one now. u wan a jap one?
Herr: Jap? Nah.
ZQ: as in the pronunciation
Herr: I dunno. There's another name I used to like: Aska. Does it sound like a girl's name?
ZQ: more feminine than masculine
Herr: Meh. I knew it. I need something that doesn't sound too americanized. Demel and Mera were nice names.
ZQ: askal? sounds less feminish rite
Herr: Askal? Akbar! lol.
ZQ: lol
Herr: Asoka! Meh. I'm losing my life.
ZQ: not reali
Herr: Well, I'm at 1hp, and I usually have 143, so I'm really losing my life.
Herr: Man, that's just so lame.
ZQ: ...
Herr: Maybe I should try another Jap name.
ZQ: mera was jap?
Herr: Demel was quite Jappish and Mera was pretty jap. Aska was a shortened Asuka.
ZQ: hmm
Herr: Kana, miho, niho, saya... Man, I'm suffering female withdrawal symptoms.
ZQ: i keep thinkin bout reizouko all of a sudden
Herr: Lol.
ZQ: how bout reizz
Herr: Reizz?
ZQ: lol
Herr: Cool, sounds like a nice name. I guess I'll take on that name for a while.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
Mera and Hippocrates
Mera: So you charged the two for indecent behaviour?
Hippocrates: Certainly I did. Acting so lewdly in public! The society shall have none of that. It has not been the first time. I have seen them do this before, and it has always been just as lewd. Surely these children must be punished.
Mera: It may be so, but are they not children? Surely the path must be an embracing one, not one sharded with thorns.
Hippocrates: Do you think embracing sin will help them? They are against the society, dear ma'am. I have made an oath, and I shall fulfill it.
Mera: By reporting to authorities? Realize, mister, that you could have done this yourself. You could very well have stood up for authority by yourself.
Hippocrates: And what, have them mock me in my face? These are corrupt children, dear ma'am. What I do will not work on them. Only the cane of justice will.
Mera: And you feel good about it.
Hippocrates: What? What are you saying?
Mera: It's useless hiding from me. I can see your emotions. Your aura. It's ever bright. Bright with the pride you bear for a job well done.
Hippocrates: Certainly so! In what way have I done wrong? I have brought justice. Is that not enough?
Mera: Justice? Heh, law. Say, your name is Hippocrates, correct?
Hippocrates: Indeed it is. Why?
Mera: Haha. The irony. Surely, things are not as they seem.
Hippocrates: I do not understand you. Please.
Mera: Does it matter? You have done a good job, Hippocrates. But reconsider your oath.
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Because Jun Yi and Gid have done so. And worry not about Mera's 5th line. It'll be explained later.
Hippocrates: Certainly I did. Acting so lewdly in public! The society shall have none of that. It has not been the first time. I have seen them do this before, and it has always been just as lewd. Surely these children must be punished.
Mera: It may be so, but are they not children? Surely the path must be an embracing one, not one sharded with thorns.
Hippocrates: Do you think embracing sin will help them? They are against the society, dear ma'am. I have made an oath, and I shall fulfill it.
Mera: By reporting to authorities? Realize, mister, that you could have done this yourself. You could very well have stood up for authority by yourself.
Hippocrates: And what, have them mock me in my face? These are corrupt children, dear ma'am. What I do will not work on them. Only the cane of justice will.
Mera: And you feel good about it.
Hippocrates: What? What are you saying?
Mera: It's useless hiding from me. I can see your emotions. Your aura. It's ever bright. Bright with the pride you bear for a job well done.
Hippocrates: Certainly so! In what way have I done wrong? I have brought justice. Is that not enough?
Mera: Justice? Heh, law. Say, your name is Hippocrates, correct?
Hippocrates: Indeed it is. Why?
Mera: Haha. The irony. Surely, things are not as they seem.
Hippocrates: I do not understand you. Please.
Mera: Does it matter? You have done a good job, Hippocrates. But reconsider your oath.
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Because Jun Yi and Gid have done so. And worry not about Mera's 5th line. It'll be explained later.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Riezz, and, uh, Karan
Too many conversations in my mind, my mind asplode lawlz. Honestly, it's hard to resist writing when you have like 10 stories in your head. It just loses its charm really quick. Writing about life is unique. But before I write about unique life, I must find uniqueness in mundane life. And after a long time you realize repeating trends occur. So yeah, my head is stuck for now >_>
On another note, I have been surprised somewhat. It seems more people read my blog than I take credit for. Quote conversation between Jarrel, Karan and I.
Karan: Hey Jarrel who's this fella
Jarrel: Herrick Ong; you probably don't know him.
Karan: Hmm, heard of him somewhere.
Jarrel: Uh, what?
Moi: Hmm o_O
Karan: I think I've seen his name on a number of blogs. Like, Michael Wee links to him. Zhang Quan links to him...
Jarrel: Ronald Ip?
Karan: Yeah, Ronald links to him...
Moi: Yeah, Ronald links to me. Dunno why he likes reading my blog.
Karan: Hmm. Wait, are you jokerus.blogspot.com?
Moi: Uhh, yeah.
Karan: *Sticks out hand*
Moi: Uhh o_O
Karan: I like your stories, they're very nice.
Moi: Uhhhhhh. Ok... *Shakes hand*
Well, that explains the larger amount of people reading my blog even though Japanese viewage has decrease. Nonetheless I feel somewhat curious. If any of you read this blog, do comment and state your name, well, or your alias >_> I'm rather curious as to how many people actually read my blog.
And uhh includes people from my class. I don't know who actually reads my blog. I mean, Jarrel Seah said his dad read my blog once. I'm like uber o_O.
>_> *blatant* Readers who know me well enough are also recommended to fill out my Johari/Nohari. >___________>
On another note, I have been surprised somewhat. It seems more people read my blog than I take credit for. Quote conversation between Jarrel, Karan and I.
Karan: Hey Jarrel who's this fella
Jarrel: Herrick Ong; you probably don't know him.
Karan: Hmm, heard of him somewhere.
Jarrel: Uh, what?
Moi: Hmm o_O
Karan: I think I've seen his name on a number of blogs. Like, Michael Wee links to him. Zhang Quan links to him...
Jarrel: Ronald Ip?
Karan: Yeah, Ronald links to him...
Moi: Yeah, Ronald links to me. Dunno why he likes reading my blog.
Karan: Hmm. Wait, are you jokerus.blogspot.com?
Moi: Uhh, yeah.
Karan: *Sticks out hand*
Moi: Uhh o_O
Karan: I like your stories, they're very nice.
Moi: Uhhhhhh. Ok... *Shakes hand*
Well, that explains the larger amount of people reading my blog even though Japanese viewage has decrease. Nonetheless I feel somewhat curious. If any of you read this blog, do comment and state your name, well, or your alias >_> I'm rather curious as to how many people actually read my blog.
And uhh includes people from my class. I don't know who actually reads my blog. I mean, Jarrel Seah said his dad read my blog once. I'm like uber o_O.
>_> *blatant* Readers who know me well enough are also recommended to fill out my Johari/Nohari. >___________>
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Riezz and Feceof
Riezz: Just a regular cappuccino, please.
The owner: Certainly. A regular coming right up. And you would be?
Riezz: Just a mere travell\er by the name of Riezz. And the man brewing for me is?
The owner: Just a mere restaurant owner by the name of Feceof. Your tea, sir.
Riezz: Not just any mere restaurant owner, Mr. This traveler here can ascertain that this is a far higher standard quality of coffee, just from the smell. Surely the beans you use are not normal. Are they from the North?
Feceof: Surely you cannot be a mere traveler to know that. May I inquire as to how you could tell such?
Riezz: I have had the opportunity of knowing their aroma; An enticing bittersweet smell, strong yet natural, sweet yet bold. These coffee beans are a rare breed indeed. But this is the Western region. Surely their lifespan is too short to import. Explain please, how you have such rarities on hand.
Feceof: Certainly, but how do you know they are rarities?
Riezz: A traveler experiences the most magnificent of the most trivial, and drinking coffee happens to be a triviality.
Feceof: Well said. Come over here, then. I cannot bring you into my garden, but I presume a window would satisfy just as well.
Riezz: Definitely; what value does a rarity bear if you can hold it? But I must inquire nonetheless. It is of no doubt that you brew the best coffee in the region, but you could've chosen to place your restaurant in a less desolate location. I forsee three men at most crossing this road per quarter.
Feceof: I certainly have thought about it; why not share this wonder with everyone in the city? I would get rich quickly.
Riezz: Then what holds you back?
Feceof: A simple idea. Should it not be those who seek out rarities be those who get them? My restaurant lies along this road to reward travelers who seek. And for those who chance upon this minor stop in life? But an incentive for them to continue. A triviality, if magnificent, is no triviality, no?
Riezz: Certainly, but I see that as no motivation for making such a beautiful restaurant.
Feceof: Is there a need for motivation? I have a rarity here with my coffee. I will share it, but I rather my coffee remain a rarity. If a sage lived for a thousand years instead of eighty, there would be no longer any magnificence in asking him trivial questions. I would much like my coffee to keep its magnificence.
Riezz: Well, fair...
Feceof: Surely too much has been said about me. You are the traveler, are you not? I am but a minor stop in life. I do not have the privilege to see my fair share of magnificence outside of this stop. May you spare me a story or two?
Riezz: A story I have, but is it not a triviality to listen?
Feceof: Not from a traveler who knows such details in the trivialities of coffee.
Riezz: Fair. *Tells Feceof of a conversation between Riezz and Eien no Kaze.*
Feceof: Intriguing certainly. To know the aroma of such a rare blend of coffee from a rumour in the wind surely is something rarely heard.
Riezz: As I said. A traveller does have his share of magnificence in trivialities.
Feceof: And what do you do when you realize its presence?
Riezz: I continue, and wander on in search of others.
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Woe. It is hard to write when your mind is so distracted by Shoot the Bullet. Curse you Touhou >_>
The owner: Certainly. A regular coming right up. And you would be?
Riezz: Just a mere travell\er by the name of Riezz. And the man brewing for me is?
The owner: Just a mere restaurant owner by the name of Feceof. Your tea, sir.
Riezz: Not just any mere restaurant owner, Mr. This traveler here can ascertain that this is a far higher standard quality of coffee, just from the smell. Surely the beans you use are not normal. Are they from the North?
Feceof: Surely you cannot be a mere traveler to know that. May I inquire as to how you could tell such?
Riezz: I have had the opportunity of knowing their aroma; An enticing bittersweet smell, strong yet natural, sweet yet bold. These coffee beans are a rare breed indeed. But this is the Western region. Surely their lifespan is too short to import. Explain please, how you have such rarities on hand.
Feceof: Certainly, but how do you know they are rarities?
Riezz: A traveler experiences the most magnificent of the most trivial, and drinking coffee happens to be a triviality.
Feceof: Well said. Come over here, then. I cannot bring you into my garden, but I presume a window would satisfy just as well.
Riezz: Definitely; what value does a rarity bear if you can hold it? But I must inquire nonetheless. It is of no doubt that you brew the best coffee in the region, but you could've chosen to place your restaurant in a less desolate location. I forsee three men at most crossing this road per quarter.
Feceof: I certainly have thought about it; why not share this wonder with everyone in the city? I would get rich quickly.
Riezz: Then what holds you back?
Feceof: A simple idea. Should it not be those who seek out rarities be those who get them? My restaurant lies along this road to reward travelers who seek. And for those who chance upon this minor stop in life? But an incentive for them to continue. A triviality, if magnificent, is no triviality, no?
Riezz: Certainly, but I see that as no motivation for making such a beautiful restaurant.
Feceof: Is there a need for motivation? I have a rarity here with my coffee. I will share it, but I rather my coffee remain a rarity. If a sage lived for a thousand years instead of eighty, there would be no longer any magnificence in asking him trivial questions. I would much like my coffee to keep its magnificence.
Riezz: Well, fair...
Feceof: Surely too much has been said about me. You are the traveler, are you not? I am but a minor stop in life. I do not have the privilege to see my fair share of magnificence outside of this stop. May you spare me a story or two?
Riezz: A story I have, but is it not a triviality to listen?
Feceof: Not from a traveler who knows such details in the trivialities of coffee.
Riezz: Fair. *Tells Feceof of a conversation between Riezz and Eien no Kaze.*
Feceof: Intriguing certainly. To know the aroma of such a rare blend of coffee from a rumour in the wind surely is something rarely heard.
Riezz: As I said. A traveller does have his share of magnificence in trivialities.
Feceof: And what do you do when you realize its presence?
Riezz: I continue, and wander on in search of others.
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Woe. It is hard to write when your mind is so distracted by Shoot the Bullet. Curse you Touhou >_>
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Herr and the Father
I wanted to make a nice post between Riezz and the Flowergirl, but after something that happened just a few minutes ago, I must write something else, because this is pissing me off so bad.
My dad and I were at Courts, because I was looking for some long earphones or something to buy Wesley, or at least those earphone extensions etc.
Two of us split up (He has to buy an optical mouse) and I look for my earphones. After a while, he meets me and finds out I'm not sure where the earphones are. He points and we head there, and look around through the earphones area. Longest was a 1.2m. How long was that in comparison to normal iPod earphones? Hmm, neither of us knew. Easiest way? Ask.
Two of us head over to a sales assistant walking around on the phone (No.1), and my dad decides to ask him. He points to two others at a side sitting down at some counter. My dad is damn pissed, going on about "What kind of service attitude is this?!"
But we head over to the two fellers anyway. They ask what we need help with, and my dad tells one of them to "go to him" (Him being me of course), and meanwhile scolds the other (No.2) about their bad service attitude, wanting to see the manager and all that. I couldn't care less.
(He's been doing so before, and a number of times with the whole family around. Everyone's shown some dislike towards his actions, but he goes on anyway. I really didn't expect for him to do this in the short few minutes where we would just go to Courts for such a short while. =\)
Meanwhile I ask the other feller (No.3) about earphones, the normal iPod earphone lengths, and about extension cords linking the iPod to the earphones. He tells me that the normal iPod earphone is around 1.5m long, and 1.2m is just too short if I want anything longer than an iPod earphone. Darn. I ask about the extension cords, and he tells me that you can buy them in Courts as well. Huh? I ask where they are, and he brings me to them. All this somehow without me getting pissed, or him doing anything remotely close to being deserving of me getting pissed. Maybe it's because I SMILED AND ASKED QUESTIONS NICELY.
As we walk over to another corner of Courts, I turn my head and see my dad talking to No.1, No.2, and the manager. I overhear No.1 apologizing and explaining that he is explaining some stuff to another customer on the phone. I overhear my dad not caring, and continuing to complain to the manager on the apparant shit that the company provides.
Me: Sorry. My father's kinda like that.
No.3: Haha......
He shows me the cords, some being 5m, some being 2m, and the one I picked was 1.2m. Nifty. My dad comes over, pissed, and asks No.3 about how the lengths of the earphones are. I tell him that it's 1.2m in addition to the 1.5m the iPod earphones already have; certainly more than enough.
He decides to ask another random sales assistent as to where the counter is, as if just to try and have more things to scold the manager for. He points his finger in a painfully obvious way, and my dad realizes that the counter was in bloody plain sight. Even I could've told him that. We head to the counter, and he particularly apathetically pays up with his card, etc. I don't really see the cashier being too pleased with such behaviour either.
As we are done, we begin to head out. But my damn father says "Wait a minute, I need to talk to the manager" and goes to the manager AND COMPLAINS SOME MORE. I don't know how long he took. I don't know how much time was spent with me asking No.3 nicely about earphones, but I know sadly all that time he's been scolding No.1 and 2, and the manager.
No.3 and I look at each other. I sigh and shake my head in resignation. He laughs silently. We move away from the commotion.
After a while, he comes to me, and tells me that we're leaving. At the exit is a security guard bowing and saying "Thank you for shopping" to people leaving. He says that to my dad, and he just waves his hand at him indignantly. He bows to me silently, and I bow back. He looks at me, and smiles. I smile back.
We enter the car. I am pissed.
Me: Dad, can you not do that next time?
Dad: Why not? It is my right to expect good service. As a customer I have to be treated as such.
Me: Did you have to go and shout at a person who unfortunately was on the phone attending to ANOTHER CUSTOMER, call for the damn manager, make such a big fuss out of the entire thing?
Dad: Why not? They provide such shit services. And they talk about Singapore wanting to have better standards of service!!!
Me: Do you seriously think that shouting at them every single damn time they make a mistake is going to improve bloody service standards?
Dad: WHY NOT? WAKE THE WHOLE COMPANY UP!
Me (Oh, my gosh. This guy is braindead.)
Dad: You must know your rights. You don't be foolish like that. You see like that, Singapore how to bloody improve their standards?
Me: Maybe think for a while and realize perhaps that you may very well be the cause, and not the consequence.
*We meet up at minor traffic jam because of some weird thing going on*
Dad: See lah! Another zhar bo!
Me: Then go! Shout at him all you like! Go!
*Traffic jam ends*
Dad: You don't know your rights.
Me: You don't know that I had to apologize for you.
Dad: APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT?
Me: Because you were bloody embarrasing me!
Dad: Look, what right do they have to make you apologize?
Me: It wasn't a right! It was an obligation! I WANTED to apologize!
Dad: You don't be foolish. You think by being divine like that will work? Like that Singapore's service standards will never improve!
Me: Do I have to apparently be this divine being that you think I am? What if I just wanted to bloody save face?
Dad: WHY IS THERE A NEED TO SAVE FACE WHEN YOU ARE IN THE RIGHT?
Me: There is a damn difference between right that is legal and one that is moral! I don't care if you're only concerned about the legal part, BUT I CARE ABOUT THE MORAL PART!
Dad: I don't
Me: DO UNTO OTHERS WHAT YOU WANT OTHERS TO DO UNTO YOU. You shouted at them back there, and I'm shouting at you right now!
Dad: OK! I'M PERFECTLY FINE WITH THAT!
Me: ...glad to hear that... (No he didn't hear that)
Dad: But I tell you this now, you had no reason to do that. Remember that YOU are MY son. What moral was there? Huh?
Me: So it's wrong to apologize to someone because...argh. (I just couldn't take it. I was beginning to cry.)
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At home:
Dad: Are you still angry?
Me: YES.
Dad: You don't have to be angry, y'know.
Me: ........................................
Dad: It's just that small thing
Me: It's not just that, Dad. I've been angry at you for years. This is
Dad: What?
Me: NEVER MIND.
Then,
Dad: Ok, you listen. I explain. It's against company law to use a handphone at work. That guy was calling his friend and making personal phone calls, then I wanted to ask him a question, then talk to him and tell him that is not allowed. But he had the cheek to just shove me away and refer me to two other people to answer my question, you get what I mean anot?
Meanwhile I stare at the computer screen. Whatever he has said has not been enough to justify what he has done.
Now:
Dad: Son, listen to me.
Me: *Looking at computer screen*
Dad: Listen to me.
Me: Yes, I'm listening.
Dad: Then look at me. That is the basic minimal courtesy.
Me: And this is the minimal courtesy you provided for those other people.
Dad: Then what about the courtesy that the man provided me with?
Me: (Can't argue with that) *Turns around* Ok, I'm looking at you now.
Dad: So?
Me: ...now you don't even care about the basic courtesy.
Dad: ...look son, you have a right. But I have one too. I was going to say that if you really wanted to, I would go and stop doing such things in front of everyone when you are around. I was going to.
Me: Then why weren't you?
Dad: Because
Me: Because I turned my head around?!
Dad: *pissed, turns his head around*
Good riddance, Dad. Good riddance. Just please, stop trying and pretending to be so noble. You. Are. Not.
Someone help me.
My dad and I were at Courts, because I was looking for some long earphones or something to buy Wesley, or at least those earphone extensions etc.
Two of us split up (He has to buy an optical mouse) and I look for my earphones. After a while, he meets me and finds out I'm not sure where the earphones are. He points and we head there, and look around through the earphones area. Longest was a 1.2m. How long was that in comparison to normal iPod earphones? Hmm, neither of us knew. Easiest way? Ask.
Two of us head over to a sales assistant walking around on the phone (No.1), and my dad decides to ask him. He points to two others at a side sitting down at some counter. My dad is damn pissed, going on about "What kind of service attitude is this?!"
But we head over to the two fellers anyway. They ask what we need help with, and my dad tells one of them to "go to him" (Him being me of course), and meanwhile scolds the other (No.2) about their bad service attitude, wanting to see the manager and all that. I couldn't care less.
(He's been doing so before, and a number of times with the whole family around. Everyone's shown some dislike towards his actions, but he goes on anyway. I really didn't expect for him to do this in the short few minutes where we would just go to Courts for such a short while. =\)
Meanwhile I ask the other feller (No.3) about earphones, the normal iPod earphone lengths, and about extension cords linking the iPod to the earphones. He tells me that the normal iPod earphone is around 1.5m long, and 1.2m is just too short if I want anything longer than an iPod earphone. Darn. I ask about the extension cords, and he tells me that you can buy them in Courts as well. Huh? I ask where they are, and he brings me to them. All this somehow without me getting pissed, or him doing anything remotely close to being deserving of me getting pissed. Maybe it's because I SMILED AND ASKED QUESTIONS NICELY.
As we walk over to another corner of Courts, I turn my head and see my dad talking to No.1, No.2, and the manager. I overhear No.1 apologizing and explaining that he is explaining some stuff to another customer on the phone. I overhear my dad not caring, and continuing to complain to the manager on the apparant shit that the company provides.
Me: Sorry. My father's kinda like that.
No.3: Haha......
He shows me the cords, some being 5m, some being 2m, and the one I picked was 1.2m. Nifty. My dad comes over, pissed, and asks No.3 about how the lengths of the earphones are. I tell him that it's 1.2m in addition to the 1.5m the iPod earphones already have; certainly more than enough.
He decides to ask another random sales assistent as to where the counter is, as if just to try and have more things to scold the manager for. He points his finger in a painfully obvious way, and my dad realizes that the counter was in bloody plain sight. Even I could've told him that. We head to the counter, and he particularly apathetically pays up with his card, etc. I don't really see the cashier being too pleased with such behaviour either.
As we are done, we begin to head out. But my damn father says "Wait a minute, I need to talk to the manager" and goes to the manager AND COMPLAINS SOME MORE. I don't know how long he took. I don't know how much time was spent with me asking No.3 nicely about earphones, but I know sadly all that time he's been scolding No.1 and 2, and the manager.
No.3 and I look at each other. I sigh and shake my head in resignation. He laughs silently. We move away from the commotion.
After a while, he comes to me, and tells me that we're leaving. At the exit is a security guard bowing and saying "Thank you for shopping" to people leaving. He says that to my dad, and he just waves his hand at him indignantly. He bows to me silently, and I bow back. He looks at me, and smiles. I smile back.
We enter the car. I am pissed.
Me: Dad, can you not do that next time?
Dad: Why not? It is my right to expect good service. As a customer I have to be treated as such.
Me: Did you have to go and shout at a person who unfortunately was on the phone attending to ANOTHER CUSTOMER, call for the damn manager, make such a big fuss out of the entire thing?
Dad: Why not? They provide such shit services. And they talk about Singapore wanting to have better standards of service!!!
Me: Do you seriously think that shouting at them every single damn time they make a mistake is going to improve bloody service standards?
Dad: WHY NOT? WAKE THE WHOLE COMPANY UP!
Me (Oh, my gosh. This guy is braindead.)
Dad: You must know your rights. You don't be foolish like that. You see like that, Singapore how to bloody improve their standards?
Me: Maybe think for a while and realize perhaps that you may very well be the cause, and not the consequence.
*We meet up at minor traffic jam because of some weird thing going on*
Dad: See lah! Another zhar bo!
Me: Then go! Shout at him all you like! Go!
*Traffic jam ends*
Dad: You don't know your rights.
Me: You don't know that I had to apologize for you.
Dad: APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT?
Me: Because you were bloody embarrasing me!
Dad: Look, what right do they have to make you apologize?
Me: It wasn't a right! It was an obligation! I WANTED to apologize!
Dad: You don't be foolish. You think by being divine like that will work? Like that Singapore's service standards will never improve!
Me: Do I have to apparently be this divine being that you think I am? What if I just wanted to bloody save face?
Dad: WHY IS THERE A NEED TO SAVE FACE WHEN YOU ARE IN THE RIGHT?
Me: There is a damn difference between right that is legal and one that is moral! I don't care if you're only concerned about the legal part, BUT I CARE ABOUT THE MORAL PART!
Dad: I don't
Me: DO UNTO OTHERS WHAT YOU WANT OTHERS TO DO UNTO YOU. You shouted at them back there, and I'm shouting at you right now!
Dad: OK! I'M PERFECTLY FINE WITH THAT!
Me: ...glad to hear that... (No he didn't hear that)
Dad: But I tell you this now, you had no reason to do that. Remember that YOU are MY son. What moral was there? Huh?
Me: So it's wrong to apologize to someone because...argh. (I just couldn't take it. I was beginning to cry.)
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At home:
Dad: Are you still angry?
Me: YES.
Dad: You don't have to be angry, y'know.
Me: ........................................
Dad: It's just that small thing
Me: It's not just that, Dad. I've been angry at you for years. This is
Dad: What?
Me: NEVER MIND.
Then,
Dad: Ok, you listen. I explain. It's against company law to use a handphone at work. That guy was calling his friend and making personal phone calls, then I wanted to ask him a question, then talk to him and tell him that is not allowed. But he had the cheek to just shove me away and refer me to two other people to answer my question, you get what I mean anot?
Meanwhile I stare at the computer screen. Whatever he has said has not been enough to justify what he has done.
Now:
Dad: Son, listen to me.
Me: *Looking at computer screen*
Dad: Listen to me.
Me: Yes, I'm listening.
Dad: Then look at me. That is the basic minimal courtesy.
Me: And this is the minimal courtesy you provided for those other people.
Dad: Then what about the courtesy that the man provided me with?
Me: (Can't argue with that) *Turns around* Ok, I'm looking at you now.
Dad: So?
Me: ...now you don't even care about the basic courtesy.
Dad: ...look son, you have a right. But I have one too. I was going to say that if you really wanted to, I would go and stop doing such things in front of everyone when you are around. I was going to.
Me: Then why weren't you?
Dad: Because
Me: Because I turned my head around?!
Dad: *pissed, turns his head around*
Good riddance, Dad. Good riddance. Just please, stop trying and pretending to be so noble. You. Are. Not.
Someone help me.
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