Work Work

Hehehehehehe.... Went to work for this past few days, helping my dad out... Damn, there's always so much things to learn from him.... he always knows how to solve his technical problems... Oh ya... my dad works as a part-time contractor-maintenance worker... trained when he was in primary school by my Ah Kong, I daresay he had surpassed all my uncles... yet... he is nowhere successful as them... (nvm the long history... its damn complicated). So we were supposed to build a partition in a section of the wall and change some doors and build a 2 step stairs... pretty easy job... I learnt how to cut glass, mix cement, learn some other things that most people doesn't know about...

Hell, I really really respect my dad. Really do. (I've always wanted to type this). I remember once we were sitting in the living room watching a James Bond movie, I was having a beer with him and we were laughing at Roger Moore's humourous antics when suddenly he blurted out, "Son, they killed your grandfather." I almost choked on my beer and I thought for a while. Ya I know, but we have no way of knowing it, no proof at all, besides, that SOB really deserved it. (And ya, he is a real goddamned JERK) So I said, "Dad, Ah Kong deserves it." I thought he would fall silent for a while and maybe that would be the end of the discussion. Instead, he said, "No, though he had committed such atrocities, a murder is still a murder, it is not the path of righteousness!"

Immediately I was ashamed, I glanced at the altar in front of, the idol of the Lord Guan Yu, sat on it, with his fierce stare and yet kind smile. The face and aura of righteousness all around it. The path of righteousness, a path I had put pride into following, and I just screwed it up. I was so ashamed of myself. He just smiled and said, "don't worry son, they will get their own ends too, its just that I couldn't bear the thought of them killing him after he had treated them so well. " and he went to sleep. I went to my Ah Kong's altar, lighted incense and prayed. I look at his tablet. Damn, his other sons wouldn't even want to go to his funeral, they used 'different religions' as their excuse, even refusing to bring his tablet (and even his picture) back, and after a game of Pass-Me-Around, the tablet and picture ended up in our possession. Traditionally, it should not be this way, the elder son should be the one taking it, but he quoted religious differences, and the others followed suite, my father is the 4th son, he just stared at them, took it and left without a word. Hehehehehehehe, of all the sons, my Ah Kong hated my father the most. We couldn't understand why, nvm, its another segment of boring, complicating histoy. But, to even fight for someone who hated him, I think thats really something, and something that I don't think I'll ever do.