A Big Bowl of Crazy On Christmas Day

My dad has many weird convictions.
So far this tops it all.
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Scene: I was staring at my bamboo tree and found it to be rather messy. So on a whim, I decided to trim it a little. Dad walks in and...
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Conversation went like this:
DAD: What are you doing FD?
FD: Trimming the bamboo tree.
DAD: Stop it (he said firmly)
FD: Why?
DAD: Do not cut trees at night.
FD: Why?
DAD: I said don't cut so don't cut.
FD: Right.. I will stop cutting but why can't trees be cut at night?
DAD: It's unnatural.
FD: It's unnatural to cut trees at night? (I was rolling my eyes + repeating what he said in a sarcastic tone)
DAD: Have you seen anyone cutting trees at night?
FD: In fact I have.
DAD: No you have not. (here he was insisting that I was lying to back up his claim that no one cuts trees at night because it was unnatural)
FD: I'll stop. But listen to what you are saying. Repeat what you have said to any rational man on the street and he will think you are insane.
DAD: Just don't cut trees at night... and I going to bed.
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I just stopped and left it as that. I seldom witness my dad behaving in such an odd manner, to the extent of conjuring up crazy reasons to justify his very weird beliefs. I think it is one of his weird voodoo mystical beliefs. I guess people of his generation have a lot of taboos and voodoo wishy washys that were drilled into their heads by the generation before theirs.
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And, he believes it so much he actually played the "I AM YOUR DAD SO JUST DO WHAT I SAY" Card.
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Quite baffling indeed.

Pensive

Thinking about many things lately.
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There are so many things I am forced to do.
I find so little freedom in this life that I lead.
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I would like to be in a better state of mind.
Sometimes, I'd rather be weak.
Even if is for but a moment.
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I feel a little helpless.
Don't know what to do.
I smile and shrug it off.
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I feel like crying and screaming all at once.
But I don't because that does nothing...
Nothing to alter this Futile cause.
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God God God
Hope Hope Hope
Pray Pray Pray
Faith Faith Faith
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I'm beginning to loathe those 4 words.
It is not so simple.
Never is, I guess.
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God,
Your creation is pissing me off.
I feel like punching the apple of your eye.
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I restraint myself because...
Punching them would be punching you.
So says You.
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So. You're the Rock.
They're the hard place.
I'm stuck in-between.
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Maybe I need a break.
From them.
If you reside in them.
Then
Perhaps I need a break from You.
If you reside in me.
Then I need a break from myself.
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I find it harder to love those you love.
In my heart I know they piss You off too.
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Enuff said.

A Compromising Gift

My Birthday is in a few hours time.
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Yay for me.
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My dad got me something very nice.
You see, I have been lobbying for a cat as a pet.
But, my dad would frown at the mere mention of the proposal,
no matter how many times I bring it up.
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So you can see why - from the picture below - I find my gift so amusing.
It is sort of his way of saying
"This is as far as I will go with all this talk of having a cat in the house."
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I love cats.
He loves Ivory.
Guess what he got me.
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That Makes it Three times

It happened again. That makes it 3.
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This time.
Some kid ran over, grabbed my hand and started to drag me along.
Where?
How would I know.
Well I soon found out when he said,
"Daddy, mommy's that way."
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I let the kid drag me around the mall for a minute or so before I heard some laughter.
His family realized he dragged the wrong person to meet them.
They were more embarrassed than apologetic.
The kid was a little shocked.
I just shook it off.
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I believe this is a sign.
Not a sign that fatherhood is around the corner for me.
More a sign that Singaporean kids are getting myopic at a very tender age.