"Break It Down Now!"

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Words Of A Father

"Tell me, what good thing have you done for us? Nothing. You are a good-for-nothing idiot who thinks he's so smart. You are useless and problematic. I mean, what have you done for the past few days? Dancing? Staying overnight at parties with people I don't know? You've been like this since you started dancing. I never liked your dancing. I just pretended to.

And next time you go out, don't you dare come back. In fact, I want you out of my house by the time I get home for dinner. Am I cle-"

Yeah, I hung up.

I don't give a fuck anymore. I'm tired of all this shit, you fucking abusive cheating drunkard. I'm sick of my family. I'm sick of my life. And I'm sick of people leaving me behind WHEN I need them the most.

What really happened?

Well, here's the deal. I just came home from Sara's Sweet Sixteen birthday party at East Coast Park, and I was having a really eager-to-burst bladder, ever since I boarded the train at Jurong East. Tahan and tahan all the way to home. What happened? I was stuck at the door for 20 minutes as I knocked, rang the doorbell and shouted. 20 fucking minutes of holding it in, while some fucking banglahs building the elevator stared at me. My maid finally opened the door, staring at me and scolding me for being so impatient. First WTF.

Ran to the toilet, did my thing, walked out, saw my younger brother watching TV. That motherfucker. While I was down there, calling his fucking name as loud as hell, he just sat there watching TV. And he said he heard me too. But did he do anything? No. That stupid little idiot just kept watching TV. So, I scolded him, but he didn't even give a shit. So, I switched off the TV. He shouted at me, then switched it back on. Second WTF. So, I switched it off again. This time, he started crying.

Then, as always, being the biased annoying bitch that she is, my maid came up and started to scold me again, saying something about telling Clark not to open the door if there was a doorbell cause it's broken. WTF, doorbell? What about the knocking and the shouting? What, the door was moving on its own, the hinges broken, and the speaker downstairs too? Motherfucking idiots. Shouted here. Shouted there. Called my younger brother a fucking retarded gay (Word by word) for crying over a fucking television while I was calling for him.

My maid retreated, and so did my younger brother. And then, suddenly they called my dad and started telling fucking lies like me hitting my younger brother and throwing things at him. I was throwing things at the fucking TV for being more important than me! And my dad called me, and that is an extract of the long and hurtful things he said. Hung up at the end, of course. Pointing my middle finger at my phone the whole time. I'm packing my stuff now, complentating whether I should leave or not. To where, I don't care. Just anywhere.

And to a few people:

Jessie: Really, jessie, what the hell happened to us? You were one of my closest friend, someone I really treasured and was grateful for. You seemed to be the only one who knew that I was hurt, no matter how hard I tried to hide it. And you helped me drop the habit of smoking too, if you don't realise it. I have no idea what happened between us and suddenly, you're all hostile at me. What did I do wrong? I really need your support and encouragement again, Jessie. And thank you for leaving me when I needed you.

Faana and Nad: Yeah... You know the story. I still can't believe you two did that to me, you know. You saw my tears. You saw my reaction. You saw my attitude. When you girls did the same, I was there to comfort you. This time, what did you do in return? Leave me without saying a word.

Dad: Fuck you. That's all I gotta say. Fuck you for almost leaving my mom, my siblings and I to fend for ourselves as you run off with her to America. Fuck you for shouting at my mom everytime she tried to stop you from going out with her. Fuck you for throwing me against the cupboard when I tried to stop you. Fuck you for the shit you've given my life.

Oh, and fuck you for being so selfish and not take your medicine. If you had done it, then we wouldn't be in this fucked-up financial crisis in the fucking first place! You wouldn't have needed that operation, and those fucking injections and we wouldn't be this poor in the first place.

And to everyone else who continue to give me shit no matter how much I suck up to you:

FUCK
YOU
ALL

Thank you.

-Peace, DP

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