I have a dad.

Here's a respond, Screamo. You say I should get thrown into a boy's home? If you think I'm close to my mom, then I shall tell you that I am not in the least, close to her. Since the moment I've entered the world officially, that is when my name is registered to be a Singaporean, I've stayed with another family. For 6, fucking, years. And regretfully, I enjoyed my stay there. When my parents came to visit me, I called my father "Uncle" and my mother "Auntie". That's how bad it was, Screamo. My mum's face was livid and she whacked the hell outta me. IN THE HOME OF SOMEONE ELSE. And let me tell you, the same was for my sister. I treated her like any other person, like a friend or something. And during that period of time, during my birthdays, they bought a cake for me, WITHOUT FAIL. They are not really well-to-do. With two daughters still in university, a son in the army, my Ee-poh (that's my maternal grandmother's younger sister) was unemployed and her husband was a taxi-driver. They were living in a one room flat, so you can tell how poor they are. Nevertheless, they bought gifts for me, got me toys and showering their love on me. Even their kids got me something which I still keep today. A mickey mouse cup, when I was 4 years old. What did I get from my OWN DAD AND MOM? Nothing, dude. Nothing. Not even a call to wish me Happy Birthday. After I was six, I moved back, and I cried, threw tantrums all over and my mum took the cane and whacked me. My dad would hurry over, and stop her. I was six dude. Imagine, when suddenly you move to a foreign environment at a young age, you will feel scared and cry. That goes the same for me, and my sister. Yes, Screamo. Me and my sister were seperated from birth and I only knew this fact when I was 6.
Primary 1, no band 1 = the cane. When teachers commented that I was talkative, I also got caned. I twisted my ankle, I was not shown sympathy. And yes dude, recess. 30 cents a day, only enough for a fishcake and a fishball. Or a nugget. No more. Only during my birthdays, while sending me to school, my dad will give me 6 dollars to spend. AND MY MUM WILL ASK ME WHERE THE MONEY DAD GAVE ME WENT. I HAD TO PAY HER BACK, FOR 4 WEEKS I STARVED IN SCHOOL. 6 dollars divided by 30 cents = 20 days. Only during primary 2, I got 50 cents a day.
To those that know me, you see me having luxuries, yea. ALL THIS IS PAID BY MY DAD BITCHES. What's the responsibilty of my mum? To bring me to buy the stuff I wanted. What about you Screamo? I BET YOU HAVE A LOVING MOTHER WHO PAMPERS YOU. I cannot confide with my mother, she will spill everything out to her colleagues and my relatives. You tell me to love my mum? That's as good as telling me to take a knife and chop of my balls. No matter what, I won't turn my back on my father cause only he supports whatever I do. Not to mention, that others come to my blog to say that I'm a blessed kid who doesn't know about my mum's intention, I shall tell you the truth. Her pleasure comes from the pain I receive. I am not her toy. She may have carried me in her fucking womb, but who took care of me when I was young? My Ee-por. In her eyes, I am always in the wrong. She is always right. Look Screamo, if you still think my mum is some holy saint, Fuck to you. I don't care if you chup in what-so-ever gang or you work for the Government, look at this entry. AND UNDERSTAND. Note, even my name was given by some dumb fortune-teller. They did not name me, except to put that surname on my birth certificate.

Damn, thinking of the past makes me cry.