My tear glands are constipated.
Even they know better than to cry for a heartless someone who has never treated me right, let alone loved me.

I might have constantly shrugged the issue off with a fake smile plastered on my face in front of my very close friends.
But that doesn't make it okay.
Sexism and bias is never okay.

I'm more infuriated than amused than the fact that you were so proud in admitting that you, a married man, went seeking for prostitutes in Thailand when I was two and suffering from asthma and Mom had to hail cabs to rush me from one doctor or another because I often had difficulty in breathing.
I'm pissed off instead of being used of the fact that you love swearing and throwing random, unpredicted tantrums in the shopping malls so that you could embarrass us all and shame us into going home just because you were tired of us shopping for clothes.
But most of all, today, I'm fucking furious of the way you threatened to not fetch me to interviews ever again just because I spent 15 minutes shopping as I still had an hour till my interview.
Great, then don't.

COME ON.
IT'S FUCKING DARN OBVIOUS - YOU ARE ONLY PUTTING UP WITH FETCHING ME TO INTERVIEWS JUST SO THAT YOU COULD SAY THAT "I WAS THE REASON MY DAUGHTER SUCCEEDS" A GOOD FOUR YEARS LATER.

It's really really intriguing that how you stop talking to me whenever I refuse to obey your unreasonable instructions as if they were meant for a dog, only to make up to me RIGHT AFTER MY PMR AND SPM RESULTS WERE RELEASED.
It's even more fucking amazing how you went about telling everyone how your daughter is was gonna be a doctor even if the only thing you've done was just sending me to the interview (plus the swearing and chastising in car, which made me felt as if I'm not a human - I was lucky I regained my composure right before my interview that day, but I WASN'T SO FORTUNATE TODAY), and almost disowned me right after I rejected the offer, and well, OF COURSE, made it up to me when you heard I was accepted to a few UK unis and fervently sends sent me to two interviews today.

And best of all?
You refused to spend even a cent on my education because I declined The Great JPA Medicine offer.
Right now, I'm just really really grateful that Mom's going through hell to fund my education.
But let me just make it clear that YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE IS NOT GETTING AWAY.
I tried forgiving you, thinking that you'll change for the better, just like Mom still does.
BUT I CAN'T CAN'T CAN'T FORGET HOW YOU MADE MOM, TOUGH MOM WHO HAS NEVER CRIED, WAILED LIKE A HELPLESS WOMAN BECAUSE APPARENTLY HER FUCKING HUSBAND WAS HUMPING A WHORE ELSEWHERE, AND HOW YOU TURNED HER INTO THIS PARANOID INSECURE WOMAN NOW.
NEITHER CAN I FORGET THE FEAR I FELT FOR YOU WHEN I WAS LITTLE WHENEVER BRO STARTED CRYING, OR GETTING OVER YOU CANING ME SO THAT I WOULDN'T TELL MOM THAT BRO COMMITTED A MISTAKE.
I will NEVER let my future children anywhere near you, mind you, BECAUSE YOU ARE A BEAST WHO GAVE ME A DYSFUNCTIONAL CHILDHOOD.

Oh, and lastly, I should probably thank you for everything you've done for me since God of all races wants us to be appreciative : so thanks for your sperm that makes up half my genes and for paying RM1296 of house loan per month so that all of us have a home to live in. That's about it, I guess, Father?