I am filled with uncertainty as I serve my last few days at work.

Just as I have enough to vex over my plate, my dad kicked up a ruckus. He has been expecting alot from his children but I don't remember expecting alot from him as a father. It seems like whatever we do were never sufficient to please him. He rattled on, it's useless to raise us up. Not on one or two occasions but as a constant quote when he flared up. This is only a pie from a whole but it's bad enough. I know where my negative genes came from.

From young, we do not have toys good enough to play with, let alone to show off to friends. A big box of legos was what he bought for us. Maybe a remote control toy car for my brother? But that pretty much sums up all.

He doesn't interact with us, or even ask us 'have you learnt your spelling?', 'when are your exams or are they over?'. Hilariously, he can forget how old we are now. He'll accuse us when his things goes missing, like newspapers, or beat the pulp out of my brother when he couldn't find his caliper he misplaced. As a rowdy pair of kids who often jostle with each other, if we were unfortunate and woke him up, we would be whipped badly without a doubt.

I did not travel till I was 15 years old, when I took my first flight to Penang. I had 2 trips to Genting and period. I vowed to see the world by myself, to relish my deprievation since childhood.

I had a make-over for my room by slamming my 1.5 year end bonus. Why? Because he said that everything from the house was from his money. It doesn't take a genius to guess what he'll do next, I'll have the street as my bed and sky as my sheets.