Old Bean's Day

i called my dad last night, which was around 3pm Msian time, to do what all kids should do - wish him happy father's day. he thanked me briskly and then went on to tell me about the renovation at home, and that they're picking out stuff for it at the store. he said he's getting ready to welcome me home and will paint my room pink for me haha. he knows i won't be back until the summer of next year - and that's if everything goes well - and i know he doesn't really mean what he said but it's still nice to hear those from him. makes my heart smile :)

but happy moments don't last. it bothered me when he said oh by the way i'm gonna tear down all your posters you put up on your bookshelf's sliding glass, because according to him it's too childish and ugly (the color has faded from the posters, you see). and i was like, noooo you can't do that!! that way all my book covers will fade because of the sunlight shining through the window! he said no the sun doesn't shine through the window, which is an absolutely illegitimate argument, everybody knows that - how else did my posters fade in color!! grrrr! so when i argued that it's my room i should be able to put up whatever posters i want wherever and that he shouldn't tamper with anything in my room (i know this was a very immature statement to make but i was a little too agitated to think straight), he said uhh no it's not your room anymore since you're not around; it's a guest room now and it's unsightly to have those faded old posters lying around in the room. pssshhhhh!!! why is my dad liddat! so mean!

this was meant to be a nice little post wishing him happy father's day, yet now it has turned into a whiny post about how i should be able to keep my room the way it is. bah! no good. sigh, i only hope he was half joking and won't do those thing he said he would. and i hope my mom will be able to 'protect' the remains of my room (god knows what it has become since i left).

the phone call ended with me pleading my mom to do something about it, and if my dad insisted on having the posters torn down, then my bookshelf should be moved away from the windows. i don't really care about the posters; just want to protect my books from the sun. in hindsight, i guess my dad has a point. it's been 2 years 9 months and 9 days since i last slept in my room. i guess if you're not around for a time long enough, you're as good as non-existent. and so technically, since i can't claim that as my room anymore, he can do whatever he wants with it. but even so! it still makes me sad that i felt as if i lost my place at home. :((

lou dao, if you're reading this, just leave the posters the way it is larr harrr! pleease please pleaseeee? it's more work for you to take them down, and it's even more work to move that huge shelf! don't be so anal okay daddy! :P i will buy you coffee and marble cheesecake when i see you next time in exchange! deal? :)

lastly, i wish all fathers happy father's day!