Oh. Wait. Almost forgot.

Now I know the entire sequence of events which led me to be pissed off.

First, he gives the directions to Solaris, Mont Kiara. Correct directions.
Then, on the reunion day, not knowing much, I direct dad to Solaris and we find that Departure Lounge is closed.
I call him for explanation.
Suddenly he tells me that it's in Damansara Perdana, in a place called Bianco.
Dad gets very worried because he can't find the place.
When dad asks directions from him, he can't pinpoint the exact place.
I get worried because I need to be there to take the C1 exam guidebooks.
I come there at 7:30.
I discover that they're leaving at 8:00 which leaves me only half an hour of reunion.
I get flustered because dad wants me back in one piece, and back home, and he doesn't want me to be dropped at public places.
He - not dad - he, gets pissed.
A friend decides to give me a lift home.
The next day he calls me during Ms Sunbeam's class and asks if we can have a class.
Out of empathy, I say, yes, we can have a class.
Then the day after, I realise that she wants to see us in the morning. And that there's a great deal of final revision to be done before Paper 3.
Not wanting to risk anything for the sake of my A-Levels success, I tell him, sorry, I can't have a class.
He thinks I'm changing the time according to my whims and fancies and tells me that he doesn't want to teach me.
He and I get into a row.
He sends me a rude SMS.
I play the silent game with him.

And that's how it's been ever since.

To be honest, I'm not doing half of what he did to me on Sunday, November 2nd. He told me he sent a message, but to the old number. Doesn't he know that if a person doesn't respond, something must be wrong somewhere ? I don't understand why he's keeping the old number when he can actually replace it with my new one. Oh, and by the way, he didn't even have the decency to e-mail me or to send me an SMS to the new number after realising that he didn't get any response. Had he told me about the change of venue at least two days before November 2nd, Dad would've helped me find my way, and on the real day, he wouldn't be worried, I wouldn't be worried, I wouldn't have gotten flustered, and none of this f*ing s* would have happened.

Who's behaving like a child now ?
Who needs to look up the words "respect", "reasonable" and "consideration" in the dictionary ? Tell me !

If you're reading this post, let me tell you right now that you'll have to be prepared for Thursday morning. I'll be admonishing you as if you were a schoolboy. Several people have pleaded with me not to scold you despite the fact that they know the kind of person that you are. I'll only listen to them a little bit. But this time, I'm hardening my heart. Had you not been so unreasonable, none of this would've happened, and there wouldn't be any animosity between us. If you still think that what you did is right, I think I'll have to get the Ed Min to send you back to primary school, moral class. Mom called you a little tyke some years back ; I didn't think it to be so.

Until now. And wherever she is, I pray that eternal rest flow unto her weary soul. If she's up there by now, I can imagine how she's rolling her eyes and shaking her head in disbelief at your behaviour.

If no one can talk some horse sense into you, I can. And I don't give a f* about those VIPs. I know Zia was there, and she's a Tengku, but what does it matter to me ? Let them know that I'm 17, that I'm troisnyx*, and to everyone, his personality. I'm excited, let it be ! It's not like I'm yelling out a string of expletives to everyone present. And by the way, for the rest of the night while I was there I calmed myself down, hoping that you'd take full notice of the change, when you actually didn't. I don't give a f* - rich or poor, VIP or layman, I'm being myself, and I want you to respect that.

Oh, and if you think I didn't respect them... take a good look at yourself first. You didn't respect me when you gave me the news on the last minute.

Do you know what you are ? Well. Let me tell you now. You're a plain old mule, and you need to be harshly beaten on the back to gain some sense. You need to lose a loved one to understand what things you have to do. You fail to realise that my dad only has me and I have only him left, and mom wrote on the paper during her last few days, "You only have each other" - and no doubt, I would be worried. You need someone around you to die in order to realise what kind of emotional struggle I'm going through. Not that I want anyone to die, but it's only when you lose a loved one that you'll get to put yourself in my shoes. Oh, and don't say you'll put that behind you. Because we all know the end of life is certain, but unexpected - and you'll be struggling to fill the void in your life.

And when you call for me at that moment, don't even think I'll be there for you. Because you weren't really there for me when I needed support.