Just have to make a quick post before i go and get ready to head to English tutor and following that, my traditional sessions with Annie afterwards.

What the fuck really? I don't understand my dad and i don't think i will ever will nor will i want to understand him because it seems that he has this narrowed, self-conceived mind.

So i am up to my second box in selling 48 mixed Cadbury products that i have traded with my fellow peers. 3:15pm, i wait for my father to pick me up from school because i am a lazy bastard who does not choose to walk 2kms or so. I get in the car and He sees me holding my yellow box and chucks his crap at me " Omg, why are you selling this rubbish (the chocolates) for the school? You're wasting your time, your efforts"

"Dad it's freaking year 12. I am fundraising. Each box i sell i get $24"

Apparently, i don't think his mind immediately processed my words of gaining $24 each time i sell a box of chocky.

"it's always about the school. you're wasting your time."

"I don't see you paying approx $200 for me"

"$200. WHAT?! You're in year 12 and you need $200? Year 12 isn't the biggest thing in your life. The things you are going to buy are going to be useless after you get out of school. What are you going to do about them? Just leave it there, collect dust?  So what.. 100 people.. $20 000. Is everyone going to sell chocolates. The SCHOOL is going to get $20 000. They're ripping you off"

"OMG DAD. Why don't you believe me!? I get the profit not the freaking school. I am helping myself! Jesus, every other year 12 student in the freaking area is doing it. Aright then. Okay don't listen to me. Go ask your friends. Go ask your friends who has sons and daughters in my grade and ask them are THEY selling chocolates. Look, I'M doing all the work! NOT YOU DAD. I don't need your help"

"Oh okay, you said so, you said that you don't need my help, that's all i need to know"

Clara  becomes all frustrated and pissed off and no one speaks. Brian walks in the car.

Note: Everything was said in Cantonese.

Typical Asian dad, isn't it? I am trying to help myself and the family by paying an amount for my Year 12 necessities. So all the payment doesn't depend on the rents, and this is the shit i get?! They just don't understand the importance of having a recollections of year  12. Uh huh, my dad is from VN, he went to school there and didn't grow up with the luxuries, i have today, therefore it is ALMOST understandable that he doesn't understand the significance of year 12. But cmon, fit into the context of the time- the 21st century, Australia. He talks to his mates about me and likewise with his mates, they talk about their sons/daughters of the same age as i am. He understands the HSC, UAI, UNI system. So i don't see why he can't understand how imperative in remembering year 12 for me.

*Sigh*, at least mum is a wee more supportive

arrgs. Okay i'm off.
Good day.

Btws, i got my school photos back  (emoticon shall determine everything).

<update> Oh great... he just totally left without me by blaming that it is my fault that i am inpunctual. Firstly, we usually leave the house at 5 20. Today, he leaves at 5. I tell him that we usually leave at 5 20 and the ARJDFGKDFJGKDJ goes " I NEVER LEAVE AT 5 20" . BULL FUCKING SHIT. I GET TO ANNIE'S HOUSE AT 5 30 . IT DOES NOT TAKE 1/2 HR TO GET TO ANNIES HOUSE WHEN IT IS JUST AT CABRA RD.  FUCKING HELL, IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT HE HAD A HANG OVER THIS MORNING WHICH MADE HIS DAY WORST. IF HE WANTS 5. I MAKE 5 NEXT NEXT WEEK AND IF I DON'T GET 5 THEN I AM GOING TO SKIZ REGARDLESS IF I GET IN TROUBLE OR NOT! Call me disrespectful or whatever, but seriously i need to smack some sense of reality at him.