When will this parental shit ever stop?
People have said that I'm demanding, self centred and selfish. I say that I'm just full of angst. According to my sister, my parents have been very lenient and always try to give me 80% of the things I request for. But being the brat that I am, I choose to get pissed at the 20% that they don't give.
Fuck. Who doesn't?! Call me a late bloomer. Someone who's still undergoing puberty at 19. I don't fucking care.
I might eat my words in time to come, but for now, I think leaving for Australia is gonna be the best thing that ever happened to me.
To those who still treat me as a worthy friend and want to send me off;7th July 2005(Thursday)Flight at 7.25pmTerminal 1Do not attempt to bring bouquets because the Australian Immigration is strict with what people can bring in. No chocolates, pastries or any cowish products. I gotta finish all that in the plane and I really don't wanna become a fat shit even before I set foot on their soil and breathe in their fat air.Just being random here, I really should have gotten my licence here. With all those stupid rules and regulations they have over there, I can only get my international licence by end of next year. Grrrr..
I would love to put my clothes in the pretty black Guess lugguage, fly first class and ask for wine, hire a limo from the airport to the hotel and breathe in cosmopolitan air.
But since I'm a poorfuck student, I have to make do with the fugly lugguages, suffer from leg cramps in economy class, drink OJ, take a damn cab to the hotel and breathe in air that smells like a combi of dunk, freshly cut grass and old people.
