Great. Now I have a headache.

Why can't I do anything right? And why won't people stop pointing that out?

Drink You Sober

I like those friends with boyfriends who can hang out with just a group of girls, without looking slightly uncomfortable because they're not clinging onto a boy. There are just those friends who look freaking forlorn and small when they're not with the boyfriends, and it makes me uncomfortable looking at them. It's like they don't remember what it was like BB- Before Boyfriend. And it's almost like they spend their time with an underlying accusatory hunch, like their LOVE OF THEIR LIVESSSSS should have been invited. It's kinda sad.

Sad Thing

Crap, I just realised the last few years of my life have been kinda humiliating.

SMACK THAT!

So, sometimes you come across those people who seem to have life always go their way with little effort. Were they homeless saints in a past life or something? Because I have a feeling I must have been a filthy rich mass murderer.

Pony Up

Yet another family thing I've lied to get out of. I can't handle acting polite today, when I'm thinking, 'EFF YOU ALLLLLLLL'. Just really not in the mood for it today.

I think Vietnam kinda messed me up a bit. I can't even really look at the photos I took without feeling slightly ill, a bit nauseous. It's gone so far that I can't even wear the clothes I took over to Vietnam. At the very last choice, I will wear a shirt, but it will make me nauseous. Towards the end of the trip, I was getting headaches everyday. It was a strange thing. Thinking about travelling anywhere now makes me feel sick- I don't think I will ever do the travel thing. I'm not made for it, which is pretty disappointing.

It was also probably because of the fact that I had no one to really talk to- no internet, phone bills massive, and people who didn't speak English. Vietnamese is pretty much my second language, and I hate speaking it to other people, other then my parents. So, for a month, I was kinda silent. I spoke such little English, that when I came back, my brother in law joked that I sounded rusty, but in actual fact, I had the slightest trouble making grammatical sense for the first day or so...or maybe that's just me most of the time.

Anyway, I'm just glad I'm back here. When I was overseas, I didn't realise at the time how homesick I was until the night before we were leaving for Australia when all I dreamt about was sitting in my dad's car and being driven home down my street to my house.

Feels Like Home

So I've just come back from the 'motherland', and I think I've had enough long distance travelling for the next few years. I've learnt from going overseas is that for the rest of my life, I'm never going to be a traveller, and definitely not a backpacker. I think I'd just complain the whole time.

During the month overseas, there were all these things I made a mental note to blog about...but now I can't remember anything. My bad memory kills me sometimes. It was going to be all witty and shit too. Damn it.