I’m leaving on a jet plane

I still can't believe it. It all happened so fast! Oh my oh my, I'm leaving in exactly 28 days!

There were some, well, actually the whole plan was changed. We were supposed to migrate down under altogether but we thought (the whole family and friends whom I asked) that it'd be better if I myself settle first and prepare stuff before I take the whole family of 2 with me. It makes a lot of sense really, it'll put more pressure on me if all of us will "squat" at a relative's house and eat their food, use their toilet papers, kick their dog, etc. I mean, they do understand that its part of the package for sponsoring us and although they insist that my family stay with them, I would lose my mind pleasing everybody all at once that it just won't work. My hyperacidity is kicking in just by thinking about it!

First, the wife. Trini won't stop bugging me until I get our own place. To all the married women, you know how it is right? Men can co-exist with his inlaws but its pretty much a problem for the ladies. And they call us selfish??? Ha. Women. Second, the relatives. My son Leanpot is iyakin to the max. As in, grabe, lyk u know, lyk hallerr. Only the parents can tolerate such behaviour and I don't think even the cutest kid on the planet can pull it off for my uncle. He's not known for his love of little children, especially iyakin ones. Plus, will my uncle buy my son's milk for us? I don't think so. I'd get a job putting sunblock on hot bikini models and digest its immorality eveyday I walk this planet just so I can take care of my kid. It's not pride, it's PRIDE.

I'm not taking anything away from my relatives who wholeheartedly made arrangements so they can take us to Au. They're very nice people and they're not the problem here. It's ME. I'M the problem! Its too much pressure for me pleasing them and my family while I look for a job at a very foreign country and I don't think I can function 101% with things like that at the top of my head. Sigh, I'll miss my mom's birthday, which is also new years eve, just because I am panicking. There, I said it. I'm panicking and I'd rather face the pains of job hunting all by myself than going home, which is actually a relative's home, and disappointing my wife who's dying to get our own place carrying my son who is crying my uncle's ears out. WAAAA!!!

Yeah yeah, I'm a worry wart. Call me Mr. Panic Face when u see me at the streets. This aint your blog bitch. W-why are you STARING AT ME???!! A-are you judging me??!!! You're judging me aren't you??? Go away. GO AWAAAAYYYY!!!

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I'll miss everybody. wish me luck. WAAAA!!!