So my parents are being unbelievably ridiculous. They said that I have to get married before I’m go to Australia to further my degree and master. because they know how wild I can be sometimes so they aren’t letting me go alone.
They are freaking serious, demmit! *breathes in* *breathes out* *calms down*
So, that means, if I want to stick to my plan, to graduate by 24, that is, I must find a guy before I finish diploma. I still have 2 more years. I’ll think about it when I’m in my final year. Ok, wait. So that means I’m gonna marry someone I’ve only know about a few months?!
That means…. I have to start looking like, now? Come on, now? I’m only 19!!
Shit, I don’t want to be just a draughtsman. I want to be an Architect! My parents are so so soooooo unbelievable.
I mean, who would want to marry me? I’m kinda hot, pretty, sweet, smart, witty, crazy, and a workaholic. HAHA.
So, anyone? Must be a guy, Muslim, straight, decent job, and doesn’t have to be handsome like Ryan Reynolds or Paul Walker, but definitely not ugly. You can just email me your resume with your pictures attached.
Okay, maybe I should start collecting cats now. Buy papers to make scrapbooks for my cats. Or perhaps start knitting as well. Just, be prepared to grow old, you know. hmm…
ps, on the good side, it’d be nice to make babies. hahah!
pps, alternatively, I could use those 2 years to earn their trust and try not to ruin it! (cause, let’s face it, I have a tendency to screwing things up).
ppps, maybe it’s not very appropriate to post this on my blog. I can always do that blog deleting again. I’m beginning like doing that.