Australian Open

My parents cant stop themselves bitching. About anything and everyone. Even me, right after I say something bitch-worthy like "The flash on my camera doesn't work". Papa runs to mum in the study, whispers something about what I said, oh and don't bother closing the door, and mum replies in her usual loud voice. I end up knowing what is said anyway.

HAVE SOME FUCKING RESPECT BITCHES.

Anyway, that fully ruined my very enjoyable day. It was my first time going to the Australian Open today. I got burnt in the sun, sitting in the open from 12-4pm. I got a tan line aorund my shorts and vman got an ugly tshirt tan line. We watched 2 double matches and 1 singles match. It was nice to see the typical sports fanatic Australians. Girls in shorts and bikini tops, guys topless with shorts and slippers. Tanned or sunburnt bodies. Mexican wave attempts here and there, cheer squads with prepared material, nice people, ahhh.. it was a good day. Today, I was proud to be an Australian. I wish Sheila was here to see the Australian spirit. You would not only passionately rep your ethnic culture, but also answer back to the

AUSSIE, AUSSIE, AUSSIE!! OI! OI! OI!

It proves multiculturalism is very much part of being an Australian. did i mention i ordered a die antwoord tshirt from the official site? i paid a rip off $18 for postage, the tshirt cost me $25. its going to arrive at my house 8-29 days.. it will be a pleasant surprise once it arrives because by then, i would have totally forgotten about it. I got a white tee, small, with yolandi sitting on a medieval chair with her legs spread, wearing nothing but a blue baggy jumper, ninja is doing some gangsta pose beside her, topless - as usual