December-3-2004 (Fri)

Back in Perth!!!


Holy Shit, fucking Customs Officer treat me like shit,
he wants to question me for so long, (1 hour)
He keeps asking me so many stupid fucking questions, do I look like a criminal?!?!?

Because I have so many stamps on my passport he wondered
how I could afford to travel around Europe and return to Australia on my visa.
I told them angrily to him
"your are to strict, I look very poor, I have enough money and you can check my account"
I felt so angry towards those fuckers.

Alan picked me up at the airport, and of course he had to wait 1 hour,
thank you for waiting. It was 6 o'clock in the morning when arrived,
by the time I left the airport it was already 7am.

In the afternoonI met someone who didn't go to work at Alan's place,
he took me to his friends place for drinking.
However I was very sleepy due to 8 hours time difference
and some jet-lag so just a little bit of drinking and then sleep time!