There's a saying that's something along the lines.."if you love somebody enough, you should let them go..." It's not the exact words, but you catch the drift, yes? I think my parents are suffering from serious separation anxiety. Better yet, I haven't even left the house!
Before I begin, let me remind you that I am 19 years old (about to turn 20 in 5 months). I have never been clubbing, I have never consumed alcohol without my parent's supervision, I did FORM 6 in a fuckin' school, and I've never smoked a cigarette (not that I want to, gross).
Yesterday, I went out to watch the movie, Bolt (a DISNEY animated movie) with my friends Paul and Yusof. Afterwards, we went to McDonalds to have dinner, (the time was approximately 8 p.m.) At 8.15, I get a phone call from my father asking me where I was.
Of course, I was freaking out! I mean, my dad never calls me to question my wherabouts, added to that, HIS TONE! I was confused, but I was mostly FREAKING OUT!
So, I get into my car, Paul is there too, and rushed home. Well, I sped all the way home. When I finally got home (what seemed to be the longest journey of my life...) my dad stares at me and asks " Where were you? Why so late?!" (may I remind you the time is now 8.35 p.m. 8 fucking 35 pm!) I couldn't answer. And so I get screwed and screwed and screwed.... with Paul at my house, mind you.

I still don't get it.

separation anxiety, I'm telling you!