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Hi people..
I feel absolutely new to this again....I can't remember the last time I ever blogged properly, or ever attempted to. My life has just taken over some other priorities, like being constantly on the move, etc.

Note: I cant be arsed posting pictures here. They will all be on Facebook, so add me if you haven't.

Lets see....the reason I am able to blog now is because I am fucking sick, with a bad throat and ear infection, and horribly high temperature, and in 2 days I will be going to London. Lovely. *sighs* I am at home, winging in boredom, waiting for Nick to come home so he can cook dinner. I am so tired, I can't be arsed doing anything at all.

4 words : I LOATHE THIS COUNTRY.
Be grateful you are still in Malaysia.
People move here for a better quality life(I am speaking about professionals alike), but working professionals are the ones being harassed by the tax office, demanding more ways for them to rip all our earnings off. Standard of life is stagnant - like you can get a Zara top for £2, but taxes dont permit us to have disposable income (I wish I was still in Malaysia for that very reason, part of your income to a Louis Vuitton bag), dont permit us to enjoy life itself. And then you have the ever exoribtant bills. The seasons here would be the ideal excuse for gas companies to soar the bill up for you. So winter = people need more heat = rip us off and manipulate us that we have used more than we did. So there is never a couple of confrontations and negotiations to get the right amount to pay. Even then, it's not worth th stress anyway, cos the bills remain high. Even fucking alcohol and cigrettes are super duper expensive. Sighs. Movie tickets are expensive. Too cold to watch a football match. Only Sky Satellite seems cheap to me. I pay £17 for almost 1000 channels.

2) I hate the people here. Apparently, people up North was voted the friendliest of all people in England. That's not the case. Everyone are sodded bitches and bastards, complaining about why they are still living here (if you cant afford it, stay here la, as easy as that!), complaining about why people are so selfish when it reflects obviously that they are the sodded selfish fuckers. Hate the grumpy, fucked up faces you see every morning. And you call them the race where all etiquette and manners come from. FUCK ALL! The kids here are super duper useless, all wanting to be single mothers so that they can get government's benfits (not to mention every month 20% of my wages goes to the government - and goes to all those fucking miserbale cunts who refuse to get a job), chavs (pardon me for being racist, but chavs are similiar to the fucking Malay bitches with fake LV bags, with a kampung attitude), etc etc etc...

I feel like I'm living in a country worse than bloody Afghanistan. And guess what? The Archbishop of Canterbury is considering Syariah law to England. So much for being in a white-Christian-dominant country eh?

Poeple in my gym also are sodded depressed manics. When you flicker a smile at them, they dont smile back at you. Why? Just because they are fucking loaded is it? Go suck you own cocks la!, cant stand people like that!!

Another 5 words : I WANT TO GO HOME.
Can't wait for June, where I can see my mum, dad, sis and my girls.

Poeple at my workplace are nice, but are sodded arrogant people, just because they come from Cheshire, the bling county of England, most of them are richer than people who live in London. I have made just a handful of friends, and wish I had more :(

I was in Belgium and Switzerland last 2 weeks for the Reuters Fund Awards, just helping my functional boss, Rene, with the hedge funds winners. One good thing is that the company gives you money for all your expenditure, including dresses, makeup, and hair. So I bought a very simple Calvin Klein gown cost about £400, and went to Kerastase for hair, which was about £50, and Aveda for makeup, which was about £30 (cos I'm a member as well)

Another ripoff attempt by bloody people here : Me and Trav (my teammate from NZ, very nice girl) wanted to go for a nice, soothing massage and came up to a Chinese massage and acupuncture parlour. I enquired what the price for a massage is, and that bitch said to me £1 per minute. I'm like............fuck you and your business, cos nobody is going to be paying £60 for an hours massage, which is similiar to the Chinese parlours I get in Malaysia for 1/6 of the price for an hour. Sial betul.

A normal week of my life in England:-

Monday to Friday
7am - 8am - Wake up, mandi, makan breakfast
8am - 10 am - Travel to work
10am - 6pm - Work (Youtube and Facebook banned - Reuters Messaging only saviour, but most workaholic idiots dont chat with you)
6pm - 7pm - Travel from Macclesfield to Manchester
7pm - 8pm - Gym (either swimming, sauna, jacuzzi, steamroom combination or cardio and treadmill combination) - Mondays I go for yoga, which is up to 9pm
8pm - 9pm - Travel back to Rochdale
9pm - 10 pm - Eat, shower, and talk to Nick
10pm - Tidur

Saturday and Sunday
-Laze at home
-Go to Manchester
- Argue, and argue even more
- did I mention laze at home and watch Thundercats or any other dvds?

MY LIFE IS SHITE!!!

I hope everyone else is ok. Miss you girls at home, and the Flamingo is desert doha-land.