So here I am sitting, or lying down to be precise, butt naked on this huge foam of a floor bed. I’m in BD at the moment and its extremely hot and humid, hence the butt naked-ness. I’ve only managed to survive 6 days and already my face resembles that of a sun burnt tramp. I’ve been meaning to update earlier but its rare to get a moment of peace and butt nakedness around here. I’m dripping wet, not of sweat thank god, rather from the shower I took earlier. We have this amazing 8 headed shower bar which is simply divine. I take an average of two showers each day. Parents are off doing their business and I’m here at home doing fuck all, as usual and exactly like I planned. Unfortunately my plan included more PS2 time and a whole load less sun and more tan. Contradictory but understandable given that I’ve always had to use fake tan =[

Speaking of PS2s, I had gotten a memory card from ebay for a fiver, it looked real but obviously it wasn’t, either way I had hoped it worked. It hasn’t really performed, being detected sometimes while not appearing at all on the menu at other times. That has been taken care of since I managed to get my hands on a real authentic PS2 memory card for less then a tenner, which is why I suppose I’m so chilled out regarding the fake card, since I’ve got a new card for £15 which isn’t too bad.

So after writing that entertaining update from Dubai, I got sick with constipation AGAIN. This happens to me every time I come from London to Dubai, regardless of how much or how little and even what I eat. It may have something to do with the high pressures of the altitude at which we were flying, but nothing is known at this time. All I know is that its extremely uncomfortable and last year I almost had a black out and felt dizzy and blurry. Mom forced me to clear out, though I hadn’t had anything to eat so I don’t know how I could have cleared out nothing, and it wouldn’t come out. I don’t like using the toilet other than at home and it was extremely embarrassing for me in a crowded airport. The cramps had gotten to me and I finally gave in, but without success. Needless to say, the journey to BD was irritating and stuffy. On top of that, much to my annoyance, my mother and dad had both managed to successfully clear out their own bowels and it wasn’t under them to gloat about it to me.

The flying itself was surprisingly smooth. There was no turbulence and the crew were nice and helpful, even the food wasn’t vomit inducing. The same can’t be said of my fellow passengers unfortunately. There was this one particular old guy who kept behaving with my family as if we were some uneducated underclass losers. It was quite the contrary actually because he started off sitting behind us, packing his duty free shit on our compartment and then randomly moving across the aisle, if that wasn’t bad enough, he started to lecture my mom on how our compartment was not actually ours and it was full…with what, one bag of bullshit? It really irritates me when someone tries to treat her like some sort of housewife, she’s got a fricking PhD for god’s sake, more education than that douche’s entire family I bet. He was behaving as if we have never flown and when we were getting off at the end of the flight and my parents took out our duty free stuff he just grabbed it and said just let me check like we would want to steal his cheap ass whatever he brought, sexist asshole.
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As usual I haven’t updated like I promised I would … sorry guys I know how much you wait for my extremely entertaining updates but I had exams and things … first thing first, I’m FREEEE … some of my regulars already know this due to me plastering it all over my FB and things but some of you don’t so I thought I’d share this wonderful amazing news with you =]

Secondly, guess where I’m at?!?! Dubai baby =D unfortunately I’m not getting ready to go out or anything funky like that, instead here I am waiting at the airport for my connecting flight which is in approximately 5 hours … and because I’ve been here SOOO many times … around 13 times?! … and also because I’m coming back here at the end of my holiday [getting to that hold on] I’m waiting here using the free WiFi like a gangster while my caring parents are off shopping … how responsible. I might give ChildLine a call … which reminds me 47 days, 17 hours, 42 minutes and seconds left till my birthday! I will be 19 so I don’t think I can call ChildLine afterwards =[

Because I’m such a gangster everyone is giving me looks … that or they are hating the fact that I have such a smashing Macbook … obviously I couldn’t leave my baby home while I travelled. Which leads me to the holiday part, I just finished my exams on the 19th and it’s the 22nd … or 23rd(?) right now and I’m going on a somewhat forced holiday to Bangladesh, India and Thailand…when I get back I’m stopping over at Dubai for some time … woop I hear you say? Nothing to get happy about … my last free year before university and I’m perfectly free now and instead of going out and partying like the rockstar I was born to be, I’m going to Bangladesh … yet AGAIN … how many fucking times do they expect me to go to the same bloody place and stay sane? We don’t even do touristy stuff, we meet family and pretend that we like them and they like us … its so annoying.

Speaking of family, I’m very unhappy with mine again as usual. I can’t help it, its not my fault [more like my misfortune] that I’m related to a bunch of fuckholes =[ okay that was a bit harsh, here is what they did this time : basically me and my boy mate are TIGHT TIGHT and there was a profile picture of me and him on FB and my family [who incidentally because I knew exactly how this was going to turn out like, are on my extremely private and pointless limited profile] saw it and went ballistic. Its annoying that every bloody person in my HUGE [uneducated and hostile towards contraceptives] family is so bothered with what I do and who I do it with. They should stop concerning themselves in my business and mind their own kids. Seriously, I know things but I keep shut because I don’t want to get involved in this pathetic-ness but if this doesn’t stop anytime soon I might open my mouth and when that happens I won’t be shutting up anytime soon and compared to my cousins I’m a fricking saint.

Anyhoo I would keep going on but I left my plane charger under a pile of clothes … sacre bleu! So au revoir and I shall keep posting while I’m imprisoned at you know where … till then deal with this much of updates =]

PS - Me and Comillian boy are off … updates next time, I feel random people’s eyes on my screen and that makes me uncomfortable =[
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