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Received a call from Miss T this afternoon, abusing the office phone as usual.

She has met Mr "Sex on legs". 

He has "reported for duty" and has asked for "permission to board".

Seriously, I was trying to hold giggling whilst Miss T gave me an account of her weekend encounter with said Mr "Sex on legs" and his "Uncle Dick and the Twins". My mum was driving beside me with my grandma, my grandaunt and their elderly lady friend in the back seat.

I really don’t know why these things always happen to me. Was trying very hard to muffle words like "size", "girth", "positions", "taste", "hair" and "colour" into phone.

I am trying to feel excited to go back to see friends and pet. And trying even harder to feel excited to start new job. But I can’t help feeling like fuck at the moment. This is always the part I hate the most. I promise myself 2 more years and we’ll call it a day. Pack my bags and come back home regardless. It is not worth it. Not at all. Even if I work in Kay-el, at least it is only 4 hours (maybe 5 for me) drive back home. Even pet is homesick after only 4 months.

It is confusing as most of my friends are back in the UK. And my friends in Malaysia, well most of them have moved on and the flake that I am, I don’t keep in touch enough. Even if I try to keep in touch, time is limited. I come back for such a short time and have to split my time between separated parents. Am trying to make more of an effort nowadays. It feels like I have two lives. Which complicates an already complicated person.

The new job better be worth it.

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