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I'm finally here. In London.
Tonight will be the last night but i dont feel the least bit of nostalgic.
I've been dreaming to come here ever since, and with no surprise i really like this place apart from my shitty job.
Everyday in showroom zho bo lan. If you were there, is either you spot me stoning or pretend to be busy.
Its super unproductive which i hate the most.
You might think that zho bo is really not that bad but it really sucks to be bullied by the merchant & the boss couldnt do anything about it. Absolutely helpless.
If you know me, whatever shitty jobs you give me i will be able tolerate & swallowed it. But its totally different this time, its a dignity issue. The merchant team is from San Francisco & this bunch of arrogant ang mo think that asian should do whatever shit they ordered us to. No matter how much i love this place it doesnt cover up the feeling of being abused. This feeling is as good as being raped.
Apart from being abused, my cashflow ran really low. My credit card limit freaking burst & atm card was god damn bloody useless cos i totally forgot to authorize it (is a new card) before i come here. I'm officially broke.
I was so depressed & helpless last night. I have no one to talk to or to complain to & I actually still think about him when i'm alone- not only physically but mentally. It was so bad that I actually dreamt about him last night. Its annoying but who on earth can control their dreams?
Thank god Corrine passed me How I met your mother before i come here if not i'll be bored to death.
London really have crappy channels.
And today I used up my last 10pounds in Primark. The stuffs there are just to cheap not to buy.
I'm slightly happier now.
I know everything will be good when i'm back cos i've a whole lot of programmes lined up for the weekend.
Cheers.