I didn't fly a million miles away from home, leave everything that's familiar behind, the food the fam, the sun! for this land of the Gods of rain, just so I could satisfy your desire for a certain material object that I bloody well know you can get at any standard department store in good ol' Malaysia!!
When I say I'll try and look for it, I don't mean I will definitely go into town specifically to get it for you! It means if I happen to be in town and have time to spare I'll take a look around!!
Not because I don't care about your needs and wants, if it makes you happy, it makes me happy, but just like you, I have a couple of 2000-words essay on endoscopic retrograde cholangeopancreatography, the worst part being I have to be able to pronounce and spell the word before I can even begin to define it! On top of that I have to spend the few sunny days that Britain has cooped up in a hospital from nine to five listening to a 63 year old man talk about his good old days and watch a 70 year old fragile lady have a camera stuck up her ass! On the unlucky days that I don't get to borrow my good friend's car or get a lift from anyone, I have to wake up before the sun so as not to miss the bus. By the time I get home I'll be too knackered to even cook meself a decent dinner so I end up with Cornflakes! for dinner! Then I have to stick my nose in the pile of note that's in the corner begging to be read and scribbled on because I have that thing they call exams coming up and as much as I oh so sure will puke if I take another look at the notes I have to bite my tongue and try to understand the workings of the complex being that is the human body so that I can at least pass all my papers and have a decent summer with my family and not worry about having to resit my papers. And then the next morning I wake up and off to the hospital again and the cycle repeats itself!!!
Sure I tell you about the time I went up the Beacons and spent the night in the lodge with my favourite person here, and about the nights spent in the pubs and about how I went into town and painted England's cross on my face and watch my boys win the game and parade the streets shouting Vindaloo Naa Naa!. But all that don't mean all is chocolatey and seventh heaven here! I don't get free money from the government! The price I pay is endless nights of mugging and last minute cramming and nearly freezing to death in the bitter snow!
And so what if I have a boyfriend who lets me use his car as I please! I can't take it and drive to wherever I want just because! And no I can't give him a list of things to do and at the end of the day check if he manage to get your desired item, because he has got his own stuff to do, responsibilities on his shoulder and even if I could, i won't because that is not what he is here for, and maybe at a certain level you don't mean as much to me for me to go all that way to please you. For God's sake even my mom thinks twice before asking me to get something for her, even then she says not too worry and that it's not all that important nor urgent.
I'm not sorry if I'm a lucky bitch that I am living in the UK, all expense paid for at least another 3 years of my life. It didn't come easy for me, it didn't come easy for anyone else. We all worked hard for it, somewhere along the way we all made sacrifices to get what we want and be where we are. You didn't even have the decency to say thank you, instead have the guts to make exceptional diva demands! I am SO mad right now I can't look at you, talk to you or even think about you!
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