4:42 AM
19 September: Day 3

Like what I mentioned to the best friend, I'm alive and kicking and I am in Dublin, Ireland.

I woke up very early today considering it was my first night in London. Took a shower and got ready to leave the house to catch the hourly bus to the bus station which will then take us to the Luton Airport.

Luton Airport is one of those airports which offers flights only to European countries.

The buses in London are hourly and they are located very far from the houses. You have to walk quite a distance. So we were suppose to get a cab at 11.30 which would bring us to this bus stop which will cost about £5. But what happened was that the taxi came 15 mins late and we weren't sure whether we would be able to catch the 11.55 bus, so there was a big arguement going on between my aunty and the taxi company and the taxi driver. Apparently the taxi driver called my aunty a bitch and threatened that her house would be barred from the company's taxi services.

Seriously, I was appalled by that. Its a customer service company and with that attitude, how are they goin to survive.

After that commotion, my aunty finally told him off because he said she was wasting his time. So she got one of her friends to send us to the airport which my aunty claimed is a 20 mins ride.

OMG! Firstly it didnt even felt like 20 mins although 90% of the time her friend was driving at 120 km/hr. It felt more like 1 hour.

She drove like there was no tomorrow and seriously, I wanted to vomit in her car.

English ppl have this habit of not keeping up with the hygiene of their vehicles. HORRIBLE SHIT! There were grasses and pieces of dried mud all over the carpet of her car and cobwebs forming in the boot. The exterior looked as if it hasn't been washed for a year. I'm not exaggerating and its real. Gawd!

Moving on, she drove like a drunkard.

As soon as we reached the airport, I sped off to the nearby toilet because I wanted to vomit. Well yea I vomitted abit and I cried. hurhur. Like baby right? I felt so sick I wanted to go home right away.

Thankfully we were 3 hours early so I had time to rest before we took off. My aunty bought me panadol and there was axe oil in her handbag. AXE OIL!! After about half an hour, I felt better and I was back on track. Shopped quite abit. Bought some stuff for the friends.

I bought something for you la tifa!! Veryyy London!

After checking in our baggage, we got onto the flight and off we were to Dublin. As soon as we reached Dublin, we met my aunty's friend, Sylvie, who was not Irish but she's French. She picked us up and yes again, a car which looked like it hasn't been cleaned since ages. But it was ok. She drove us back to her place and frankly I tell you, I'm lovin Ireland more than London. Ireland is such a welcoming and peaceful place. The Irish guys are hot.

And I met Sylvie's daughter, Laura, who's your typical model French girl. Blue eyes, dirty straight blonde hair and tall and slim. But only 14. I love them. They're so kind.

So we talked and watched TV until 7.30 where we walked over to the nearby shop to buy Original Irish Fish & Chips. The place is run by Italian guys. Woooohoo! They were a few street kids outisde just hanging around and they seem nice.

Anyway, my menses had to come today. Pfftt!! OK I'm very tiredd. I'll update again soon.