... this blog started life in December 2010, here
my blog is born
But it's all about now, now, now NOW.....
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This week's first note to talk about simply specifies
'Bloody cyclists'
Hehe, those who know me will know that I am being very VERY sarcastic. I find it sad that only now, people are discovering the wonders of the bicycle. I don't mean to narrow down, but the success of my hero, Mr Wiggins, has helped as a massive marketing tool in England, which, in turn can only be seen as a good thing. Thank you Bradley!
The more cyclists there are, among us, the more aware everyone becomes of issues involved.
Ok, I stop before i get carried away and preach too much! It was MY birthday on the past weekend, the penultimate day of the Olympics. I took a trip up to the Southbank in London, which is an ever-vibrant place.
my blog is born
But it's all about now, now, now NOW.....
You can navigate through the blog using the drop-down menu in the right-hand column.
This week's first note to talk about simply specifies
'Bloody cyclists'
Hehe, those who know me will know that I am being very VERY sarcastic. I find it sad that only now, people are discovering the wonders of the bicycle. I don't mean to narrow down, but the success of my hero, Mr Wiggins, has helped as a massive marketing tool in England, which, in turn can only be seen as a good thing. Thank you Bradley!
The more cyclists there are, among us, the more aware everyone becomes of issues involved.
Ok, I stop before i get carried away and preach too much! It was MY birthday on the past weekend, the penultimate day of the Olympics. I took a trip up to the Southbank in London, which is an ever-vibrant place.
A snapshot of crowds, partying in colour, sound and vibrancy
It was on the way back from Butlers Wharf towards Waterloo, I was feeling down, stopped and noted that i felt as such on my birthday.
I then realised that 'Hold on you are 28 now, not a 22 student loving the passion of life.' I appreciate many things, but I am not student anymore with a love-for-life. I have taken half a decade away from my city. I noted that the only passion that i sense ' is when a hot girl walks past, head swivels, desire'. I am not feeling the same passion for things any more. It is sad, but the world keeps turning, I cannot pause everything else just because i had a rest.
The next note, I made yesterday. A man sitting outside a cafe exclaimed to a friend, as i went past 'No, I don't speak French. Well, I think they're all divs anyway'.
I had just left a cafe, and he was just about to slurp on his coffee in the cafe next door. Fortunately, as I'm not French, no offence was taken. Instead he made me smile. I looked down on him, ' racist simpleton' i thought to myself. Then I criticised myself for thinking such harsh sentiments. It just made me realise that as we are always living in a growing multi-racial society, to hear such racism on the high street, was shocking. So, like everything, it can be viewed positively.
Swedish sisters, 'First Aid Kit'
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