A right-up S***hole

Gloucester has been my hometown for twelve years. However, for the last few years I have been promising to get out of this god-forsaken town. In British English, this place is what we call 'rough'. The people here over the years has become too complacent and vile. I'm not saying all of them are - there are a lot of kind-hearted individuals that I respect and admire having known them for so long - but it is very hard to get out of the house without seeing people not have some form of etiquette or respect towards another. For example at night people walkabout like zombies after having a proper booze session to get hammered. Gloucester town in the evening is really scary. This was not the case when I was a kid when going through the city centre was a calm stroll.


Chavs are low-life vandalisers who choose to form gangs and make everything around them turn to shit. My local bus stop always has some form of damage, at times grave breakages.
Did I forget to mention they only care about themselves!? Chavs are those people who play loud music when you're in the bus. Shrieking teenagers or who talk so loud you can't get a well deserved nap time in the hour-long bus journeys from college to home.


One of the rife issues in England has been racial discrimination. I for one has been a victim of this. There's just no time ever outside this house where you can just walk around without being subjected to this kind of bullying.
You know what's worse, is when you see this being done to someone else. Usually they are people of colour. I once witnessed middle-eastern man being targeted by two teenage girls whilst I was on the bus. I found the scene harrowing. The guy was so helpless. I couldn't really do anything & everyone in the the bus just observed mercilessly. It's even more aggravating when a friend of yours is the victim. I get so frustrated at times that I used easily punch on of these low-lifes regardless of their gender (feminism, yay!).


It's not discrimination to hate Chavs. A lot of my friends and neighbours do agree that they are problematic entities that tries to defile the British society. It's hard to speak about these issues because no one really likes politics but this is the case here in Gloucester. I just wish that human rights have less power over how the government here in the UK makes decisions. The police should be given more powers to combat these yobs and that as law-abiding citizens we should have the right to use an excessive force to protect ourselves without having to be sued by the suspect in question afterwards. Why has Britain become a playground to criminals and demons? It isn't fair to those who just want to live peacefully.


One thing for sure, once I leave Gloucester, I will do everything in my power not to ever visit this place again. Of course, not until this historically beautiful city has been wiped clean of those vile thugs.

Memories of old...

I know, I know. It must be crazy to start packing for university even though it is 4 months away nor have I officially passed my exams, but it's always good to start things early - gives you more time in between. I opened a suitcase full of clothes most of which are new (bulk buying during sales season; factory sealed!) which has been underneath my bed for years. Underneath, I managed to find some apparel that reminded me of fond memories...or rather missed chances. 

Growing up as a kid, I never wanted myself to follow a career path leading into medicine. My decisions were always changing - to become an astronomer or an artistic gymnast or a professional violinist. Don't get me wrong, I love science in general, especially the biological sciences, but I always thought of myself as someone who will follow a childhood passion in the adult world. Twenty two is a young age, but a person like me wonders sometimes of what could have been if I hadn't stopped my violin lessons or stop taking part in gymnastics. The sad thing about this, buddy, is that I still want to do them. I promised myself I will be retaking violin lessons (as well as other instruments) during my university years, but gymnastics is one of those things you can't really go back into when you are grown up. I will still join a gym and hopefully find a tumble track I can practice on, but the dream really ends there.

So how does this relate to the clothes I found in that old suitcase? Well, clothes like the leotard, stirrup leggings for gymnastics and ties I wore during music concerts/recitals were all in there. I am not a hoarder, but those are just some things I can't throw away. Damned, I will be, if I ever did.

February 2007

May 2012

I will surely miss my bedroom. It has been subjected to numerous refurbishments over the last twelve years, more so in the last three years where I've become an interior design fanatic with emphasis on contemporary & Asian minimalist Zen themes. 

There are a lot of good memories here. In a way it is a prison, but a very good one at that. The last two years have been mostly spent here - studying for college, dining for breakfast and dinner, watching TV etc. Back then my friends would just come in and stay there for a good social time. It's been a while since that happened. 

When I went to visit some universities last year, I found that all of the single rooms in the dormitories are really small for a very high renting price! How can anyone study in such a closed cubicle? I guess in London, space must be compromised for the sake of lowering the prices.

Writing this, I just realised I sounded like a rich spoilt git (which I am not!). By the way, my bedroom looks big because it's half the size of the entire attic in my family's converted bungalow house - where normal, [poorer] working class citizens like me live!

Restart...

Well it has been a while since I've posted and things were not done as promised. First of all, I apologize for not doing anything for two years straight on this blog. Back then making a blog was such a trend that I thought I'd do one myself! However, the ecstasy of hype can get too high that one can eventually fall, crashing back down...this is the case fore me...


The Philippine Trip of 2010 has come and gone and not one post was made then. It's partly because of the lack of good infrastructure available in the Philippines. It was hard to get a good internet connection and even harder to find a cybercafe in the provinces areas where my family and I stayed mostly. Not forgetting to mention, would I had really been bothered to have a sit down with my face on the laptop and type about my experience there? Of course not! Holidaymaker should always enjoy the holiday! But why haven't I done a blog after the vacation? Well, that was the time I went back to sixth form and do a complete set of A-Levels. It has been almost two years, but I am almost finished. I have two months worth of school time left and eight exams to pass. I have been sleep-deprived for the last three weeks due to constant revision - day and night. In spite of all this, to treat myself, I thought of restarting this blog of mine I so wanted to keep running upon the initial launch. I will be posting random things or events around my life  - sort of a web diary if you will. This will come in handy during my university years which I will be starting, hopefully this coming September providing that I get at least ABB with my A-Level results (i'm so nervous about it!)


I've made my firm and insurance decisions to study Medical Biochemistry in either King's College or Royal Holloway College, respectively, both of which are part of the University of London umbrella. I cannot wait to start my [almost] independent life in London! Hopefully this blog will be kept updated with things I find in London.


I'll leave this post as it is. It's only an intro (a long one at that!), but I hope I can find the time in order to keep it updated from now onwards. It will be busy in the coming weeks due to exams but I'll keep you posted, buddy! :{)