Nothing interesting has been going on . I still got exams this coming Wednesday, whilst my collegemates happily gallivant around central Croydon, enjoying the big sales that are happening around the country.

Anyway, something minor happened in London today. (No terrorist bomb treat, I’m afraid)

Oh wait, before I proceed on, there was this bald boisterous-looking British standing right behind me, queuing to get the train ticket to London. He later took out his phone and called someone and threatened to give the person he’s on the phone with a death roll. This is what ensued.

Baldie: “Oh f**k you mate, where the f**k are you?….. Why do you f**king care?!? No your girlfriend’s a bitch, so is your mom… Don’t threatened me mate, cause you know what? I’m gonna f**king kill you, that’s right, I’ll f**king come right over and kill you, and when I’m done killing you, I’m gonna strap your girlfriend on the bed, and I’m gonna f**k her, you hear me?!? I’m gonna f**k her, and then I’ll shoved up a few needles up her pussy…… oh you think I’m afraid of you, eh? We’ll then f**king see, come on mate, I know you better, you’re a f**king coward, your girlfriend’s a f**king bitch…..”

Most of the time, I usually persevere myself not to be bothered. But what’s really annoying me this time is that this cursing has been there for at least 10 minutes, and the baldie was just behind me. Well, at the same time, I still wanted to laugh.

I was in Oxford Circus this afternoon, browsing through the shops to looking for decent clothings and books at a ridiculously discounted prices.

Meanwhile, I tumbled upon a few angry feminists ragingly protesting in front of a small shop called Playboy (I’m not sure what’s being sold inside, but I’m pretty sure they’re sweet sexy lingeries), saying the shop deteriorates female integrity.

The demonstration had put a major impact on the shop, losing much of its customers on the day since many of the pedestrians feared the protesters. With the additional pressure by the incoming recession which is expected to happen this year in the whole of UK, people who entered the shop were so gratefully treated by the employees. I guess they were even given the privilege to buy accessories at a charmingly cheap price.

Don’t get me wrong, the bitches I meant are those who protested in front of Playboy. London protest can sometimes be annoying.