I am not sure why,
but I am sure that I do not deserve it.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Why Am I So Fat?
Why am I so fat compared to all these skinny Asian bitches?
Probably one of the reasons I'm staying in London a bit longer instead of going back to face the size negative waifs, three of which are my sisters.
Probably one of the reasons I'm staying in London a bit longer instead of going back to face the size negative waifs, three of which are my sisters.
Friday, August 19, 2011
This Woman At The Post Office
seems to be mildly racist in her own strange way. I've only been to the post office twice, and had the fortune of getting her both times.
1. I had an Amazon parcel that wasn't delivered because it couldn't fit through the mail slot and they didn't have the temerity to leave it by the bins, which I would have been fine with, so they left a card with the details on it. I could have reordered the delivery, but I'd feel a bit silly doing so since the post office is a 7 minute walk away (albeit uphill) so I might as well collect it myself. Anyway by the time I've gotten around to going to the post office I've lost the card, so I explain the situation to This Woman and she gives me a bit of paper to write my name and address on, and tells me to underline my surname. She comes back with an envelope with a random Asian name on it, with one word that starts with the same letter as one of my names and a completely different address. WTF??????????
2. I have to mail my visa application and I want it delivered ASAP, and there are different addresses for courier and postal, so I need to ask her about the quickest options and which address to write on the envelope.
'Hi, I'd like to mail thi-'
'Hong Kong?'
'No, uh, Durham.'
'Japan?'
'No, uh, Durham.'
'Japan?'
'No, England..'
She starts peering at the envelope I have been holding in plain sight and sees 'UK Border Agency' written on it and gets it and gets on with business. She's as polite as they usually are and all that and I'm not really offended or anything, it's just a bit eeeehhhhh what was that?
Thursday, August 18, 2011
You Work Or You Die
In retrospect I shan't comment too much on the London riots, as I will probably end up spewing a load of racist, elitist drivel. But I read a lot of articles about it at the time and one that I particularly remember was saying something about the government running out of money to give people - but in more intellectual terms.
Of course the government is running out of money. Have you seen the teenage mothers trolling the streets? Have you seen the schoolkids rampage McDonald's killing time before they go home to their council flats? Every week there is an article on the DailyMail or whatever highlighting some stupid retard who is living off the government in a stupid retarded way. There was the 29 year old guy who was a grandfather because his 14 or 15 year old daughter had a baby, the guy who's had 13 children with 11 women, the mother who's proud of her daughter who took sexy pictures at 12 and is pregnant at 15. What else is new? Where is the money to raise these children who will most likely be working-class/unemployed for the rest of their lives and breed several more children going to come from? The government. The taxes. I've only lived here a short while and contributed monetarily to this country in a very small way, in sales tax and public transport and international student fees, but can you imagine how the people who have grown up and worked here their entire lives paying for these people feel? They must be incensed! I'm incensed just living around these people, steeling my ears shut as they scream on the bus and tube, ram against me on the street, throw eggs at each other in the cafe I'm sitting in.
This isn't quite what I'm used to at all. You don't get a free house from the government if you have a baby where I come from. You don't get money to do nothing at all. You work or you die. No handouts for you. Unless you're Malay.. which I'm not so whatev.
I end with two more mini news headline snippets.
1. This Somalian family who came here seeking refugee were offered a large house outside London with a £1k+ rent to live in, but they rejected it because they wanted to live in London near their friends, so now they have an £8k mansion in Hampstead, a rather posh area. Say wha?
2. This woman has decided she doesn't have anything better to do with her life but be fat, so she is too overweight to work and keeps chugging more food to get fatter. Who's paying for this? No prizes for the right guess. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2026964/Susanne-Emans-bid-worlds-fattest-woman-52st-mother-2-supersizing.html
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Google Map view of the attacked areas.
Well, a lot of people want to know where I am in relation to the London riots, so I've print-screened this Google Map view of London. One of the worse bits, Croydon is too far South to be on the map, but there was a huge fire there last night. My position is the blue/purple flower thing, and directly to the right of that, N-- Park and ---enham, are actually Wood Green and Tottenham. These are the areas that were attacked the first night. My friend Rachel got stuck in Wood Green on the way home and they stole her phone while she was using it. It was sick. In Wood Green they smashed shop windows and cars and stole a lot of stuff, because Wood Green is a major shopping area. I don't know much about Tottenham, but they set buildings on fire. Tottenham is the heart of it all, where the residents are mad that some guy got shot, but I suppose in their small brains they thought the best reaction was to completely trash their own neighbourhoods and plummet its value. The riots now raging all over town, I suspect, are due simply to the unemployed youths from working-class backgrounds and single parents who had them for the housing and monetary benefits going batshit insane. More on that later.
The Great London Riots of 2011
Oh my god, new places just keep being hit everywhere. I can't believe I live in London. I can't believe these places actually mean something to me. I can't believe I've been there. I can't even BEGIN to start expounding on my thoughts, because once I start something else I know gets attacked and completely blows my mind. I was in Camden Town 5 hours ago, and now buildings are on fire and my favourite clubs smashed. This cannot be. Can this be?
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