First – Who removed my bookmarks on my google homepage?! Gee. You don’t realise how bad your memory really is until your bookmarks go missing. I’m officially in pain.

Nottingham has been named the 4th worst place to live in the UK. It was 7th in 2006.

Yes, my apartment was broken into. Yes, my neighborhood grocer and postal office were burglared. Yes, police sirens was a norm at night. Yes, I have friends who get robbed and beaten up. Yes, notices for witnesses to murders on the buses were common like concerts posters. Yes, the insurance premium is really high. Hey, who says we live in a perfect world? I recall avoiding the mashed snow and chewed gum more than the dark alleys of the evil market square. Of course, this is coming from someone who did not have a habit of locking her door.

It’s really not that bad, if you can bear with the inconvenience of broken windows and inaccessible grocers from time to time. When the police is cordoning off your area, just go watch a play or something. Plenty to do!

Adding Joan, Medha, and Areya to facebook is really time-twisting so much so that Michael J. Fox1 will be proud.

John is right. Back in 1997, the celebrity term ‘blogs’ did not exist. Web fanatics had personal websites with content of either daily muses (such as Pei and Jasmin) or simply design (the likes of Becca, Elisha, and Jennifer). Pretty much like now, except that no one expected to gain media-fame, or rather you can only be as famous as the cables can stretch on the seabed.

I guess it’s inevitable that we grow up, get married, move to a new country, have children and in short, move on. If we are still made to struggle and wrestle with cgi, perhaps the ahem celebrity bloggers will not be motivated to begin their online domination, let alone airbrush their banner images. Does this make me a conservative?

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