When London won the bid to host the 2012 Olympics, I didn't give a heck about it.
In fact, I kept mocking the decision, "Did they factor in the weather? They won't be able to play any games cos it's gonna be raining all the time!"
Then the Tube blasts struck. Edgware Road, Russell Square, Liverpool Street. These were all places I was familiar with, and while not quite as near my heart as Bukit Merah or say Holland Village, still I felt a horrible rage and terrible sadness.
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