What an embarrassment, I really hate being English some nights! Where’s the passion, creativity and Jamie Carragher’s ability to pass forward? To me watching England has become like having a really fit, but frigid girlfriend, everyone else is jealous cos she looks great but what they don’t realise is that she does f*ck all to please you when the action starts. You cant dump she’s too fit, and there’s always that possibility that she might one day come good, but you know deep down its a lost cause.

And the frustration, my god, if there was a football equivalent of w**king I’d be at it after every England game, just to relieve all the tension built up after an hour and a half of bloody foreplay!

Cut the crap and get to the good stuff, even if you don’t win at least put the effort into the performance so that I can enjoy it!
Pete (wishing for either a bird or a decent england performance), Aldershot

Courtesy of www.football365.com

Food review of Kuishin-Bo:

http://www.hungrygowhere.com/restaurant_details.php?recordid=596#review

Food review by me of a seafood restaurant:

http://www.hungrygowhere.com/restaurant_details.php?recordid=1274

I am a lazy arse, one week after moving in, I have yet to unpack. The bulk of my belongings, mostly books, are just strewn on the floor. There is hardly any space available to walk. I did at least organise my clothes though, neatly hung on the racks.

There is hardly anything at home, no bed, no tables, no chairs, no internet, no everything, just the racks, which were mine to begin with. Sounds bare, but it has been like that for the past week and nothing has been bought, since my father has not moved in yet.

I do not mind sleeping on the floor, it seems to restrict the number of hours of slumber. I quite prefer the width afforded as compared to single beds. Although I have had better quality of sleep, I am currently fine with what am I getting.

My father concern for me when we shop for furniture is a bed. My priority right now would be a study desk and perhaps a bookshelf or two. I wanted to pick those up before we go shopping but they would set me back at least $300 and I am broke at the moment. Maybe I should set up a Paypal donation link, but looking at the meagre number of hits my site gets, any potential donations would probably not be enough even for a side table.

Oh well, at least one the items classified in the  cannot live without?category has arrived, in the form of an internet connection.

The sociology paper was the last of the tests. Although I was not looking forward to it, the process of attempting the paper felt good. Writing coherent paragraphs was a welcome relief from the graphs of economics and numbers of mathematics and statistics. The economics module differs greatly from that of the ?levels, and actually seems simpler, as there are no essays to be written, just graphs, mathematics, some simple sentences and graphs. As for maths and stats, they are full of numbers and Egyptian hieroglyphs. I felt like an archeologist who could not read ancient writings to save his life.

Back to the sociology paper, I neglected to do my reading due to a late night out and had not much of an idea what the questions were asking for. I managed to recall a handful of sentences from my tutor and proceeded to eke out answers based on them. I marvelled at my ability to churn out fluid answers which were sadly lacking in content. On a different level, it was more enjoyable than producing blog entries, since academic essays need to be well structured, as compared to the latter. It is lamentable that there are no English modules offered, I would do better at them than my current modules.

Not surprisingly, the sociology paper turned in the lowest score. Oh well, at least I passed.

I underestimated the task of moving house, by a handful of hours. It eventually took me more than twelve hours to pack my possessions and move them to my new abode, two blocks away. It was a physically and emotionally draining task, having to leave the place I called home for the past two and a half years. However, living alone has provided a harder edge to my sentimentality and I did not have much trouble deciding what to discard.

Boxes are rather invaluable during packing and I was glad that I had quite a few of those with me. The smaller boxes were used to hold assorted memorabilia. There was only one large box though and I used it to ferry mostly my books. When my arms got tired, the box was replaced by a sling bag. A trolley was not an option, as I had to climb a total of ten flights of stairs for each two-way trip. Not a lot I could do about lower body fatigue, thankfully not too many of my leg muscles have wasted away from my lack of exercise in recent months.

I lost count of the number of times I had to walk to-and-fro after twenty. It was an awesome feeling upon completion, but tainted by the tinge of sadness at having to leave the room I built up over the last thirty months and never seeing it again. Worse was to follow though, for after putting my bag down, I was hit by the realisation that I had to unpack, or rather, pack all my belongings. Kinda like thinking you have crossed the finishing line, but the tape was actually masquerading as the halfway point.

Damn it.

It was one hell of a shock. The vile stench emanating from the flat floored me, and this was supposed to be my new house, or rather, my father new house. This was not exactly the best way to get acquainted with one new residence, after more than eight weeks of delay. I was not expecting the place to smell like assorted eu de toilettes but this was ridiculous. The odour probably stemmed from the previous owner handful of cats and dogs, or to be more precise, her failure to properly clean away their waste.

I did not have much of a choice and buckled down to washing my father and my room. My father room in particular was absolutely pungent and filthy, the floor caked by a layer of grime. After more than an hour and a half of scrubbing and wiping, I was amazed at myself for being able to tolerate the dirt and scent. I could not complete the rest of the house as I had an appointment to keep.

It was one hell of an experience.