Triumph Of The Despot

Sometimes I see little hope for the human race. After Morgan Tsvangirai announced that he would not be standing in the Zimbabwean run-off elctions, Nick Clegg responded by calling for the stop of remmitances. What he doesn't seem to realise is that people cannot afford food, and if they are not given money by over-seas relatives - they will simply starve to death. Clegg has unrealistic expectations, the Zanu PF government has already shown that it does not care for it's people, why then would such a measure make things any easier for Zimbabwe's inhabitants? No matter, it's a reaction from someone without a vested interest in the country, no personal connection. To sum up, the Liberal Democrats suck. I spent a large part of the day playing Halo 3, and I'm pleased to see that my battle rifle head-shots have improved dramatically. I might become reasonably good at this game after all. I'm not naturally good games of this type but I'll keep at it.

Pascal x

You think that everyone around you cares about what you think, no one knows your name.

I listened to A Day To Remember, for the first time in ages today. The breakdown laced hardcore sounded slightly muted because of the poor state of my earphones but the lyrics left my pondering. I've had some really weird friendships with people since I moved to the UK, then again it wasn't all that different in Zimbabwe. A Day To Remember constantly reinforce the simple idea that 'My friends come first it's the bottom line'. I don't really have any evidence to suggest that any of the people I know live by that statement. It seems to be all take take take, opportunist heaven. If I don't contact someone, they don't contact me. Chances are most of the people I consider friends are no more than vague acquintances who feign interest in me every now and then. I'm not in a great mood, some jerk on xbox live ruined my Halo 3 session. Maybe watching The OC would have cheered me up, but I reckon it's a bit late to be putting it on now. I'm yawning and everything. The arrival of summer means many things, one of them (as I realised today) is a lot of BBQs. People satisfying their carnal desires, obvlivious of any pain and suffering that takes place between the farm and the fork. Trying times.

Pascal x

In At The Deep End (Records)

This blog title isn't really appropriate because I can't swim, not even in the shallow end. But a little bird tells me it's a common figure of speech. Today I had my first two A-Level exams, it was pure torture. I had a case of writer's block towards the end of the English one (typical). I'm just glad I've finally got the ball rolling, but I am more uncertain about my performance with each exam. On the horizon is all those days I'm going to spend doing nothing of consequence except reading and playing Halo 3. It's not all that far away but, as I pointed out today to fellow exam sitter - 3weeks of exams instead of all of them at once is likening a tattoo, to a single virtually painless injection. My mum pointed out that if there is a regime change in Zimbabwe she aims to go back, but seeing the videos of the suffering on the news and the internet, it wasn't something that I found amusing in the slightest. A few days of intense revision and I'll be facing another excruciating session of exams, but for now I can breather a momentary sigh of relief.

Pascal x