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Well, this the first time that I write a second entry in such a small period of time, but as you will see further down there is a reason why.

We are all aware of these new “cool” screamo bands, with a lead singer looking like a girl and screaming like he is being penetrated by an army of stud-horses. You know the ones that wear real tight jeans and believe with passion in Jesus Christ and Christianity.

Worse than hearing a 20-something year old guy with long hair, who before every song mentions the name of Jesus Christ like he’s met him, is watching kids on youtube trying to imitate the “abilities” of the "singer" by doing what they call “pig squeals”.

Believe it or not, a random guy, that thank god I don’t know or I’ll ever get to know, posted a video as a challenge towards his “breed”. Apparently, being able to do that, a good pig squealing noise, requires some sort of a talent.

I can do the sound of a running horse, the sound of a duck, the sound of a cat, the sound of a cat in heat AND I can make loads of fart noises using my mouth and my hand or my hand and my armpit. Do I have a talent?

Now I fully understand what a musician that I interviewed as part of my course, meant when he said “as some people shouldn’t cook, some others simply shouldn’t make music”

Is it alright if someone punches one of these guys or P.E.T.A will go crazy and come after you?




And if you found the previous video distrubing...here's something funny..just look at the guy's face.

A death a week...or so I think.

On Saturday, 8th of February, a man got stabbed around 3 times in the center of the city I live in. Just the idea of getting stabbed is scary, but what occurs to me as scarier is the fact that something similar happens every month or every other month.

Someone will be found dead in the river, someone will jump off the bridge or even worse someone will get stabbed or die in a fight.

While having a cigarette with one of my house-mates I mentioned to him my concern about how everyone is keep dieing in this town, and he answered that this happens in every city in the world, any time.

Don’t get me wrong here, I do know that people are meant to die and I believe that I have comforted myself with that idea; but I have comforted myself with the idea of death from natural causes and not by a knife or jumping of a high bridge.

I heard about that man getting stabbed from a friend of mine who was on a night out in town, so I thought to confirm what I heard, by looking on the local newspaper’s website before I start writing anything on here and being inaccurate and make a fool of myself.

Well, after a short research on the newspaper’s website I found out that I was not being irrational for worrying about that.

Here are the links to the pages where you can read all about it and as you can see it’s only a month or so that separates the “stabbing events”.

7 January 2009: http://www.sunderlandecho.com/news/Man-stabbed-as-he-sat.4850319.jp

16 Febuary 2009: http://www.sunderlandecho.com/news/Man-charged-after-double-stabbing.4983564.jp

Here’s another one that only happened yesterday, not in Sunderland but close enough, Newcastle.

5 March 2009: http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/north-east-news/todays-evening-chronicle/2008/07/04/man-in-court-over-double-stabbing-in-newcastle-72703-21268177/

I decided to expand my research and check for same events on other cities in U.K and as it seems, stabbing people here is more like a monthly tradition.

Some might say that it is the cultural difference that I don't understand or I'm scared of; but I’m not worried about the English beer, English accent, manners, music, or food because from what I’ve seen until now all these things are fine and every person I’ve met have treated me with respect and really friendly; what I’m worried about, is that weird "stabbing thing" that is going on, that I like to call “monthly stabbing tradition”.

If two months go by without someone getting stabbed I quit smoking and I start going to church every Sunday. My cigarettes and "God" as my witness.

Congratulations!

The headline is what everyone hears on graduation day, but remember... The hat does not make you smarter. Even if you wear the hat the possibilities are if you are an idiot you'll still be an idiot but you'll be an idiot with a hat for that one day.

America's 2-step dancing (Proposition 8)

The New Year arrived with an amazing 2-step/ tango dance in the world of politics in America. Everyone all around the world is excited about the new president of the United States and the changes that he’s going to bring in American politics; but on the other hand who doesn’t love a good old dance of 2-step (one step forth and one step back.)

But let’s take it from the start. Along with all the significant changes in the “fascinating” world of politics, we should also give credit to the “green” people that kept fighting the good fight by keeping cows and pork away from their plate doing the best to save the environment, and the police forces in Greece using excessive force, that lead to the death of a 15 year old teenager, so as to keep the safety on the streets.

So, America got its first black president and it seems like it begins its liberation and democratization. But this small step forward was followed by a step backwards, with the Proposition 8 passing in the state of California. The protectmarriage.com website reads: "Only marriage between a man and a woman is valid and recognized in California." (http://www.protectmarriage.com , go there it's funny)

So, let me put it this way, if two married lesbians with a kid from Holland move to California, they are not classed as “married” but a couple of heterosexuals that might not give a damn about their kids is blessed by God as married?

It was only 42 years ago, 1967, when the same fuss has been raised about interracial marriage in the United States with the Supreme Court canceling a law enacted by a legislature so as to prevent white people from getting married with non-white people.

Let comedians be in charge of the world as the rest of the men who are supposed to be in charge it seems to blow it up big time, all the time.

Here's another one

Hey there gang, it’s 4 30 am and I thought of dropping a line before I go to bed, so as to be reassured that I am addicted to the inter web.

So, after waking up at 3 in the afternoon after getting drunk in the city that I dissed and with the people I praised in my last entry, I spent most of my time until now trying to write a 1,500 words essay.

Well I’ve written 500 words till now the rest can wait until tomorrow but that’s not the point. As I was inhaling some of my 5,80 pounds nicotine, this thought hit me and I said that it would be a good idea to write it down, maybe put it out there, not only because I want to share it with any one who reads this but also because most of the time I forget what I was thinking the last night while I was staying up instead of sleeping.

All the things that I was taught that were wrong when I was younger they still seem to be wrong, but the bad thing is that some of them that I was considering as being right is worse than the wrong things.

Here’s an example: “it is wrong and irresponsible getting drunk.” Well on the one hand it is wrong getting drunk everyday cause obviously it leads to alcoholism and to addiction maybe, I’m not an expert so I’ll shut up talking about what it leads to, but I wonder what is better drunken sincerity or sober lies? Yes you shake more and act like an idiot but think about this: would you say the things that are in your mind today and on the spot or they’d be drowned in the sea of sobriety and you’d wish you would have said them?

Bottom line and point of this blog is not to praise the alcohol or dish what I was taught by my family, but say that I believe we’re already lost and closed in our own little worlds so as to take into consideration rules that will make us “appropriate” and what some people called “normal” for this perfect world. And if I ever have a kid the first advice I’d give him/her once can understand is to spill chocolate ice cream on the sofa, drink from the bottle and make his self and the people that surround him/her happy by always saying what’s on his mind right on the spot.

Part 2:

Essay handed in and here's a question for you all: Why everyone has a blog today?!

“The Magazine Guys”

So, where were we folks? Yeah, I was making some comments on my present Uni life, but I believe that opinionated 20 –something year olds that think they've learnt everything about life over 3 years in University is the most amusing thing and making a magazine is another amusing thing. But let's take things from the start.

3 years of University, can apparently teach you everything about politics. About what is right and wrong. I thought that the University years are for making up your own mind, make your own ideas and make your own set of right and wrongs.

Right wings, left wings, chicken wings and what not, everyone became a political analyst and everyone is an intellectual journalist in the pass of 3 year time. I wish I was half the genius that these people are.

So after they have learnt BBC is bad, left wing sounds cool and most importantly the corporations are taking over and someone has to tip toe around it searching a solution for the problem while wearing a Tommy Hilfiger t-shirt, drinking tea from Starbucks (nothing personal with you Tommy I actually like your designs keep it up) they decided to launch a magazine.

Music critics that know everything about music gathered, with the boarders of the term “music” stopping at Cold Play, fat sport critics that knew everything about sports and they had a sharp pen in their hands attended too and last but not least the funny witty guys were there too. And they all decided to make a magazine.

Well, me on the other hand, not witty, average weight and definitely knowing very little about sports, I thought that it would be a good idea to try and launch an online magazine too. After discussing it with a friend of mine, we agreed that the criticism and analysis on their criticism and analysis on the subjects that they discuss on their magazine would a funny and entertaining thing to do not only for us but hopefully, for other people too.

Nothing is certain yet, we’re still building the foundations. Hopefully if everything goes right we’ll have our first issue in a month or two. If not, well, I guess then there won't be a magazine from us. I don't know, time will tell. Let's keep our fingers crossed and hope there will be an update from the progress of this little project of ours.

P.S: The picture has nothing to do with anything. I just liked it and thought of putting it up.

Univeristy Life And Rainy Days In A Boring Hell

Hello once again to whoever reads this, from another rainy day in a boring hell. Here’s an update, grasping from the exciting uni life and my rainy days in Sunderland UK.

Well whoever said that it never rains in hell and it’s really hot, I guess that he’ll have to give the whole concept a better thought. It’s raining again and it’s freezing cold. Plus, nothing much have changed since my first year apart from my drinking options and, oh well…let’s say knowledge on the journalism sector.

It used to be exciting but now it got a bit boring. Sitting in on a Thursday or Friday afternoon discussing where we should go out to and always ending up at the same places. We used to go out to have a good time and get drunk, but now we’re getting drunk before we go out so as to ignore and put aside the dullness of the same scenes that we all see for the last 2 years here when we go out.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re all having a good time, and the people are great, but the scenery is a bit repetitive.

This is what I am talking about. Same messy room, with empty plastic cups of coffee lying on my desk, same last minute wake ups 30 minutes before the class and same chain smoking is going on as the first year and the year after that.

I shouldn’t complain though as the whole experience is quite astonishing. I learnt a lot about people, relationships and journalism. I’ve made some friends, and gained some useful knowledge but still this town after living in for 2 years, it’s like the most predictable town I’ve ever seen. I now understand what a friend of mine means when he says “I wanna go out and away from this town.”

From a legal immigrant from Greece in UK, studying in this town gave me a mixed of the greatest feelings, knowledge and experiences I have ever had but also some of the most boring and dull moments I have never imagined facing when I started my course.