1) Leaky trash bags.
2) Trying to watch the 3am match on my very very blur television. Surely this is not fair. It looks as if there are 44 people on the field and the grass is an ugly pale shade of green. How to enjoy the match eh, you tell me? Risk going lounge alone? I think not. Risk going Jessy's or Leah's or even Ning's place (tho she's in Klang now) alone (not even sure whether the former two are watching the match or not)? Too much trouble.
I shall rant and grunt and complain to myself in every possible way of how I deserve better tv reception than this while I strain my eyes to find the ball on the field for the next 75mins.
At times like these, a very fitting quote comes to mind. Remember Marvin on The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: "Life... Don't talk to me about life."
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