In the mood




Notwithstanding the fact that my first paper in 13 days,

Just today itself, I watched the replays of the 1999 Champions League final, the 1999 FA Cup Semi-Final and last year's penalty shootout in Moscow for god knows how many times already.





I am in mood for later's match.

Very much in mood.




WAY TO GO CHAMPIONS.

ROME WE ARE COMING!!


There were times...



There were times in football when you sincerely knew that it was going to be very difficult.
Maybe you team wasn't playing well, not creating enough chances.
Or there wasn't much time left on the clock.
Or simply the fact that the edginess had been vanished.
You tried not to give up, you held on.
You felt the sharp pierce.
You still loved, of course you did.
But it was too late for the day.
It was when we lost to Liverpool. That painful day.




And there were times where you also sincerely knew it was going to be equally difficult,
but then one of your five senses felt that extra glimmer of hope.
The run rises, the bird sings, the flower blooms.
Your team did it.
Against all odds.
They score the one goal that might just be that goal of the season.
The critics and haters were all silenced.
The chorus heard from Merseyside stopped.
That was when Macheda scored for us against Villa.



And then there were the ones in which your team trailed by at least a two-goal margin.
It seemed tough.
It would always be.
But yet, you knew it was far from over.
You knew your team would stage a comeback.
Call it passionate intuition, biased intuition or plain stubbornness.
Reasonable or not.
You just knew it.
You bet you knew it.
That was when United beat Spurs on Saturday.


At halftime, I sat and refused to be moved for I knew that the three points would come.


And boy, they came!!




Merseyside, are you still singing!? Are you!?



:)



And this last picture is for you ladies out there.

Warning : You might be landing yourself in an orgasmic experience. Look at you own risk!

Heh Heh Heh...





Damn it, Ronny!!

Freedom from pride?


"The fullest and best ears of corn hang lowest toward the ground."


— Bishop Reynolds








If there is one thing that we need to learn to earn,
it is respect.

Not that it matters what others think about us,
it just matters that you have the integrity to care enough to learn.




And, if there is one thing we need to safeguard once we have earned the respect,

it is humility.


It is the only thing that can bring us far.

Late night chats with friends..


...........can be rather confusing even when they are not being so.

:)


Jaryn: So how's work?

Friend : So boring. Wana seep ade.

Jaryn : Oh..me too. Gona sleep soon. Tomorrow got class.

Friend : Er...

Jaryn : Waittttt. Obviously you meant your work right!



A very happy birthday to you!



My college years have been so fantastic because I have a wonderful friend like you.

The Underwear-Warehouse times.
The CA...SI....sayang times.
The knock-knock-and-RUN times.
The throw-papers in class times.

All the wonderful wonderful times!





I am going to miss all the laughters and fun we have when we finish college.

But we'll still meet up, that's for sure.
And I will always be here if you need anything.



Happy Birthday, MARCIA LOPEZ!!


Lots of Love from Si Arnab!

How beautiful a day can be!


"Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret,
for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true"


~Robert Brault




:)


It felt sooooo good, I actually cried.


Indeed, giving do feel a million times better than receiving.



Kiss me, honey honey kiss me!


(Found this at a United forum online.)



They say a picture is worth a thousand words.




I say, it's worth some laugh-out-louds too!

:D

To tame the Hulk.


It's going to be a hard hard game at Dragao next week.




United have to strengthen the defence, tune the midfield, and sharpen the attack.


Sir Alex will have to do whatever is there to do.


It's either we win, or earn a high-scoring draw.

Other than that;

Poof.
Out.





BELIEVE.



Macheda WOAH!! Macheda WOAH!!


Old Trafford isn't called the Theatre of Dreams for nothing.


Football isn't the most popular sports in the world for nothing.



When you expect THIS MUCH, it gives you THIS MUCH MORE.


And it goes on.

All that buzz grilled to perfection.


That's the beauty of football.




:)






When 17-year-old Federico Macheda brilliantly curled the ball into the net,

Adrian and I flew (yes, flew) off the couch.

And we screamed.

It did not matter what time it was. Or that our throat might burst open.







And after the noisy passionate celebrations, I just stood in front of the telly watching the remaining two minutes or so.



Unfuckingbelievable.


Shaking.

Shaking.

I was shaking.




(LOL, sounds dramatic?
HELL YES.)







Words cannot and will not ever begin to describe that feeling you have when a team you love so much
wins in a manner and under the circumstances of
which mine did 30 minutes ago.


It seemed at some point that we were heading to a third consecutive defeat,
but sheer but not unfounded guts tell me that in football,
the best was always yet to come.


And when you believe hard enough, your wish is capable of being fulfilled.


The last time I was this excited for a United win was during the game in Moscow.
You'll know what I mean if you know what I mean.



It was a fantastic game of football.
Not within the greatness of THAT 1999 win in Nou Camp.

But close enough for me to lose my voice.



Well done, Ronny (not to be confused with Rooney) for scoring two amazing goals.

And, how clever it was (as usual) of Sir Alex to put a Macheda in.
It showed United's plight.
But ultimately it was this very substitution that made the difference.


And did you see how calm Sir Alex was during the entire match?
Benitez would have been yelling and yelling by the pitch!






We needed a galvanizing win, and we got it.




:)

Up next - Porto!



Talk about must-wins.


United vs Aston Villa.


If there is any game that we have to win;

It is this one.

.

.

Five more minutes to the kick-off.

.
.

Needed to blog to get rid of the nervousness in me.


Looking at the Scousers' big butts from second place
isn't a nice view. At all.



Let's get back to where we belong.


.

Four minutes and 30 seconds.


.

Damn it.


.

Four minutes and 20 seconds.



Are you hungry?


Hehehehe.


I made garlic breaddddddd!




They're so goooooooood.


YUMMMMMMMMMS.



And also, I can now proudly say that I have acquired a new skill ;

"Chopping garlic"

:)

Butterfly's flying.


A classic case of bittersweetness.


Weariness plays no part.



Really.
Stop, and smell the flowers.


:)