Dicking Around

Feeling a little fucked up here and there. And when I'm feeling fucked up I tend to poke fun at others and laugh at the expense of your agony.

Hence when I saw the always-fluke ESPN report about United courting Pepek Reina of Liverpool I just cant help but be irked by the joke.

To top it off, the never failing, ever past-glorifying of the Scouse shitheads commented. And I just gotta take a swipe. Fuck you you Scouse cunts. Get familiar with those relegation spots, pretty soon you're gonna follow the Leeds. Yes every fuckin' pun intended.

That. There. The 3rd comment epitomizes why Liverpool will never be as good as United. And why will they stay a mediocre team with past glories histories as their only bragging right for a long long time to come.

Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh.

Yuck Fou You Cunt.

Fuck off Wayne. After all those 'lack ambitions' remarks. Do you think we will ever find ways to forgive you ? Should've sold the bitch.

Lest we forget..

Shitty Cunts.

Did you premature ejaculate your pants off dimwits ?

Lest we forget..

Greetings, Peasants.

I just remembered something from way back. A cause for a schmile. And yes United will bounce back. And we will come back even stronger.

What don't kill us, will only make us kill them.

United Melancholic Resistance Anthem commences. What better way than to start it off with the King himself.

Lest we forget..

Lest We Forget

52 years ago, the whole world bored witness to the event that buried Manchester United, supposedly forever from the arena of world football. We were at the top. The Busby Babes haven't even reached their full potential. Yet the flair they exerted when plying their trade on the pitch has made centuries after them wondered what would have they been should they survive the tragedy in the bitterly snowy winter in Munich.

8 players from the main squad never did see the lights of day ever again. Matt Busby, the legendary manager who was responsible for the development of the Busby Babes and most importantly, the man responsible for rebuilding the team post the Busby Babes from the ashes of Munich, and few others survived.

Indeed we struggled to replicate the form that put fear into our opponents' eyes. But we are Manchester fuckin' United. 4 years later we were the European champions.

The whole fucken' point here is we should remember just who we are. Just why the hell does everybody hate us so bitterly. Just why the hell our downfall would be such a cause for celebration. Loads of great players come and go just to write in their autobiographies few years down the road, how leaving Manchester United was the one of the few regrets they had in football and/or how leaving Manchester United was the biggest mistake they ever made in their entire footballing career.

Hence if Rooney does leave, it is indeed a very sad day for me, for the team I hold so dear. But no players, NO FUCKEN' PLAYERS will ever be bigger than the club. Period.

So pack your bags and this shall be where we part.

Lest we forget..

Because We Are United.

Wayne, should you ever walk out of the door, trust me its gonna be so painful its gut-wrenching. We will have to hate you so much, simply because we adore you so much. Dark skies billow over our heads, rainy days ahead but we will NEVER FUCKIN' DIE. Simply because we are Manchester United!

This is just so sad that words fail to fail me. I fumbled.

Talking To Myself.

In pursuit of a more chameleon-ish, politically & socially irresistible personality. I am so afraid of losing the essence that made me who I am. The essence that got me celebrated as a non-celebrity. Can't be appreciated by all notwithstanding, I appreciate and love the way they do when they love me. They love that cocky, no-holds-barred asshole with punchlines and comebacks up his sleeve. Crass though he is, that's who he is. That's what made him - HIM.

And that was what was appreciated. And I love it.

But comes by a time when he realized that there was a hidden angle to this whole alter ego thing. And he decided to add yet another dimension to his personality's Tree of Life. He was this stuttering, self hating mofo who sweats whenever he met a stranger regardless of the social setup a couple years back. And he's now able to stand in front of a crowd, look them in the eyes - alas, with speech impediments here and there. Fumbling here and there. But hey who would've thought right ?

Cockiness and a mixture of funnies have done a great deal for me. Its not everyday that I win friends, there are some girls who still turn to the other cheek whenever I'm within a breathing radius. But trust me I've had some great times and people down the road, equipping myself with this newly found edge. For me, this game is whether you soar your ass up high or you fall down to the pit, straight into Dungeon Dragon. There's no middle ground.

Thus when I repel people, I'm doing a much better job than insect repellent a bug.

But that was back then. 5ive in a matter of a year or 2 was a feat I never thought I'd live to smell when I was thinking of marrying off a girl I'd force myself onto. Or in a more civic sense, rape, back then.

Hence I'm reminding myself to constantly remind myself of who I am. Who I really am. And what has taken me thus far. DO NOT ever dispel what have made me a happier man now. Its practically a process of moving it from the center of my universe to an integrated part of WHO I AM.

This was a reminder from Raizzen, The Cocky Asshole who's got this in-built craving to make the mockery out of your spluttering non-sense, to his new personality celestial body.

One Heck of A Week

It's been one hell of a week. In and out of the house like hotels. Open houses, back at working cubicle, partays. Loving it. As a matter of fact, was just back from a supposedly 'Syawal luncheon' from Cyberview Lodge in our very own Cyber city. What remnants of Syawal in the luncheon though is anybody's guess. Fun time though. Nice food. OK, seriously, niceeeeee food. It's been a while since I've complimented hotels on their food. Well not exactly because they weren't nice but for one thing, the taste has grown a tad too familiar.

Hence Cyberview has just worked my lazed taste buds. Thanx.

Well but the whole point of this entry is I miss her. Despite the many faces, despite the many laughters. Thank God for once, the feeling's real.

IMC. =)

LOL'd Strike Three.
Nota Kaki: Based on a very true & tragic story

A fella I know from way back when I was working my ass off as a promoter in Tesco once attempted English manners & etiquette, apparently one of the first few attempts he ever managed to pull. So here's how it went down in the pantheons of history.

Location: Packed manned counter and he was the cashier. There were four people behind the counter.

Fella: Can I pass away ? *politely gesturing his hands for us to make way for him*

Me: Pass away ? *still lembap-ly trying to digest the something-wrong with the phrase*

The other 2 fellas: Yes please. Please do. *innocent face*

The 2 fellas were some of the most fucked up assholes I know walking on the face of earth. Dried face with a drier sense of horror humor.