I thought I should share my mental breakdown through IMs. Notice how my sister sounds more, um, sane. The despair provoked an ephemeral bout of paralysis. Then, the emotions got the best of me and again, I question God's volition. And I conclude by surrendering to my fear and anxiety. This is what football does to people. (Granted, I'm prone to hyperbole but my sentiments cannot be in doubt!)

Me: Whoa, I'm still shocked.
I can't move.
Celia: whoa me too
it's over
Me: I can't even feel my face.
Is this real?
Celia: how could it happen?
damn!!!!!
they're out
Me: My life is over.
Celia: it won't be the same
WAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Me: Tournament without Barca?
Is that even possible?
Celia: man. this is a shocker!
nooooooooooooooooo
Me: I can't move.
No, really.
Celia: FC Barcelona 2009- the golden times
Me: Whoa, is this real?
Celia: 2009 was the golden era!
what will be of 2010?
Me: Where is The God of Justice?
Celia: the best squad ever was FC barca 2009
hahaha
i don't believe this
Me: No, seriously.
I should just crawl under my desk and slowly cradle in fetal position.
Celia: i totally agree
Me: I'm scared.
I think I'm shaking... Are these burning tears running down my face?
My mind is blank.
Celia: hahaha
Me: I don't want to go out, Celia.
EVER. It's not safe anymore!!!

How many times have I read this book? Enough times to wholly reject the Keira Knightly film and fully treasure the BBC version. Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle are impeccable.
God, I love this performance. I even bought the series on DVD. Such entertaining characters. Elizabeth, being witty and strong-willed. And Darcy is the epitome of a romantic character.
Leave it to a woman to create the ideal man. (This is also directed to Margaret Mitchell's Gone With The Wind and Caridad Bravo Adam's Corazon Salvaje).

This is old but whenever I feel bad, this makes me smile.
Maradona--football icon, madman and possibly the most entertaining celebrity I've seen--is basically telling his critics to suck it. Go suck a penis, to put it more directly.

And the Argentina squad, albeit struggling with incredible players, celebrate after qualifying for South Africa 2010 by singing, "Those sons-of-bitches" to journalists. I think I'm rooting for Spain this time but DO NOT doubt that I love this team.

( I'm going to loop these forever in my mind. )