Ahhhhh.... What can I say!?!? It seems things gang up on you just in the right time. With a lot of shitty stuff going on at work, and a complete chaos in personal life, just a little nudge on one of the few things you greatly enjoy in life makes things just too damn perfect!

It's almost heartbreaking if it wasn't so pathetic to know that I have just finished 35th minute of complete silence after the final whistle of Barcelona's match against Internazionale! Yes, this the latest passion. A passion that has been re-ignited by Messi. Who remains to be the most talented player in the world. He really brought happiness to my heart. Sounds weird? Well, it might. But for someone who enjoys football way to much, and plays it every week at least once, this is the equivalent of world class poetry for a rising poet. By allegiance, I'm an Argentina fan. And by consequence, I'm a Barcelona fan. Because it's such a hard thing to watch Barcelona play the way they do, with that little, yet grand, magician in their rank! I can swear that my week gets brighter every time he scores a goal. Usually Saturdays and Sundays are the days when Barca play. Occasionally they play on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, which means that one great performance on one of these days makes me happy all week long until the next match.

He is just amazing! He plays in a way I've never seen before. We've been waiting for the new Maradona far too long, and it seemed he will never be reborn. Yet with this guy, you always get the feeling that this is the real deal! In fact, you get the feeling that he will be even better.

Barcelona won the match, but not with a scoreline enough for them to qualify to the final. To add insult to injury, it was that freak Mourinho. A psycho in full manifestation. Now everyone will be composing poetry on how Mourinho managed to stop Messi! If you ask me, it was Messi's own doing, not Mourinho's Inter. He faced bigger challenges and always emerged on top!

Congratulations to Inter, and Hard luck to Barcelona. Maybe now Guardiola will realize what a stop mistake it was to swap Eto'o with that pathetic excuse of a player, Ibrahimovic.

I kind of get the feeling that 2010 is not my year. Usually it isn't when it's the world cup. This time it's all the more predictable since Maradona decided to transform Argentina into an experiment. If Argentina doesn't win the world cup, which is likely to happen, this year will prove to be another lousy year for me.

About 20 months ago I discovered what is known to almost everyone now as The Blogosphere. Pretty sharp, eh? However, I jumped on the wagon real quick. I remember it took me a couple of hours from the time I saw the first blog to start my own. It felt like the thing I wanted to do for a long time, but never knew it existed.
Now, 20 months later PALORDINIA has kept this newly discovered passion alive. Granted, I'm not the most persistent, nor the most consistent blogger out there, but I try as much as I can. In the past few days I realized that PALORDINIA has developed some kind of a personality, At least in my own eyes, despite my random thoughts and mood swings.
As such, the decision was taken, on a starry starry night, to give it a sidekick! One that is more casual, and probably more blunt! Something more personal. Something that will be more of a product of my daily life. Having said that, PALORDINIA will remain my first love, sort of speak. It's where the clicks started. Here, and where I met the self-claimed writer in me.
You say, life sometimes surprises you with weird twists and turns. You need to keep track. You need to keep events on a short leash. Otherwise life will run for you, and by the time you turn into a gold fish, which is not very far for me, you have forgotten what was the taste in your mouth like.
Beam At [3:47] is my own product. Still not sure how that will turn out, but I'm highly dependent on my lack of ability to share some stuff with real people. This is the first Beam, and it might just be one in a long chain of Majestic Inputs... Well, at least for me.