as of right now, torres is one very elated man.
hat-trick against boro!
for the non-football fans (possibly only wanjie, since shes the only one who reads this blog), a hat-trick is this really cool move you do with your scalp while playing a football match.
so, anyway. i was ALL SET to post up disgustingly YOUNG fotos of me as a child, because i am flabbergasted that my so-called friends, FATIMA AND IZZAH, have been checking out this RANDOM blog for god knows WHAT reason, instead of keeping themselves up-to-date in the happenings of their beloved friend's world on her HUMBLE blog.
then, i found the secret to attracting attention with blogs. put up fotos, said stalker-whore fatima.
I WILL DO IT, i proclaimed and declared, in swenson's at changi airpot.
airPORT. airpot. for christ's sake, an airpot sounds disturbingly crude.
wait. swenson's or delifrance? no matter, it was a place where i had pasta and where i taught izzah how to sing "CRAZY LITTLE PARTY GIRL" in chinese. SHEN2 JING1 PAI4 DUI4 NU3 HAI2! aaron carter will have a STROKE if he heard our version. of course, he'd probably recover better than avril lavigne, after we switched her "girlfriend" song to hokkien. world-class hit with the triads i'll bet.
anyway. back to where i was. which was...
AHA. fatima and izzah, the stalker-hos. the main reason WHY they've been so INSANELY ATTRACTED to this japanese girl's blog is because she puts up more fotos than she writes.
so they suggested i did the same.
since i look as much as a hippo and walrus in fotos as i do in real life, i thought, HEY what's the point of scaring wanjie (who is the only faithful follower of my blog)? why don't i put up fotos of me as a CHILD, since baby hippos and baby walruses are so much more in demand than adult ones like me?
so there i went, to scan all these strange fotos of my childhood. one of me accepting a prize for some SACK RACE, in my GOOD SHEPHERD CONVENT KINDERGARTEN uniform. smiling amiably at the nun, looking pretty eager to snatch that weird-looking trophy thing from her hands. i was never very nice to the nuns, my first childhood memory was of me breaking into a nun's room with 2 sidekicks, both of whom i have since lost contact with. it will be interesting to meet up with these 2 lads now yes? how odd our conversations would be. "HELLO! you're the boys whom i roped in to break into the nun's room even though we were specifically told not to! though i wouldnt really consider that BREAKING IN, because their doors werent even remotely LOCKED, let alone GUARDED. do you remember me? try subtracting 15 years off my physical appearance, and pretending my voice is higher by 8 pitches, that should help you remember."
and then i've got some fotos of me and my family with some family friends on this...interesting trip to tioman. when i was possibly a very green age of 8. i remember my dear sibling and i tried to coerce our parents into sleeping with our friends' parents, just so that we could sleep in the same room with 2 of our friends instead of the original arrangement. needless to say, we got hell for even suggesting such a peculiar sleeping arrangement.
on that trip, my dear sibling and i were the first 2 to be hit by MOTION SICKNESS, on this ill-fated boat trip out to do some fishing. FISHING. how anybody could even be remotely interested in such an activity is beyond me. but we got sick. my dear sibling first, then i got ill, then all the kids started getting hit one by one coz we all got sick just looking at each other throw up. not very charming i know, but we were KIDS. plus dead fishes werent really impressive images i tell ya.
and then, pictures of me in my chij KCP uniform, circa 1995 or so. primary 1 that should be. i was stuffing my face with...it looked like popcorn, or it could be acorns from the nearby tree, who knows. i would eat anything.
then me and my ballet self. about 6 years old there. or something like that. me posing proudly in all sorts of...somewhat balletish poses, though in some shots i looked like a deranged child while in others i was standing so straight i looked like a north korean mini-me soldier. some of the pictures were taken with MYRA, whom i have been seeing very occasionally of late, because we are in the same BUSINESS, GOVERNMENT AND SOCIETY class. muahaha. one day, i will bring those fotos to school and haunt her for life.
and then, there were various others just waiting to be put up on this blog. SO THAT MY DEAR FRIENDS FATIMA AND IZZAH would feel some semblance of interest burble in them.
but ALAS! cruel cruel fate. my printer/scanner, HOWARD (i name my inanimate objects, thats just me), decided to fall apart. that flop. first, my cable modem, STEVEN, screws up. now, HOWARD decides to do the same. its a dark dark world when my electronic devices all gang up to screw me over.
so. i just had my midterms. jolly time it was, i was going to click my heels after every paper.
riiiight. we all know me. that's just me in some alternate universe. in this current universe, i dont exactly have a great run of luck when it comes to tests. but i only always have Myself To Blame. and myself i will blame yes.
poltical science: ive not done any essays for a long time. the last time i did them under timed and pressured circumstances, i was doing history and english lit for the a-levels. somehow i got thru that. for history, 4 essays in 3 hours. for english lit, 3 essays in 3 hours. something like that. each essay had to be at least 2 1/2 pages long. written.
go me! how did i get thru that?!
because all i had to do for pol science were 2 simple essays, in an hour. 2 questions which we had the liberty to prepare for.
and wow, DID I PREPARE FOR THAT.
to cut it short, i was a little stressed out hearing people scribble incessantly beside me. i didnt know people could write at such a speed, it was entirely unnatural and disturbing, not to mention gut-wrenching. for me that is.
ECONS: what have i said about econs? i make up theories as i go along. adam smith is going to chase after me with a chainsaw if he were to ever read anything ive written and tried to pass of as econs.
so i spent three-quarts of my paper coughing and coughing.
because, did i mention that i LOST MY VOICE? not only could i not talk for 2 entire days, i could not even come up with anything remotely economical in my head.
so i coughed and coughed. i tried not to, because the china boy beside me looked like his blood vein was going to explode, perhaps because of my inconsiderate oinkings.
it wasn't as if i didnt try to stop myself from coughing. i did, and then i ended up choking and making a whole lot more noise than i would have if not for that. i sounded like i was battling myself at war in my seat. i had to excuse myself from the room to lock myself in a bathroom cubicle and cough to my heart's desire. i think the cleaning lady outside was a little bit worried, was possibly going thru a list of terminal diseases in her head.
but i got thru that anyhow. so we'll just see how it goes yes?
because i am so used to writing and writing, and because i dont find it NORMAL for me to have short entries, i will go on back to the topic of FOOTBALL.
remember i said DAVID ALBELDA was suing valencia for not letting him play?
right. he decided to come up with his very own albelda-cult to testify for him IN COURT. basically, to act as witnesses, to say "yes, indeed" when asked if albelda was treated unfairly.
SO EXCITING SO EXCITING.
i know i know. i shouldnt even be excited. such a horrid fan i am. the club is falling apart, how can i even find anything jubilant out of this?
but WOW this is high drama i tell ya. and my very own DAVID SILVA was pulled up to testify for albelda! MUAHAHA.
god knows what albelda told silva to make silva decide to defend him. by doing that, silva was effectively going against the entire club and the president and the coach. all of whom have, possibly till now, liked him.
so the court hearing was scheduled for yesterday. ive not really checked to see what happened, to see if albelda leapt out of his bench to swat president soler in the belly, or to see if anybody was hauled away on cuffs (which would have been SO exciting). i know, ive been watching too many dramas.
ive seen pictures though. of an expressionless zombie-ish yet somehow EVIL-LOOKING albelda staring into space, waiting for the hearing. next to him, a very tight-lipped, grandiose, swell-headed-looking man named soler pouted. it was such an interesting foto, im surprised i cant describe it better. i cant find it now at the mo, but i will post it up sometime if i can.
SEE FATIMA AND IZZAH, I DO POST PICTURES FOR YOU STALKER-WHORES TO FANTASIZE ON.
so ok. thats it. im a little bit frustrated with a somebody right now, if there is anything i cannot tolerate besides the list i published a few posts ago, it is a bossy person. bless me, ive always been put out to deal with people like that.
valencia in half an hour! adios mi amigos, hasta luego.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn silva
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
EL COR DE LA CIUTAT!
third day of the new year. festivities are almost over, but there are still some others who will be visiting tomorrow. pity, i have wiped out most of the new year snacks.
in the meantime, i have been fascinating myself with this CATALAN SOAP, titled EL COR DE LA CIUTAT. i dont follow all the stories in the soap, i cant anyway, considering i watch it on youtube. i follow the max-enric storyline, which is interesting, to say the least.
brilliant actors. i like max best. but enric, wow.
im mostly in awe with the fact that these little boys are somehow old enough to be given the green light to act in that.
all right, they arent exactly little, like LITTLE. they're off their diapers anyway. but they seem about fourteen. FOURTEEN. at fourteen, i still thought that nsync were the coolest people on earth.
and how did these episodes get by spanish authorities, unless they really are loosening their ties with the vatican, more so than i thought.
they should broadcast it in spore, but chances are people would be more homophobic. some sporeans lack compassion.
all right, back to max and enric. i'll be your friend max, if enric wants you no more!
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn SILVA
in the meantime, i have been fascinating myself with this CATALAN SOAP, titled EL COR DE LA CIUTAT. i dont follow all the stories in the soap, i cant anyway, considering i watch it on youtube. i follow the max-enric storyline, which is interesting, to say the least.
brilliant actors. i like max best. but enric, wow.
im mostly in awe with the fact that these little boys are somehow old enough to be given the green light to act in that.
all right, they arent exactly little, like LITTLE. they're off their diapers anyway. but they seem about fourteen. FOURTEEN. at fourteen, i still thought that nsync were the coolest people on earth.
and how did these episodes get by spanish authorities, unless they really are loosening their ties with the vatican, more so than i thought.
they should broadcast it in spore, but chances are people would be more homophobic. some sporeans lack compassion.
all right, back to max and enric. i'll be your friend max, if enric wants you no more!
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn SILVA
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
NEW YEAR SAMPLING, ANYONE?
Universe, hello.
Happy Chinese New Year, human beings of planet earth! Well, it is not that time of year yet, but I thought I'd beat the rush and wish everybody a good year ahead.
I am utterly and entirely perplexed that there seems to be NOBODY interested in sampling New Year food at Taka with me, can there be a better way to utilise our time? It only comes once a year, my fellow humanoids, and it is one of the rare times people will politely stuff food in your faces for free.
IF ANYBODY IS INTERESTED IN SUCH PECULIARITIES, DO THINK OF ME.
(To be honest, I have already been there once. My dear sibling and I went around sampling all the stalls, well we were just being POLITE, considering how many people were shoving boxes of samples in our faces. It would have been rude to decline.
It was short-lived, however, because Mother decided to drag us away to sample some awful nuts. NUTS. I despise nuts, so "squirrel" can possibly be cancelled out of my list of probable past lives.)
So anyway, I'd like to dedicate a post to confess to the world how I am doing in school right now. I thought I should get used to talking about how my schoolwork is coming along, considering I will have relatives lining up to badger me with such questions in a few days.
ANALYTICAL SKILLS: The prof is interesting, amusing, a little bit shocking at times, because he calls on you just when you are about to drift off to lala-land. Or at least, that only happens to me. Plus, he adores ManYooooooooooo, not a very likeable trait in people. Muahaha.
BUSINESS, GOVT & SOCIETY: Dodgy course name. And as most business courses, it's quite a dull one to me. I was never entirely fascinated with the business and commercial world so this class serves not much purpose to me (I suppose I have mentioned before that "cow" is number one on my list of probable past lives, because I have a secret dream to move to a farm or some random countryside in the future. I am not as insane as I sound, really).
Plus, people participate VERY eagerly in class. It is as if they plan what to say the night before, I do not understand where people get all these rebuttals from, I suppose I am the sort who thinks from A to B and stops, but other people would think from A to Z.
POLITICAL SCIENCE: Oh. My. Word.
What else can I say?
And I wanted to major in Political Science. What a joke.
INTRODUCTORY ECONS: I dropped it in JC for a reason.
I remember the day when I sought out my Econs teacher in JC to inform her of the good news. I was afraid that she would not allow me to do so, because it was about a month to the Big A's -----> I was that stupid, how could I have pushed on for Econs that far? I suppose I had this idealistic image of myself intelligently musing over Econs graphs and holding wise conversations with people about economic theories, but I never did get anywhere NEAR that.
Besides, I spent lecture time coming up with weird lists with Chelsea.
Pearlyn: Mrs ***, I...I...I....(tried to give my most forlorn expression, with regret welling up in my eyes) I think I might drop Econs (looked into the far distance thoughtfully, but with a sense of purpose in eyes).
Mrs ***: Okay.
OKAY?!
WHO SAYS OKAY JUST LIKE THAT?
Of course, at that point I was so stunned I dropped my entire "regretful" act, and just stared at Mrs ***. She then patted me on the back or something somewhat friendly like that, and said something like,
"I think you should too."
I THINK YOU SHOULD TOO!!!!!!!!
There goes my speech. I had planned a very emotional speech the night before, about how it saddened me deeply to even ENTERTAIN such SINFUL THOUGHTS ringing thru my non-economics brain. I planned to TEAR at the right moment (I was in the drama club for a reason after all, and I had perfected the art of tearing at appropriate moments over the years). I was going to tell Mrs *** that it was a hard decision, it broke my heart, I spent countless nights tossing and turning in bed...
All of which was bull of course. I took about 30 seconds after I had gotten back my Prelims paper to decide that I was dropping Econs.
And I didn't recall what else I said to Mrs ***, probably a "thank you" and a semi-curtsy or something. I'm a dweeb that way, whenever I'm shocked I'd do stupid things like that.
Of course, Mrs ***'s face was glowing a bit too much, and she looked like she was going to tap dance all the way back to her seat and click her heels.
So anyway, back to present times, I am unfortunately doing Econs yet again.
Now, I hate Econs purely because there are all these graphs, and I like drawing and all that junk (I LOVE DRAWING BY THE WAY, I carry a "sketchbook" everywhere I go to frighten people with), but drawing graphs is a whole different matter. I tend to label graphs according to my preferences, so if I feel like writing "WAGES" on the x-axis, then there it goes. Which is obviously wrong but I do that just to piss the Econs teachers off sometimes for random exercises.
And plus I tend to make up theories as I go along, coz I hate memorising stuff so I rely mostly on my imagination to come up with things. I suppose I do not put in effort in things I am hardly interested in, because Econs was a sore subject for me compared to my other subjects (Lit, History and Math ----> all of which I were passionate about).
Now that is not good of course, because making up Economic theories is quite blasphemous really, but I had to fill up those essay sheets didn't I?
So now I am doing it again. I don't mind it that much I suppose, and it is not as if I am completely overwhelmed by all these theories, I do understand them but I hardly bother remembering them. So I tried incorporating football examples into Economics.
Example 1:
If Steven Gerrard and Xabi Alonso are dumped outside Anfield for sale, they will be looked upon as COMPLEMENTARY GOODS, because they go well together.
Therefore, if Stevie G's price rises, Xabi's demand would go down as well, because the demand for Stevie G would go down.
Example 2:
If Fernando Torres is displayed on the streets of Liverpool for sale, as well as Wayne Rooney on Manchester streets, they will be looked upon as SUBSTITUTION GOODS, because they both play in the same position but belong to different "suppliers".
Therefore, if Fer's price rises, Rooney's demand would go up because nobody would want that expensive whore Fernando Torres.
Example 3:
Iker Casillas used to ride a UNICYCLE to Real Madrid for training.
However, his income steadily INCREASED over the years, because he has not been a clumsy goalkeeper.
Now, Iker Casillas rides a HOT-AIR BALLOON to Real Madrid for training.
The UNICYCLE is now an INFERIOR GOOD.
The HOT-AIR BALLOON is now a NORMAL GOOD.
Example 4:
Cristiano Ronaldo has two hobbies.
He likes to play football and he likes to mow people's lawns.
Playing football would give him 120,000 pounds a week as well as fame, which is an intangible asset.
Mowing people's lawns would give him 12 pounds a week as well as weeds and grass patches for his very own botanic collection. Also, he gets to feel good for contributing to society, which is an intangible asset.
This week, he chose to mow people's lawns instead of playing football.
The OPPORTUNITY COST of mowing people's lawns is 120,000 pounds a week and fame.
(However, if he sells his historic botanic collection, he can easily earn back that 120,000 pounds AND become famous for doing so, so the study of Economics actually makes us all miserable and calculative.)
Sigh.
So anyway, I have already started planning what to say to relatives during this period. They have no originality and creativity anyway, always asking the same questions, as if I can change that much from the previous year.
Relative 1:
Hi, what is your name again?
Pearlyn:
Oh, I am Pearlyn, the last of the clan. The rest of my family are over THERE (will helpfully point out where everybody else is, so they can bugger off and leave me to talk to myself).
Relative 2:
Hi, Pearlyn right?
Pearlyn:
*Thinks to myself* DARN. First method cannot be used on this person.
Relative 2:
So, where are you studying now?
Pearlyn:
SMUSOCIALSCIENCEANDPOSSIBLYBUSINESSASASECONDMAJORWOULDYOULIKEADRINK?
Relative 3:
I heard from your mother that you are doing Social Science in SMU and that you might be majoring in Political Science. Why?
Pearlyn:
*Thinks to myself* DARN. Second method cannot be used on this person.
*Gives a big smile* It is important we understand how the voting process works, and how we have a say in what government comes to power. If not, we would not be living in this stable country today where we have a myriad of New Year goodies to feast on. Speaking of, would you like some pineapple tarts?
I am almost always the one stuck with the relatives, mostly because my dad would push me to the frontline so the relatives would stop asking him about his various TV interviews. And my dear siblings would always be pretending to look useful and busy around the house while I am naturally not very good at pretending to do that, because relatives would always come up to me anyway.
This year, it is going to be somewhat quiet because so many relatives are going away for the long weekend. That saves us from eating quite a number of steamboat leftovers, because some relatives are quite keen on doing that to my family when we visit.
Well, either way, I am quite looking forward to this break. Again, what break, I have been breaking the entire semester.
Anyway, I am going now. Farewell.
BY THE WAY, NASTIC AND CORDOBA DREW MUAHAHA. Nastic was losing until Adrian came on. So he is not that unnecessary after all.
Signed,
Sincerely, me
Pearlyn SILVA
Happy Chinese New Year, human beings of planet earth! Well, it is not that time of year yet, but I thought I'd beat the rush and wish everybody a good year ahead.
I am utterly and entirely perplexed that there seems to be NOBODY interested in sampling New Year food at Taka with me, can there be a better way to utilise our time? It only comes once a year, my fellow humanoids, and it is one of the rare times people will politely stuff food in your faces for free.
IF ANYBODY IS INTERESTED IN SUCH PECULIARITIES, DO THINK OF ME.
(To be honest, I have already been there once. My dear sibling and I went around sampling all the stalls, well we were just being POLITE, considering how many people were shoving boxes of samples in our faces. It would have been rude to decline.
It was short-lived, however, because Mother decided to drag us away to sample some awful nuts. NUTS. I despise nuts, so "squirrel" can possibly be cancelled out of my list of probable past lives.)
So anyway, I'd like to dedicate a post to confess to the world how I am doing in school right now. I thought I should get used to talking about how my schoolwork is coming along, considering I will have relatives lining up to badger me with such questions in a few days.
ANALYTICAL SKILLS: The prof is interesting, amusing, a little bit shocking at times, because he calls on you just when you are about to drift off to lala-land. Or at least, that only happens to me. Plus, he adores ManYooooooooooo, not a very likeable trait in people. Muahaha.
BUSINESS, GOVT & SOCIETY: Dodgy course name. And as most business courses, it's quite a dull one to me. I was never entirely fascinated with the business and commercial world so this class serves not much purpose to me (I suppose I have mentioned before that "cow" is number one on my list of probable past lives, because I have a secret dream to move to a farm or some random countryside in the future. I am not as insane as I sound, really).
Plus, people participate VERY eagerly in class. It is as if they plan what to say the night before, I do not understand where people get all these rebuttals from, I suppose I am the sort who thinks from A to B and stops, but other people would think from A to Z.
POLITICAL SCIENCE: Oh. My. Word.
What else can I say?
And I wanted to major in Political Science. What a joke.
INTRODUCTORY ECONS: I dropped it in JC for a reason.
I remember the day when I sought out my Econs teacher in JC to inform her of the good news. I was afraid that she would not allow me to do so, because it was about a month to the Big A's -----> I was that stupid, how could I have pushed on for Econs that far? I suppose I had this idealistic image of myself intelligently musing over Econs graphs and holding wise conversations with people about economic theories, but I never did get anywhere NEAR that.
Besides, I spent lecture time coming up with weird lists with Chelsea.
Pearlyn: Mrs ***, I...I...I....(tried to give my most forlorn expression, with regret welling up in my eyes) I think I might drop Econs (looked into the far distance thoughtfully, but with a sense of purpose in eyes).
Mrs ***: Okay.
OKAY?!
WHO SAYS OKAY JUST LIKE THAT?
Of course, at that point I was so stunned I dropped my entire "regretful" act, and just stared at Mrs ***. She then patted me on the back or something somewhat friendly like that, and said something like,
"I think you should too."
I THINK YOU SHOULD TOO!!!!!!!!
There goes my speech. I had planned a very emotional speech the night before, about how it saddened me deeply to even ENTERTAIN such SINFUL THOUGHTS ringing thru my non-economics brain. I planned to TEAR at the right moment (I was in the drama club for a reason after all, and I had perfected the art of tearing at appropriate moments over the years). I was going to tell Mrs *** that it was a hard decision, it broke my heart, I spent countless nights tossing and turning in bed...
All of which was bull of course. I took about 30 seconds after I had gotten back my Prelims paper to decide that I was dropping Econs.
And I didn't recall what else I said to Mrs ***, probably a "thank you" and a semi-curtsy or something. I'm a dweeb that way, whenever I'm shocked I'd do stupid things like that.
Of course, Mrs ***'s face was glowing a bit too much, and she looked like she was going to tap dance all the way back to her seat and click her heels.
So anyway, back to present times, I am unfortunately doing Econs yet again.
Now, I hate Econs purely because there are all these graphs, and I like drawing and all that junk (I LOVE DRAWING BY THE WAY, I carry a "sketchbook" everywhere I go to frighten people with), but drawing graphs is a whole different matter. I tend to label graphs according to my preferences, so if I feel like writing "WAGES" on the x-axis, then there it goes. Which is obviously wrong but I do that just to piss the Econs teachers off sometimes for random exercises.
And plus I tend to make up theories as I go along, coz I hate memorising stuff so I rely mostly on my imagination to come up with things. I suppose I do not put in effort in things I am hardly interested in, because Econs was a sore subject for me compared to my other subjects (Lit, History and Math ----> all of which I were passionate about).
Now that is not good of course, because making up Economic theories is quite blasphemous really, but I had to fill up those essay sheets didn't I?
So now I am doing it again. I don't mind it that much I suppose, and it is not as if I am completely overwhelmed by all these theories, I do understand them but I hardly bother remembering them. So I tried incorporating football examples into Economics.
Example 1:
If Steven Gerrard and Xabi Alonso are dumped outside Anfield for sale, they will be looked upon as COMPLEMENTARY GOODS, because they go well together.
Therefore, if Stevie G's price rises, Xabi's demand would go down as well, because the demand for Stevie G would go down.
Example 2:
If Fernando Torres is displayed on the streets of Liverpool for sale, as well as Wayne Rooney on Manchester streets, they will be looked upon as SUBSTITUTION GOODS, because they both play in the same position but belong to different "suppliers".
Therefore, if Fer's price rises, Rooney's demand would go up because nobody would want that expensive whore Fernando Torres.
Example 3:
Iker Casillas used to ride a UNICYCLE to Real Madrid for training.
However, his income steadily INCREASED over the years, because he has not been a clumsy goalkeeper.
Now, Iker Casillas rides a HOT-AIR BALLOON to Real Madrid for training.
The UNICYCLE is now an INFERIOR GOOD.
The HOT-AIR BALLOON is now a NORMAL GOOD.
Example 4:
Cristiano Ronaldo has two hobbies.
He likes to play football and he likes to mow people's lawns.
Playing football would give him 120,000 pounds a week as well as fame, which is an intangible asset.
Mowing people's lawns would give him 12 pounds a week as well as weeds and grass patches for his very own botanic collection. Also, he gets to feel good for contributing to society, which is an intangible asset.
This week, he chose to mow people's lawns instead of playing football.
The OPPORTUNITY COST of mowing people's lawns is 120,000 pounds a week and fame.
(However, if he sells his historic botanic collection, he can easily earn back that 120,000 pounds AND become famous for doing so, so the study of Economics actually makes us all miserable and calculative.)
Sigh.
So anyway, I have already started planning what to say to relatives during this period. They have no originality and creativity anyway, always asking the same questions, as if I can change that much from the previous year.
Relative 1:
Hi, what is your name again?
Pearlyn:
Oh, I am Pearlyn, the last of the clan. The rest of my family are over THERE (will helpfully point out where everybody else is, so they can bugger off and leave me to talk to myself).
Relative 2:
Hi, Pearlyn right?
Pearlyn:
*Thinks to myself* DARN. First method cannot be used on this person.
Relative 2:
So, where are you studying now?
Pearlyn:
SMUSOCIALSCIENCEANDPOSSIBLYBUSINESSASASECONDMAJORWOULDYOULIKEADRINK?
Relative 3:
I heard from your mother that you are doing Social Science in SMU and that you might be majoring in Political Science. Why?
Pearlyn:
*Thinks to myself* DARN. Second method cannot be used on this person.
*Gives a big smile* It is important we understand how the voting process works, and how we have a say in what government comes to power. If not, we would not be living in this stable country today where we have a myriad of New Year goodies to feast on. Speaking of, would you like some pineapple tarts?
I am almost always the one stuck with the relatives, mostly because my dad would push me to the frontline so the relatives would stop asking him about his various TV interviews. And my dear siblings would always be pretending to look useful and busy around the house while I am naturally not very good at pretending to do that, because relatives would always come up to me anyway.
This year, it is going to be somewhat quiet because so many relatives are going away for the long weekend. That saves us from eating quite a number of steamboat leftovers, because some relatives are quite keen on doing that to my family when we visit.
Well, either way, I am quite looking forward to this break. Again, what break, I have been breaking the entire semester.
Anyway, I am going now. Farewell.
BY THE WAY, NASTIC AND CORDOBA DREW MUAHAHA. Nastic was losing until Adrian came on. So he is not that unnecessary after all.
Signed,
Sincerely, me
Pearlyn SILVA
Monday, February 4, 2008
Greetings to All.
and the football gods are starting to play fair.
for the mighty locusts of real madrid have fallen to almeria. ALMERIA. i have newfound respect for them i must say. after beating valencia 1-0, they went on to beat real 2-0. their gk diego alves must have invested in some pretty red lingerie i must say (the spanish people believe red underwear is good luck).
wait. or is it an italian custom?
well let's just assume it is a mediterranean fad.
lately, i have been paying much attention to this lad named ADRIAN GONZALEZ. quite a colourful history i must say.
colourful in the sense that he happens to be a legendary footballer's son. yet he himself is quite an, to be brutal, unexceptional player.
FACTFILE
Name: Adrian Gonzalez Morales
Date of Birth: 25-05-1988
Clubs: Real Madrid Castilla (MADRIDISTA! why do i even bother acknowledging his existence?), Celta de Vigo (with JORGE!), Gimnastic de Tarragona (where he has currently been tossed to)
Position: Midfielder
Height: Tall (i think he is still growing, so i see no point in putting up his height)
Weight: Malnourished (he looks it anyway)
basically, i feel quite sorry for him because he has to live up to his father's good name. who is this father?
his father's name is michel. a real madrid legend.
actually, most people in spore have no idea who he is. but he is a legend, i was obviously not around when he was a player (scroll your eyeballs up, his son and i are of the same age) but i have heard of his notoriety. for the michel-impaired, here is a video to showcase one of michel's outstanding talents.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYk_sM1WFyA
well. michel aint just good with his feet, apparently with his hands too.
so where was i?
right. adrian. now his son grew up with immense pressure to be as great as his father in football (and in distracting his team's opponents as well) and all was well, adrian won a place in real madrid's youth teams.
in 2006, he won a place in real madrid castilla, the b team of real madrid. where the juniors play. the little ones. the young things. where the likes of miguel torres (currently the defender of real's first team whose head looks most unnaturally gelled) emerged from.
his father, michel, was coach of rm castilla then. HMMM.
NEPOTISM, people screamed. ADRIAN'S TERRIBLE, people hollered. FAVOURITISM, people blasted.
still, adrian played on anyway. in fact, he was given priority in the starting lineup over a certain boyish thing named MATA, who left for valencia in a huff after being treated unfairly (he is, however, also unfortunately ignored in valencia).
to cut a long story short, rm castilla was relegated and michel left as coach. quite tragic really. i would be sad if i cared about real madrid. which i dont, so hurray.
adrian, for some reason, was promoted to the real madrid first team to join the madrid whores, but he was deemed unnecessary by coach schuster, who was apparently not afraid to receive michel's wrath for that. i suppose schuster did not see what michel was capable of in that youtube video.
so adrian was loaned out to celta vigo, a 2nd division team. after playing 3 games (3 i think, that is sad dont you think?), he was also deemed unnecessary.
how can somebody be deemed unnecessary by so many people? michel was furious.
and now, adrian is playing for nastic, another 2nd division team, who might be relegated to the 3rd division if they are not careful. they are already losing as of this moment, according to live scores.
below is a picture of the long-suffering adrian, looking drenched and unwanted and unnecessary to people.
for adrian's sake, let's hope nastic wins tonight. every recent picture ive seen of him, he looks like he's got a saw in his pocket.
ok. going now. goodnight organisms!
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn silva
for the mighty locusts of real madrid have fallen to almeria. ALMERIA. i have newfound respect for them i must say. after beating valencia 1-0, they went on to beat real 2-0. their gk diego alves must have invested in some pretty red lingerie i must say (the spanish people believe red underwear is good luck).
wait. or is it an italian custom?
well let's just assume it is a mediterranean fad.
lately, i have been paying much attention to this lad named ADRIAN GONZALEZ. quite a colourful history i must say.
colourful in the sense that he happens to be a legendary footballer's son. yet he himself is quite an, to be brutal, unexceptional player.
FACTFILE
Name: Adrian Gonzalez Morales
Date of Birth: 25-05-1988
Clubs: Real Madrid Castilla (MADRIDISTA! why do i even bother acknowledging his existence?), Celta de Vigo (with JORGE!), Gimnastic de Tarragona (where he has currently been tossed to)
Position: Midfielder
Height: Tall (i think he is still growing, so i see no point in putting up his height)
Weight: Malnourished (he looks it anyway)
basically, i feel quite sorry for him because he has to live up to his father's good name. who is this father?
his father's name is michel. a real madrid legend.
actually, most people in spore have no idea who he is. but he is a legend, i was obviously not around when he was a player (scroll your eyeballs up, his son and i are of the same age) but i have heard of his notoriety. for the michel-impaired, here is a video to showcase one of michel's outstanding talents.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYk_sM1WFyA
well. michel aint just good with his feet, apparently with his hands too.
so where was i?
right. adrian. now his son grew up with immense pressure to be as great as his father in football (and in distracting his team's opponents as well) and all was well, adrian won a place in real madrid's youth teams.
in 2006, he won a place in real madrid castilla, the b team of real madrid. where the juniors play. the little ones. the young things. where the likes of miguel torres (currently the defender of real's first team whose head looks most unnaturally gelled) emerged from.
his father, michel, was coach of rm castilla then. HMMM.
NEPOTISM, people screamed. ADRIAN'S TERRIBLE, people hollered. FAVOURITISM, people blasted.
still, adrian played on anyway. in fact, he was given priority in the starting lineup over a certain boyish thing named MATA, who left for valencia in a huff after being treated unfairly (he is, however, also unfortunately ignored in valencia).
to cut a long story short, rm castilla was relegated and michel left as coach. quite tragic really. i would be sad if i cared about real madrid. which i dont, so hurray.
adrian, for some reason, was promoted to the real madrid first team to join the madrid whores, but he was deemed unnecessary by coach schuster, who was apparently not afraid to receive michel's wrath for that. i suppose schuster did not see what michel was capable of in that youtube video.
so adrian was loaned out to celta vigo, a 2nd division team. after playing 3 games (3 i think, that is sad dont you think?), he was also deemed unnecessary.
how can somebody be deemed unnecessary by so many people? michel was furious.
and now, adrian is playing for nastic, another 2nd division team, who might be relegated to the 3rd division if they are not careful. they are already losing as of this moment, according to live scores.
below is a picture of the long-suffering adrian, looking drenched and unwanted and unnecessary to people.
for adrian's sake, let's hope nastic wins tonight. every recent picture ive seen of him, he looks like he's got a saw in his pocket.
ok. going now. goodnight organisms!
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn silva
Friday, February 1, 2008
HELLO UNIVERSE!
O how i have neglected this baby.
I apologize to all my faithful readers (at last count, it was just 2: Samantha & WJ -- speaking of, hello there WJ, hope to see you before you return to Perth...Perth right?)
In a flash, it is almost CNY again, and all these tumultuous events have graced this earth since the last time I posted.
After my last post, I think I gleefully sat for my finals, all of which I did little to be proud of. O pish posh, boo hoo, I'm not going to lament about the unfairness of this world like most others, I reached my studying peak in the O's and A's and I think that after that I found more important things other than grades to focus on. I'm quite stupid I know, but I don't fancy school and I don't let grades rule my future.
But here it goes, the gory news:
Stats: The unidentified prof (who would always gaze at a distant and smile) was actually pretty generous with me, considering I spent a large amount of time voting for my Player of the Week on http://www.valenciacf.es/ during class and watching La Liga highlights on http://www.futvolgoles.es/ ---> I had myself to blame I realize, but why put a class on Monday, right after all the weekend action?
LTB: My quizzes pulled my entire grade down. However, looking at my textbook, I can see why.
Psychology: I cannot remember what I scored in this.
Sociology: Muahaha this was awful as well. It is a result of not paying attention in class and reading football blogs online when I should have been engaged in a heartening debate about what wrong Britney Spears was doing to society.
Comms: My best one yet. What a stunner.
And the much-needed break came.
Wait, what break, I had been breaking the entire semester.
And then school started again. About a month ago. Or a few weeks. Who counts?
Clearly, my attitude towards school is a cause for concern, if any high-ranking dude in school stumbles upon my blog, I think I would be locked in a counselling cell. But really. I like learning, it is the grades I don't bother about. As for not paying attention in class, I think I had mentioned before that I have a short attention span, and I only pay attention to things worthy of my attention. Which narrows it down to a discussion on football, Spain, history, uh flamingoes. You know, the usual. And it also depends a lot on who is speaking. I dislike people with ignorance (I will never forget that scholar I talked to who had no idea that Rome was in Italy. Rome is the capital. I would not have minded that so much, but she was acting like she was the cream of some crop.), I dislike shallow people, I dislike conservatives who fall on stereotypes, I dislike people driven by money, I dislike people without sound moral values.
Now, reading all that, my life must sound tortured, but it isn't really. It's just trends I have observed in my past few years of life, trends that I dislike, and individuals that have bothered me, some on a personal basis, and some towards the people I love.
To be honest, I live a great life. I will stop before this blog becomes like all those nasty blogs on the internet where people turn their sites into a huge sobfest about how horrible their lives are. Granted, some live awful lives but some others whine over things like...not being able to get new shoes or something like that. Irksome much.
And as always, I will have to talk about football.
A CRISIS has befalled Valencia.
I cannot remember if I'd written about Ronald Koeman being appointed as coach. But he was. I never had much faith in him, but I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Now he makes all Valencia fans want to slit their wrists. Or slit HIS wrists. But i think we're barking up the wrong tree, calling the wrong pot black (eh? what is that phrase?).
POT CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK, wrong usage of the phrase. Never mind.
I think Soler needs to accept some of the responsiblity as well. What is Soler? Behold, THIS is a Soler.
Hang on, there are 3 men in the above foto. Obviously, a Soler would be pretty much the most majestic-looking, portly-looking one in the foto. The one feigning kindness and goodwill, but pretty much cutting the blood circulation off a nervous-looking Baraja and a malnourished-looking Silva, looking at how tightly he is gripping both their hands.
Baraja's face seems even paler than it used to be.
Now Soler, he is the president. El Presidente. Which, in Spain, means he controls pretty much everything that goes on in the club. And gets all its profits. And provides the club with funds and transfer budgets. He is a Rich Man. A man socialite (is there a male version of a socialite? REMEMBER TO CHECK). He is Spain's answer to Paris Hilton. In the 1950s I presume. Or however old he is. He is the son of some tycoon somewhere, and he is almost always grinning creepily like that. However, I hope that sex tapes are purely American Paris Hiltons phenomena, because I would not be able to live on if Soler were to do something like that.
To cut a long story short, I think Koeman is being made scapegoat for some of the horrid things that go on in Valencia. Now this is just my opinion, it might not be a fact. (Disclaimer had to be made because this dude from Sevilla is currently being sued for speaking up against the Osasuna coach. More on that in a while.)
Shucks I'm getting hungry. Allow me to wrap this post up in twice my normal speed.
HERE IS A SUMMARY OF THE AWFUL EVENTS THAT HAVE MADE HEADLINES IN THE MESTALLA THIS SEASON:
1. Roberto Ayala left ---> O, how my heart shattered in pieces yet again after it first shattered when Aimar left Valencia. Ayala was El Capitan, the man with the power in the dressing room, the rock in our defence, the light of my eyes.
All right, that last part was redundant, but you get the idea.
Our dear Ayala.
(Do ignore the perverse-looking Javier Zanetti lurking behind Ayala's shoulder, he is of no importance to this post.)
2. David Albelda is embroiled in a mini-scandal. Spanish newspapers reported that he was looking for a pay raise or something like that and how he had argued with the top men in Valencia.
3. Valencia loses to Chelsea. At home.
Eh? Koeman has Blue Eyes.
6. Koeman tells David Albelda, Santiago Canizares and Miguel Angel Angulo that they will never play for Valencia again. Never. Never. Never.
Which means Not Ever.
Now, I think there is a better picture of them three together. But this will do. Albelda is the cold-looking one quietly slinking away from the herd, Canizares is the white-haired man stretching and stretching and stretching for god knows what reason, considering he doesnt even play anymore. Angulo is the second cold-looking person looking like he's carrying many many things, perhaps he had just sadly cleared out his locker. :(
The three musketeers. They are veterans (which is a nice way of saying THEY ARE OLD). but truth be told, they did not deserve to be treated this way. No matter what asshats they were in the dressing room (inside stories say they dominated the dressing room, they were the major clique, the male version of the Unicorn Club in Sweet Valley I expect).
7. David Albelda cries in his first press conference since his "sack". It was, indeed, tear-inducing. As much as I was highly amused by his terrible semi-nude fotos he did for Valencia fans a few years back (oh my word, they were TERRIBLE, who in their right mind would construe that as sexy is beyond me), I felt very sorry for him (which might have been his intentions, but let's just assume he is a Good Sad Man).
Here is a link to his sobfest: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JU0tlD3RNYU
The poor dear. As much as I like to pretend I knew what he was saying, I don't think I'd know even if I understood Spanish. I can never comprehend what people are saying when they are teary.
I think he said something like, "I did not deserve this..." and "Why o WHY?" and possibly cursed at Soler. At least, I hope.
I liked the applause for him though. So Spanish journalists have some heart after all.
8. Canizares contemplates an early retirement. AN EARLY RETIREMENT. I understand he is OLD, but he had plans to play on till...forever!
And he had been brilliant in the previous matches too.
He is, however, apparently quite childish, for a 40-year-old man. He refused to speak to Timo Hildebrand (the other GK) at all ever since Timo arrived. Maybe he thought Timo had a less-cool hairstyle for a goalkeeper.
9. Angulo says in an interview that his soul was splitting or that his heart was torn apart and stepped on or something like that (I might have embellished it a little, but you get the general sense). The poor dear. He was rubbish quite a bit this season and last season, but he is, you know, ANGULO. He was ALWAYS there.
10. Carlos Marchena and Vicente and the other oldies give telling interviews about how they are devastated with how the Three Men are being treated. Marchena said something about how he's been training beside them but he was not allowed to speak with them or something. O good grief, who will you talk to about old Spanish soaps now, Marchena?
11. Ruben Baraja (the Resident Grouch, seen way above in that bloodsucking foto of Soler) and Marchena are made captains of Valencia. Silva is somewhere Up There as well. Although the idea of Silva being captain is pretty amusing, considering his daddy still drives him to training.
Anyway. The bad thing about this is that the Resident Whiner, also known by his other name Vicente, was apparently not very happy with that decision. He was overlooked as captain. Entirely.
Vicente had not learnt his lesson after he was fined by the club for swearing at the medical doctors.
Anyway, three-quarters of Vicente is seen in that chilling foto of Quique above.
12. Manuel Fernandes is arrested for getting into some scuffle at this club, where he was busy square-dancing with Miguel. Or doing a Portuguese dance.
ARRESTED. He spent a night in a cell.
I think Koeman fainted when he heard that.
Fernandes is the older boy there. I don't recall him ever sulking that much.
13. EVER BANEGA ARRIVES!
Now that part is good news. Because he is a fantastic player.
The bad news is that...Banega had a Past.
He shall now be known as our Resident Adult Film Star.
All right, it was just that one video, and it wasn't like he gave his blessings for it to be released. What a twat that girl must have been. This same girl released a video of Jonathan Maidana (Boca Juniors) as well. The two boys were chatting with her via webcam when they got a little excited. Enough said.
I promise you I would never watch those videos. NO THANK YOU.
Banega Doesn't Smile by the way. Well, looking at how fate has dealt him, I can see why.
All right, I guess it is hard to smile when you have oranges draped all around your neck. But I think it is also because none of the other players were willing to exchange MSN contacts with him. MUAHAHA.
O forget it. I'm getting too hungry. That's about the bulk of the misfortunes that plagued Valencia anyway. That and the fact that they are currently 5 points from relegation. And Joaquin does not fancy Koeman. And Albelda has sued the club.
All right. Hello Food, Goodbye Blog.
Signed,
Sincerely, me
PEARLYN SILVA
By the way, I am starting to fascinate myself with Muay Thai. I remember how my dear sibling tried to teach me some cool moves, but I think everybody would prefer I remain as a spectator.
I apologize to all my faithful readers (at last count, it was just 2: Samantha & WJ -- speaking of, hello there WJ, hope to see you before you return to Perth...Perth right?)
In a flash, it is almost CNY again, and all these tumultuous events have graced this earth since the last time I posted.
After my last post, I think I gleefully sat for my finals, all of which I did little to be proud of. O pish posh, boo hoo, I'm not going to lament about the unfairness of this world like most others, I reached my studying peak in the O's and A's and I think that after that I found more important things other than grades to focus on. I'm quite stupid I know, but I don't fancy school and I don't let grades rule my future.
But here it goes, the gory news:
Stats: The unidentified prof (who would always gaze at a distant and smile) was actually pretty generous with me, considering I spent a large amount of time voting for my Player of the Week on http://www.valenciacf.es/ during class and watching La Liga highlights on http://www.futvolgoles.es/ ---> I had myself to blame I realize, but why put a class on Monday, right after all the weekend action?
LTB: My quizzes pulled my entire grade down. However, looking at my textbook, I can see why.
Psychology: I cannot remember what I scored in this.
Sociology: Muahaha this was awful as well. It is a result of not paying attention in class and reading football blogs online when I should have been engaged in a heartening debate about what wrong Britney Spears was doing to society.
Comms: My best one yet. What a stunner.
And the much-needed break came.
Wait, what break, I had been breaking the entire semester.
And then school started again. About a month ago. Or a few weeks. Who counts?
Clearly, my attitude towards school is a cause for concern, if any high-ranking dude in school stumbles upon my blog, I think I would be locked in a counselling cell. But really. I like learning, it is the grades I don't bother about. As for not paying attention in class, I think I had mentioned before that I have a short attention span, and I only pay attention to things worthy of my attention. Which narrows it down to a discussion on football, Spain, history, uh flamingoes. You know, the usual. And it also depends a lot on who is speaking. I dislike people with ignorance (I will never forget that scholar I talked to who had no idea that Rome was in Italy. Rome is the capital. I would not have minded that so much, but she was acting like she was the cream of some crop.), I dislike shallow people, I dislike conservatives who fall on stereotypes, I dislike people driven by money, I dislike people without sound moral values.
Now, reading all that, my life must sound tortured, but it isn't really. It's just trends I have observed in my past few years of life, trends that I dislike, and individuals that have bothered me, some on a personal basis, and some towards the people I love.
To be honest, I live a great life. I will stop before this blog becomes like all those nasty blogs on the internet where people turn their sites into a huge sobfest about how horrible their lives are. Granted, some live awful lives but some others whine over things like...not being able to get new shoes or something like that. Irksome much.
And as always, I will have to talk about football.
A CRISIS has befalled Valencia.
I cannot remember if I'd written about Ronald Koeman being appointed as coach. But he was. I never had much faith in him, but I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Now he makes all Valencia fans want to slit their wrists. Or slit HIS wrists. But i think we're barking up the wrong tree, calling the wrong pot black (eh? what is that phrase?).
POT CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK, wrong usage of the phrase. Never mind.
I think Soler needs to accept some of the responsiblity as well. What is Soler? Behold, THIS is a Soler.
Hang on, there are 3 men in the above foto. Obviously, a Soler would be pretty much the most majestic-looking, portly-looking one in the foto. The one feigning kindness and goodwill, but pretty much cutting the blood circulation off a nervous-looking Baraja and a malnourished-looking Silva, looking at how tightly he is gripping both their hands.
Baraja's face seems even paler than it used to be.
Now Soler, he is the president. El Presidente. Which, in Spain, means he controls pretty much everything that goes on in the club. And gets all its profits. And provides the club with funds and transfer budgets. He is a Rich Man. A man socialite (is there a male version of a socialite? REMEMBER TO CHECK). He is Spain's answer to Paris Hilton. In the 1950s I presume. Or however old he is. He is the son of some tycoon somewhere, and he is almost always grinning creepily like that. However, I hope that sex tapes are purely American Paris Hiltons phenomena, because I would not be able to live on if Soler were to do something like that.
To cut a long story short, I think Koeman is being made scapegoat for some of the horrid things that go on in Valencia. Now this is just my opinion, it might not be a fact. (Disclaimer had to be made because this dude from Sevilla is currently being sued for speaking up against the Osasuna coach. More on that in a while.)
Shucks I'm getting hungry. Allow me to wrap this post up in twice my normal speed.
HERE IS A SUMMARY OF THE AWFUL EVENTS THAT HAVE MADE HEADLINES IN THE MESTALLA THIS SEASON:
1. Roberto Ayala left ---> O, how my heart shattered in pieces yet again after it first shattered when Aimar left Valencia. Ayala was El Capitan, the man with the power in the dressing room, the rock in our defence, the light of my eyes.
All right, that last part was redundant, but you get the idea.
Our dear Ayala.
(Do ignore the perverse-looking Javier Zanetti lurking behind Ayala's shoulder, he is of no importance to this post.)
2. David Albelda is embroiled in a mini-scandal. Spanish newspapers reported that he was looking for a pay raise or something like that and how he had argued with the top men in Valencia.
3. Valencia loses to Chelsea. At home.
Have I confessed how much I despise Chelsea? Not more than my antipathy towards ManYoo however.
And John Terry. Amusing at times, but he needs an occasional punch to his face.
4. Quique Sanchez Flores goes. Or rather, he was made to go.
Now at that time, I thought it was a good move. It's not that I regret this decision, it's more the fact that I distrust the club even more to make proper decisions. 
Keeeeee-Kayyyyyyy. Looking right sneaky during one of our previous matches.
And what is it with all these unwanted people popping up in my fotos, I think that is three-quarts of Vicente's head.
5. RONALD KOEMAN appointed as manager.
It all went downhill hereon.
Eh? Koeman has Blue Eyes.
6. Koeman tells David Albelda, Santiago Canizares and Miguel Angel Angulo that they will never play for Valencia again. Never. Never. Never.
Which means Not Ever.
Now, I think there is a better picture of them three together. But this will do. Albelda is the cold-looking one quietly slinking away from the herd, Canizares is the white-haired man stretching and stretching and stretching for god knows what reason, considering he doesnt even play anymore. Angulo is the second cold-looking person looking like he's carrying many many things, perhaps he had just sadly cleared out his locker. :(
The three musketeers. They are veterans (which is a nice way of saying THEY ARE OLD). but truth be told, they did not deserve to be treated this way. No matter what asshats they were in the dressing room (inside stories say they dominated the dressing room, they were the major clique, the male version of the Unicorn Club in Sweet Valley I expect).
7. David Albelda cries in his first press conference since his "sack". It was, indeed, tear-inducing. As much as I was highly amused by his terrible semi-nude fotos he did for Valencia fans a few years back (oh my word, they were TERRIBLE, who in their right mind would construe that as sexy is beyond me), I felt very sorry for him (which might have been his intentions, but let's just assume he is a Good Sad Man).
Here is a link to his sobfest: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JU0tlD3RNYU
The poor dear. As much as I like to pretend I knew what he was saying, I don't think I'd know even if I understood Spanish. I can never comprehend what people are saying when they are teary.
I think he said something like, "I did not deserve this..." and "Why o WHY?" and possibly cursed at Soler. At least, I hope.
I liked the applause for him though. So Spanish journalists have some heart after all.
8. Canizares contemplates an early retirement. AN EARLY RETIREMENT. I understand he is OLD, but he had plans to play on till...forever!
And he had been brilliant in the previous matches too.
He is, however, apparently quite childish, for a 40-year-old man. He refused to speak to Timo Hildebrand (the other GK) at all ever since Timo arrived. Maybe he thought Timo had a less-cool hairstyle for a goalkeeper.
9. Angulo says in an interview that his soul was splitting or that his heart was torn apart and stepped on or something like that (I might have embellished it a little, but you get the general sense). The poor dear. He was rubbish quite a bit this season and last season, but he is, you know, ANGULO. He was ALWAYS there.
10. Carlos Marchena and Vicente and the other oldies give telling interviews about how they are devastated with how the Three Men are being treated. Marchena said something about how he's been training beside them but he was not allowed to speak with them or something. O good grief, who will you talk to about old Spanish soaps now, Marchena?
11. Ruben Baraja (the Resident Grouch, seen way above in that bloodsucking foto of Soler) and Marchena are made captains of Valencia. Silva is somewhere Up There as well. Although the idea of Silva being captain is pretty amusing, considering his daddy still drives him to training.
Anyway. The bad thing about this is that the Resident Whiner, also known by his other name Vicente, was apparently not very happy with that decision. He was overlooked as captain. Entirely.
Vicente had not learnt his lesson after he was fined by the club for swearing at the medical doctors.
Anyway, three-quarters of Vicente is seen in that chilling foto of Quique above.
12. Manuel Fernandes is arrested for getting into some scuffle at this club, where he was busy square-dancing with Miguel. Or doing a Portuguese dance.
ARRESTED. He spent a night in a cell.
I think Koeman fainted when he heard that.
Fernandes is the older boy there. I don't recall him ever sulking that much.
13. EVER BANEGA ARRIVES!
Now that part is good news. Because he is a fantastic player.
The bad news is that...Banega had a Past.
He shall now be known as our Resident Adult Film Star.
All right, it was just that one video, and it wasn't like he gave his blessings for it to be released. What a twat that girl must have been. This same girl released a video of Jonathan Maidana (Boca Juniors) as well. The two boys were chatting with her via webcam when they got a little excited. Enough said.
I promise you I would never watch those videos. NO THANK YOU.
Banega Doesn't Smile by the way. Well, looking at how fate has dealt him, I can see why.
All right, I guess it is hard to smile when you have oranges draped all around your neck. But I think it is also because none of the other players were willing to exchange MSN contacts with him. MUAHAHA.
O forget it. I'm getting too hungry. That's about the bulk of the misfortunes that plagued Valencia anyway. That and the fact that they are currently 5 points from relegation. And Joaquin does not fancy Koeman. And Albelda has sued the club.
All right. Hello Food, Goodbye Blog.
Signed,
Sincerely, me
PEARLYN SILVA
By the way, I am starting to fascinate myself with Muay Thai. I remember how my dear sibling tried to teach me some cool moves, but I think everybody would prefer I remain as a spectator.
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