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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