HELLO EARTH!

incredible week for valencia. strange week for me. however, since im undeniably more football-centred than self-centred, three-quarts of this post will be focused on football.

1. valencia beat barca ---> will now play GETAFE in the copa del rey final.

by goose, WHO would have expected that of even occurring in this present lifetime?!

when i saw the results, i almost fell off my chair. stunned, u might conclude. FLABBERGASTED is another word i would use.

teams like the team valencia has this season do not just beat barca like that, even though admittedly barca had a strange match. however, the football gods must have been feeling generous towards valencia that night, because all of a sudden valencia looked as if all their players had dynamites in their boots. or in their shorts. considering some players looked a tad too ecstatic for no reason that night.

MATA scored a brace. MATA! of all people! whose last name sounds like what kungfu masters would yell before they karate-chopped someone.

a force to reckon with, this mata fella. so young, i think hes about my age. MY AGE!

he looks about 35.

which i suppose sounds like a negative comment but hey, he looks matured. dignified.

of course, after the match, the valencia players were off celebrating in the streets with a huge platoon of fans, acting as if they'd just won some inter-galactic football competition. happy i know, but WAY too dramatic a celebration.

especially since mata almost killed himself celebrating. a little too zealous, that's the boy's only fault. he sort of hung precariously off this balcony waving to all of these eager crocodile-like fans, acting as if he had just been crowned ms universe. thank god somebody's hand pulled him back before the lad went hurtling down about 3 storeys into the sea of rapists/valencia fans, who were trying to jump up the 3 storeys to touch him.

i like mata and all, but i dont think i'd want to touch him. he looks so FIERY and BOISTEROUS all the time, he looks like he might spontaneously combust if anybody touches him.

2. valencia beat REAL MADRID.

AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

i HATE real madrid more than anything. lots of people ask me why, but i dont usually have the time or the energy or the patience or the fast-talking genes to explain why i detest them. i could probably draft out a booklet as thick as one of those UN charters explaining what is so grotesque about real madrid.

(WHY IS FATIMAMUSA DISTRACTING ME WITH ALL THESE STRANGE STORIES ABOUT MY FAVOURITE JAPANESE FOOD PLACE?)

i dislike real madrid and their history. they were franco-ist, enough said.

(OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THE WOMBATS IN THE UNIVERSE! I CAN NEVER EVER EVER EAT AT MY FAVOURITE JAPANESE FOOD PLACE NO MORE!)

due to my apparent attention deficiency disorder, i will stop talking about why i dislike real madrid and just go on to the happy part: VALENCIA BEAT THEM!

very very odd week. first barca, then real. how on earth is my heart going to take all of these shocks?!

actually i like some of the players from real madrid. the more polite ones.

(1) sergio ramos: fine fine player, would have been more well-liked by me if he had just STAYED at sevilla. silly lad.

only problem is his entirely metrosexual demeanour. four words: pink headband, green shirt.

or green headband, pink shirt.

oh for christ's sake, it was a pink-green combo, that outfit. appalling is what it was. even aragones looked a little bit concerned when he was talking to sergio.

other than that, he seems amusing. tells some good jokes. and his love affair with his hair is entirely hilarious. he'd probably make a good hairdresser.

OH and he READS. how rare is it that footballers read?! for example, i saw this picture of casillas at this bookstore at some airport. he looked entirely confused flipping thru a magazine.

obviously casillas cannot read.

(2) actually, i think ramos is the only player i would accept as a human being in real madrid. the rest of them all ought to be culled.

the real madrid castilla boys are okay too i suppose. quite pity them really, coz theyre hardly given a chance to prove themselves.

for example, there is ESTEBAN GRANERO, who is currently playing for getafe. not seen him much in action, but he has his moments.

real madrid does not want him.

his story is just one of the thousands of stories of youth players being mistreated in real madrid.

might i also say that all of them look entirely malnourished as well? obviously they are not being properly fed. no wonder they got relegated last season. the youth team that is.

ANYWAY. valencia beat real madrid. was on cloud nine the next day, which was yesterday. smiled to myself a little bit too much while walking across campus. very possibly frightened a number of passers-by.

ALL RIGHT. tired with the football talk. on to my strange life.

ive been busy.

and easily agitated.

construction work next door is STILL not done, will possibly be done in october.

OCTOBER. o slap me now! why dont these people just build a new house from scratch at pulau semakau? lots of land there.

dont know what theyre doing too. occasionally i would gaze out of my window trying to figure out what those dudes are knocking about. looks like theyre building a castle, or a lighthouse, who knows? there are all these strange sticks sticking out from NOWHERE, maybe theyre building turrets as well.

and they drill EVERY SINGLE DAY. WHAT IS THERE TO DRILL EVERY SINGLE MINUTE? that is so entirely impossible, unless my neighbours want big holes or polka dots in every corner of their house.

and the people working on the house sing. they SING. at eight in the morning.

it would not be so bad if i KNEW the songs they were singing. however, it is highly unlikely that the people working on the house like weezer.

october. jeez one neighbour after another. theres hardly any peace around here. i guess theyre getting back at us because my dear sibling used to play the drums at ten in the morning.

so about my week.

u know, im good at reading people. im also good at telling when people are hypocritical and when people say nice things to me because they are afraid of me (although WHAT is there to be afraid of, i know i look like a GORGON, but its insane to hear that people are AFRAID of me, like im some kind of monstrous demon, when im really just a tree-hugging, peace-loving homosapien).

ohmylove food! forget my tirade, i am going to get some food.

signed,

sincerely, me

pearlyn silva