I love my dog.
I still do.
Despite everything she had done.
The first time
it was my foot.
The second time
occurred just minutes ago.
320am.
An eerie scream filled through the night.
From a distraught pet owner.
To bite the hand that feeds you.
Or arm, to be exact.
Arm in bandages.
Blood dripping down
proving me human.
I cried not once.
What for?
It has happened before.
Numbness.
In the mind
and in the arm.
Freak accident.
Misunderstanding on both parts.
Resulting in one hurt
and one now banished
and unloved.
Of course I forgive.
Of course I foolishly take all blame.
I love this dog too much.
pearlyn wonders how she will go to school tomorrow, looking as if she spent the night on kamikaze war duty. or rather, looking as if her arm was on war duty.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
dog-sitting.
i am dog-sitting for my married dear sibling. well one of them is my dog too, so i dont mind doing it. the other dog's quite emo-ish, perfected himself with a kurt cobain hairstyle, but we tied it up or he'd walk into a wall.
i think maybe i should write down whatever i am supposed to do, because i am quite stupid.
1) feed the dogs twice a day. do take note of different portions for both, that has to be proportionate to their sizes. this will be good training if i become a mother one day, though i think it might be slightly unfair to give different portions of food to my different-sized children.
2) feed the fishes. i wonder why my dear sibling trusts me so much, considering i have an unfortunate past history of overfeeding and underfeeding animals/plants. my pet terrapin died when i was 5 because it was too stuffed with food whereas my mom's plants almost died because i forgot to water them while she was away.
i hope the fishes bang their heads or whack their tails against the fish tank to remind me to feed them every morning.
3) goal of the week: switch of ALL power plugs when not in use.
with all the violence and horror in the world today, we should always go back to the fundamental importance in our lives: power plugs should always be turned off unless in use.
4) WATER THE PLANTS. dont think my dear sibling would appreciate living in a home with wilted lifeless plants.
5) remote controls should be kept in some drawer.
good heavens who on earth would remember something like that. remote controls belong to the couch. or under the couch. depends on my mood.
*******6) TAKE THE TRASH OUT.
i always have this misconception that trash bags can walk themselves out, so i think i should classify this as an important reminder.
7) do not rearrange the magnets on the refrigerator.
my dear sibling claims they are arranged for strategic reasons. i wonder if they are believers of feng shui, though i highly doubt magnets are that high on a feng shui master's priority list.
and my dear sibling is still yammering away.
oh! but i have just been kindly offered grapes. ok i shall pay more attention to what i should do then.
grapes very sweet. be right back.
...
just got a message. gotta be in school at 1030 tomor.
psych meeting.
so much for break week. ive been in school everyday now and i will still be on friday.
i have no life.
someday, i will move to the countryside and do a hardy. i mean minus the whole "woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me" emotions he frequently experienced. but ive always been one with nature.
not in the jungle tarzan sense. i mean, luscious greenery and rolling hills and sea...rocks. that sort of thing.
simplicity.
indulging in life in its natural glory.
speaking of nature, im hungry. coz my dear sibling is still rambling on about something, and the topic of instant noodles came up. plus the dog food looks delish.
!!!
i should really get to bed before i start hallucinating.
but first, some valencia talk.
i dont hate quique, but i dont know if i want him to stay as coach either. i mean, i find it unfair that his job's so unstable all the time. his wins go unnoticed, but his losses are the talk of the town.
but looking at the way valencia's been playing ALL season, i dont know who to apportion blame to. maybe chief sugar daddy soler, the president of valencia. hahahahaha he does look like a pimp doesnt he.
ahem. soler. yes i think he interferes in valencian affairs much more than we hope. and traditionally, presidents of football clubs know next to nothing about football. if i were working in valencia's football club (possibly as cafeteria lady, coz i think their job is so cool), i would immediately organize a coup to overthrow him.
then quique. he and his bitchfight with sporting director carboni last season was so...well i dunno if the media overdramatised everything, but quique does have an exceptional talent of bitchfighting with almost anybody. including defender del horno, whom he chased out.
however, one thing i admire about quique is his courage.
last month, he sobbingly apologised to the press and to all valencia fans for the team's lack of success.
(actually at that point, i think the players themselves should have spoken up as well.)
but we all know what the main problem is. we need a creative midfielder.
and we could have gotten:
1) sneijder (who is now merrily rocking with madrid whores)
2) van der vaart (who was THIS close to cartwheeling all the way to valencia because he was so desperate to move, but noooooo we didnt wanna pay enough for him and his club didnt want him to leave)
class players who didnt really think much of valencia but who didnt mind coming anyway.
but whichever valencia bozo made the decision of spending all our money on ZIGIC and ARIZMENDI, i'd like to know.
DO WE NEED STRIKERS?
no.
no offense to them two, but WHYYYYYY. i'd like to give them more time, i really do. but zigic, hes so...TALL. the only thing i can actually imagine him doing is a header. not that i imagine him very much.
if i were to meet zigic one day, i'd have a very fascinating conversation with belly button zigic.
and arizmendi. any ball passed to him ends up everywhere else but his LEGS.
ok pearlyn, give them time, give them time.
i hope vicente gets well soon, although ive been saying that since 2003. i dont really understand what is up with him and his glass ankles, but honestly if he had played more hopscotch when he was younger, im sure his ankles would be a lot sturdier than they are right now.
ok the hopscotch thing was really random, i just suddenly thought of my childhood hopscotch days.
i also hope daviiiiiiid viiiiiiiillllllla gets well soon too.
these valencia players and their ankles. if only i specialised in ankle therapy.
am tired. will have to spend the afternoon in school tomorrow pretending to study since ive not been doing that for weeks now. i wonder what i should study.
stats?
ting kwong would burst into tears with glee. and hes such a nice man, so i think i will honour him by trying to comprehend the mystical world of stats.
(even though he stepped on my right foot the other time, without realizing that he had. guess he is used to floors with lumps?)
speaking of my right foot. i think i better start taking care of it. after that awful awful incident in the smu bathroom the other day.
1) had this bright idea to bring in my laptop, due to spate of thefts going on.
2) laptop firmly in place in hand.
3) whatever juggling act i was trying to do, it was not successful. because laptop was suddenly not firmly in place in hand.
4) pearlyn panic attack.
5) because i am quite stupid, the first thing i could think of was to STICK MY RIGHT FOOT OUT TO SOFTEN THE BLOW.
6) as expected, laptop landed on my foot.
7) major pain experienced.
8) howled in the bathroom cubicle, tried to muffle sound because i did not wish to alarm anybody.
BUT HONESTLY. SUCH THINGS ONLY HAPPEN TO ME.
omg meeting at 1030 tomor. better go to bed.
but first.
dear sibling says to close the windows.
closing...
closing...
i will close them later.
oh i have to remember to remind myself to remind don to give me a picture of his small head, i wanna play around with photoshop.
or a small picture of his head. now that sounds more accurate.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn SILVA
i think maybe i should write down whatever i am supposed to do, because i am quite stupid.
1) feed the dogs twice a day. do take note of different portions for both, that has to be proportionate to their sizes. this will be good training if i become a mother one day, though i think it might be slightly unfair to give different portions of food to my different-sized children.
2) feed the fishes. i wonder why my dear sibling trusts me so much, considering i have an unfortunate past history of overfeeding and underfeeding animals/plants. my pet terrapin died when i was 5 because it was too stuffed with food whereas my mom's plants almost died because i forgot to water them while she was away.
i hope the fishes bang their heads or whack their tails against the fish tank to remind me to feed them every morning.
3) goal of the week: switch of ALL power plugs when not in use.
with all the violence and horror in the world today, we should always go back to the fundamental importance in our lives: power plugs should always be turned off unless in use.
4) WATER THE PLANTS. dont think my dear sibling would appreciate living in a home with wilted lifeless plants.
5) remote controls should be kept in some drawer.
good heavens who on earth would remember something like that. remote controls belong to the couch. or under the couch. depends on my mood.
*******6) TAKE THE TRASH OUT.
i always have this misconception that trash bags can walk themselves out, so i think i should classify this as an important reminder.
7) do not rearrange the magnets on the refrigerator.
my dear sibling claims they are arranged for strategic reasons. i wonder if they are believers of feng shui, though i highly doubt magnets are that high on a feng shui master's priority list.
and my dear sibling is still yammering away.
oh! but i have just been kindly offered grapes. ok i shall pay more attention to what i should do then.
grapes very sweet. be right back.
...
just got a message. gotta be in school at 1030 tomor.
psych meeting.
so much for break week. ive been in school everyday now and i will still be on friday.
i have no life.
someday, i will move to the countryside and do a hardy. i mean minus the whole "woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me" emotions he frequently experienced. but ive always been one with nature.
not in the jungle tarzan sense. i mean, luscious greenery and rolling hills and sea...rocks. that sort of thing.
simplicity.
indulging in life in its natural glory.
speaking of nature, im hungry. coz my dear sibling is still rambling on about something, and the topic of instant noodles came up. plus the dog food looks delish.
!!!
i should really get to bed before i start hallucinating.
but first, some valencia talk.
i dont hate quique, but i dont know if i want him to stay as coach either. i mean, i find it unfair that his job's so unstable all the time. his wins go unnoticed, but his losses are the talk of the town.
but looking at the way valencia's been playing ALL season, i dont know who to apportion blame to. maybe chief sugar daddy soler, the president of valencia. hahahahaha he does look like a pimp doesnt he.
ahem. soler. yes i think he interferes in valencian affairs much more than we hope. and traditionally, presidents of football clubs know next to nothing about football. if i were working in valencia's football club (possibly as cafeteria lady, coz i think their job is so cool), i would immediately organize a coup to overthrow him.
then quique. he and his bitchfight with sporting director carboni last season was so...well i dunno if the media overdramatised everything, but quique does have an exceptional talent of bitchfighting with almost anybody. including defender del horno, whom he chased out.
however, one thing i admire about quique is his courage.
last month, he sobbingly apologised to the press and to all valencia fans for the team's lack of success.
(actually at that point, i think the players themselves should have spoken up as well.)
but we all know what the main problem is. we need a creative midfielder.
and we could have gotten:
1) sneijder (who is now merrily rocking with madrid whores)
2) van der vaart (who was THIS close to cartwheeling all the way to valencia because he was so desperate to move, but noooooo we didnt wanna pay enough for him and his club didnt want him to leave)
class players who didnt really think much of valencia but who didnt mind coming anyway.
but whichever valencia bozo made the decision of spending all our money on ZIGIC and ARIZMENDI, i'd like to know.
DO WE NEED STRIKERS?
no.
no offense to them two, but WHYYYYYY. i'd like to give them more time, i really do. but zigic, hes so...TALL. the only thing i can actually imagine him doing is a header. not that i imagine him very much.
if i were to meet zigic one day, i'd have a very fascinating conversation with belly button zigic.
and arizmendi. any ball passed to him ends up everywhere else but his LEGS.
ok pearlyn, give them time, give them time.
i hope vicente gets well soon, although ive been saying that since 2003. i dont really understand what is up with him and his glass ankles, but honestly if he had played more hopscotch when he was younger, im sure his ankles would be a lot sturdier than they are right now.
ok the hopscotch thing was really random, i just suddenly thought of my childhood hopscotch days.
i also hope daviiiiiiid viiiiiiiillllllla gets well soon too.
these valencia players and their ankles. if only i specialised in ankle therapy.
am tired. will have to spend the afternoon in school tomorrow pretending to study since ive not been doing that for weeks now. i wonder what i should study.
stats?
ting kwong would burst into tears with glee. and hes such a nice man, so i think i will honour him by trying to comprehend the mystical world of stats.
(even though he stepped on my right foot the other time, without realizing that he had. guess he is used to floors with lumps?)
speaking of my right foot. i think i better start taking care of it. after that awful awful incident in the smu bathroom the other day.
1) had this bright idea to bring in my laptop, due to spate of thefts going on.
2) laptop firmly in place in hand.
3) whatever juggling act i was trying to do, it was not successful. because laptop was suddenly not firmly in place in hand.
4) pearlyn panic attack.
5) because i am quite stupid, the first thing i could think of was to STICK MY RIGHT FOOT OUT TO SOFTEN THE BLOW.
6) as expected, laptop landed on my foot.
7) major pain experienced.
8) howled in the bathroom cubicle, tried to muffle sound because i did not wish to alarm anybody.
BUT HONESTLY. SUCH THINGS ONLY HAPPEN TO ME.
omg meeting at 1030 tomor. better go to bed.
but first.
dear sibling says to close the windows.
closing...
closing...
i will close them later.
oh i have to remember to remind myself to remind don to give me a picture of his small head, i wanna play around with photoshop.
or a small picture of his head. now that sounds more accurate.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn SILVA
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
nurnur zahzah.
hello izzah. i cannot believe you met so many celebrities!
i wonder what he was doing dressed like that at a cafe!
how many times have i told you izzah, always look at the person when he/she is talking to you.
i wonder what he was doing dressed like that at a cafe!
how many times have i told you izzah, always look at the person when he/she is talking to you.
how many times have i told you izzah, do not sneak up on people like that!
oh wow you met f4 izzah! and i wonder where vanness is??
oh you are a sly one, can't believe you didnt say anything!
Sunday, October 7, 2007
OH DRATS!
ADIOS PSYCHOLOGY!
i quite believe that i would get a 0 for the essay segment. let's analyse why:
1) everybody was tap-tap-tapping away on their keyboards, obviously in the midst of creating novels about the wonders of psychology.
everybody but ME.
i had no thoughts flowing through my CEREBRAL CORTEX whatsoever (is it the cerebral cortex?), and i had no real idea what i was going to talk about in my essay. in fact, i was very tempted to make a huge joke out of it.
...........
i lost my train of thought because of a minor distraction. will continue later.
i changed my mind. forget about psycho, im going to channel my energy into something wholly constructive, like PREPARING FOR VALENCIA VS ESPANYOL!
i know i know, im always acting like im a part of the team.
so we're playing at home (there i go again, like the stadium is perched on my rooftop). the mestalla hasnt been the most wondrous of places of late, so i fear we might lose to espanyol.
(when i think of espanyol, i would always think of the paella i ate in their cafeteria. oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...)
ahem. but anyway. valencia should win tonight, if moretti keeps his legs within a certain boundary and stops scoring own goals.
im tired. but i dont want to go to bed. even though i gotta get up at 6 tomor.
OH MY WORD I GOTTA GET UP AT 6 TOMOR.
i had better go then. hasta la vista, baby!
somehow it doesnt sound as cool when i say it.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn SILVA.
i quite believe that i would get a 0 for the essay segment. let's analyse why:
1) everybody was tap-tap-tapping away on their keyboards, obviously in the midst of creating novels about the wonders of psychology.
everybody but ME.
i had no thoughts flowing through my CEREBRAL CORTEX whatsoever (is it the cerebral cortex?), and i had no real idea what i was going to talk about in my essay. in fact, i was very tempted to make a huge joke out of it.
...........
i lost my train of thought because of a minor distraction. will continue later.
i changed my mind. forget about psycho, im going to channel my energy into something wholly constructive, like PREPARING FOR VALENCIA VS ESPANYOL!
i know i know, im always acting like im a part of the team.
so we're playing at home (there i go again, like the stadium is perched on my rooftop). the mestalla hasnt been the most wondrous of places of late, so i fear we might lose to espanyol.
(when i think of espanyol, i would always think of the paella i ate in their cafeteria. oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...)
ahem. but anyway. valencia should win tonight, if moretti keeps his legs within a certain boundary and stops scoring own goals.
im tired. but i dont want to go to bed. even though i gotta get up at 6 tomor.
OH MY WORD I GOTTA GET UP AT 6 TOMOR.
i had better go then. hasta la vista, baby!
somehow it doesnt sound as cool when i say it.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn SILVA.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
AND I HAVE LEARNT MY LESSON...
THE FOOTBALL GODS HAVE PUNISHED ME.
why?
1. gave up studying for psychology.
to do what? to watch my team valencia play chelsea in the mestalla.
result: valencia loses 2-1 at home.
2. gave up studying for psychology.
to do what? to think about my other team milan play against celtic.
result: milan loses 2-1 away at celtic.
3. gave up studying for psychology.
to do what? to talk with a good friend about his team liverpool playing against marseille.
result: liverpool loses 1-0 at home.
MORAL OF THE STORY:
STUDY FOR PSYCHOLOGY AND STOP THINKING ABOUT FOOTBALL.
it started out so well. the valencia match.
silva was close to scoring in the first minute.
hell, valencia was close to scoring in the last few minutes as well.
but it was not enough.
and i wonder if the first chelsea goal was a goal from joe cole's fortunate legs or a goal from moretti's unfortunate legs. it looked like a moretti own goal to me, which im not very surprised about, because moretti has an exceptional talent of having his legs at the wrong places at the wrong times. if it was him, i guess i dont blame him, because it was an impossible situation.
of course, it would have helped if hildebrand, for both chelsea goals, had a better judgment and not rushed out the way he did. but i guess i dont blame hildebrand either, because i actually quite like him and i am biased that way.
and may i take a moment to declare how biased i felt the commentators were? chelsea this, chelsea that. it was like valencia were a team of ghosts and ghouls and phantoms, because the commentators kept talking about CHELSEA.
all john terry had to do was waltz by the tv cameras and the commentators were in awe. i know the face mask thing is pretty noble and all, but im just not the greatest fan of terry ever since he tried to castrate fernando torres during a spain-england match in 2004.
ahhh. will talk more later. charlie chaplin in sociology class now. farewells.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn silva
why?
1. gave up studying for psychology.
to do what? to watch my team valencia play chelsea in the mestalla.
result: valencia loses 2-1 at home.
2. gave up studying for psychology.
to do what? to think about my other team milan play against celtic.
result: milan loses 2-1 away at celtic.
3. gave up studying for psychology.
to do what? to talk with a good friend about his team liverpool playing against marseille.
result: liverpool loses 1-0 at home.
MORAL OF THE STORY:
STUDY FOR PSYCHOLOGY AND STOP THINKING ABOUT FOOTBALL.
it started out so well. the valencia match.
silva was close to scoring in the first minute.
hell, valencia was close to scoring in the last few minutes as well.
but it was not enough.
and i wonder if the first chelsea goal was a goal from joe cole's fortunate legs or a goal from moretti's unfortunate legs. it looked like a moretti own goal to me, which im not very surprised about, because moretti has an exceptional talent of having his legs at the wrong places at the wrong times. if it was him, i guess i dont blame him, because it was an impossible situation.
of course, it would have helped if hildebrand, for both chelsea goals, had a better judgment and not rushed out the way he did. but i guess i dont blame hildebrand either, because i actually quite like him and i am biased that way.
and may i take a moment to declare how biased i felt the commentators were? chelsea this, chelsea that. it was like valencia were a team of ghosts and ghouls and phantoms, because the commentators kept talking about CHELSEA.
all john terry had to do was waltz by the tv cameras and the commentators were in awe. i know the face mask thing is pretty noble and all, but im just not the greatest fan of terry ever since he tried to castrate fernando torres during a spain-england match in 2004.
ahhh. will talk more later. charlie chaplin in sociology class now. farewells.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn silva
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Revitalized!
OH WOW.
this place is amazingly stale. and that is because i am a loser who forgot the email add i signed up under, as well as the password.
anyway, so much has changed since the last blissful post. here is what happened during the forgotten months:
1. i left tokiomarine. for the last time, it is not a shipping company that digs up seabeds. do i look remotely like somebody capable of handling a CANOE, let alone a SHIP?!
2. i decided to go to smu. i am now up to my neck in assignments and projects. time flies.
3. i went to australia. walked with some penguins. very small creatures they are, i always had this image of them being entirely humongous, but they were strangely tiny. up to my calves to be exact, and you know how short my legs are. now i know how yao ming feels around...everybody except peter crouch and nikolas/nikola/nikolai/nikki zigic (WHAT IS HIS NAME? REMEMBER TO CHECK!)
and then i also checked out this haunted castle. how was i to know it was really haunted, until this yellow-eyed semi-sober australian waiter gleefully informed us of its past? i added the words "semi-sober" because he had a little too much wine to drink i think, he also kept talking about flying bottles in the backroom.
4. i was made to attend some of the most senseless camps in my entire life. almost all of these camps are designed to make unfit people feel inadequate, and i think i should stop now because im coming from a very dark place.
it was all right I SUPPOSE, if you enjoy indulging in strange games like "diu-diu-diu". i cannot really see how relevant that game is to making friends, i mean as far as i know, steven gerrard didnt round up the entire liverpool team to play that game with fernando torres when he first arrived at the club.
5. speaking of. that blondie joined liverpool despite announcing all his life that he only loved atleti...i have given up trying to discuss this. nobody will understand. my atleti soul is wounded. it is shattered. he will never come back. i will never see him in atleti colours again.
6. my dear sibling got married. one of the best nights of my life!
all right i know it had nothing to do with me, but im happy when people are happy. cliched as it sounds.
i think that sums almost everything up. of course there's so much more to say but i dont really wanna broadcast everything i feel to the entire world. my quote for the week, however, is this:
WHY DOES NOBODY DARE TO BE DIFFERENT?
if you dislike clubbing, don't go. if you dislike superficial relationships, don't make them. if you believe in something, stick with it.
actually, make that quote of the decade. many times i see people putting on fronts that go against their personal moral principles.
DON'T.
perhaps i have been reading too much about aung san suu kyi and her perseverance in fighting for democracy. yes i do realize there is a significant difference in the issues we are both propagating, but it all lies along the same lines. stick with your principles and do not let peer pressure (or in aung san suu kyi's case, the junta) get to you. it just pains me when people are so frightened into conforming without even knowing why.
behave in a way you will be proud of when you reflect upon your life at 85.
wow. i am in some mood today. i think kurt cobain's voice DOES stir people's minds.
relax, i am not hearing voices. ive just got nirvana on my playlist now.
OH DEAR ME! how could i forget??
MAKA LEFT FOR LIVERPOOL.
no, it's not a hot-shot qatari footballer. i mean my mate rekha makalingam. now her departure to liverpool saddens me more than fernando's departure to liverpool. imagine that.
hope you're having a great time there, and i have no doubt you are, considering you spent your orientation time in ANFIELD. and you didnt even have to play "diu-diu-diu"!
ok guns n roses is on now. now that upped my mood a little. and i just looked at the clock. 3 more hours to...
VALENCIA VS CHELSEA!
here are some things i would do if i were in valencia right now:
1. round up a gang to beat morientes and villa up. honestly, a little bit of humility would kill them would it?? theyre making chelsea's camp out to sound like war-torn chechyna.
2. uh.
actually that's all i would do. oh but WAIT!
2. twist vicente's ankles back into action.
about time he started playing again! at least play against chelsea and hobble off after the match.
ok. now on to psychology. midterms on saturday. and ive got mucho readings left.
i mean, considering how SWELL my past 2 midterms went, i think i had better try to do something about psychology. considering it's going to be FIFTY mcqs and ONE essay.
well i have already started reading up on some of the chapters to be tested. the good news is...
i now know how to raise children.
the bad news is...
that's all i know how to do.
as you can tell, i've just about finished this chapter on child development. interesting but quite a little bit of common sense there yeah. the book states that telling a child "I DONT LOVE YOU RIGHT NOW!" as a punishment is wrong. i should think that is fairly obvious.
but i think i should start taking my midterms more seriously. ive just had 2 tests, and they are:
1. SOCIOLOGY
-didn't finish studying for it. went in to class totally blank.
-felt very restless throughout test. kept thinking of subway cookies.
-person beside me kept sniffling and snorting, like she was trying to smell the paper. ive always been very sensitive to sounds, although i wonder why alarms dont seem to work for me in that case. maybe i should have recorded the sniffling girl, that should work as an alarm.
-wrote quite a bit of nonsense, something about ascription and things like that. for some reason i kept thinking of paris hilton. so in my essay i talked about hotel heiresses. let's hope the prof reads between the lines.
2. STATS
-again, i knew i was dead. i only started to really study the morning itself. why?
-because i had fallen asleep on my stats book. i was doing a sum on boxplots and i decided to rest my head on the table because it was unnaturally HEAVY at that point in time. the next thing i knew, it was bright and chirpy.
-and i had some boxplot marks on my cheek.
-so my mom came into my room and told me to "sleep as long as i wanted" because it was "unhealthy to not sleep at all", failing to realize that i had just spent the entire night unconscious on my stats book. but since i was so tired, i took her advice and slept thru most of the morning. before remembering i had a test.
-rushed thru all the formulas while panicking. not a very helpful emotion i tell you. i had to read out each formula about 8 times before it sunk in.
so as you can see, psychology is now my only hope. especially since i killed my chances of doing remotely well for LTB.
so what i should do now is to open my psychology textbook.
SIGH.
adios.
watch this space for valencia chelsea updates!
SIGNED,
SINCERELY,ME
PEARLYN SILVA
ahahaha. what an ugly font.
this place is amazingly stale. and that is because i am a loser who forgot the email add i signed up under, as well as the password.
anyway, so much has changed since the last blissful post. here is what happened during the forgotten months:
1. i left tokiomarine. for the last time, it is not a shipping company that digs up seabeds. do i look remotely like somebody capable of handling a CANOE, let alone a SHIP?!
2. i decided to go to smu. i am now up to my neck in assignments and projects. time flies.
3. i went to australia. walked with some penguins. very small creatures they are, i always had this image of them being entirely humongous, but they were strangely tiny. up to my calves to be exact, and you know how short my legs are. now i know how yao ming feels around...everybody except peter crouch and nikolas/nikola/nikolai/nikki zigic (WHAT IS HIS NAME? REMEMBER TO CHECK!)
and then i also checked out this haunted castle. how was i to know it was really haunted, until this yellow-eyed semi-sober australian waiter gleefully informed us of its past? i added the words "semi-sober" because he had a little too much wine to drink i think, he also kept talking about flying bottles in the backroom.
4. i was made to attend some of the most senseless camps in my entire life. almost all of these camps are designed to make unfit people feel inadequate, and i think i should stop now because im coming from a very dark place.
it was all right I SUPPOSE, if you enjoy indulging in strange games like "diu-diu-diu". i cannot really see how relevant that game is to making friends, i mean as far as i know, steven gerrard didnt round up the entire liverpool team to play that game with fernando torres when he first arrived at the club.
5. speaking of. that blondie joined liverpool despite announcing all his life that he only loved atleti...i have given up trying to discuss this. nobody will understand. my atleti soul is wounded. it is shattered. he will never come back. i will never see him in atleti colours again.
6. my dear sibling got married. one of the best nights of my life!
all right i know it had nothing to do with me, but im happy when people are happy. cliched as it sounds.
i think that sums almost everything up. of course there's so much more to say but i dont really wanna broadcast everything i feel to the entire world. my quote for the week, however, is this:
WHY DOES NOBODY DARE TO BE DIFFERENT?
if you dislike clubbing, don't go. if you dislike superficial relationships, don't make them. if you believe in something, stick with it.
actually, make that quote of the decade. many times i see people putting on fronts that go against their personal moral principles.
DON'T.
perhaps i have been reading too much about aung san suu kyi and her perseverance in fighting for democracy. yes i do realize there is a significant difference in the issues we are both propagating, but it all lies along the same lines. stick with your principles and do not let peer pressure (or in aung san suu kyi's case, the junta) get to you. it just pains me when people are so frightened into conforming without even knowing why.
behave in a way you will be proud of when you reflect upon your life at 85.
wow. i am in some mood today. i think kurt cobain's voice DOES stir people's minds.
relax, i am not hearing voices. ive just got nirvana on my playlist now.
OH DEAR ME! how could i forget??
MAKA LEFT FOR LIVERPOOL.
no, it's not a hot-shot qatari footballer. i mean my mate rekha makalingam. now her departure to liverpool saddens me more than fernando's departure to liverpool. imagine that.
hope you're having a great time there, and i have no doubt you are, considering you spent your orientation time in ANFIELD. and you didnt even have to play "diu-diu-diu"!
ok guns n roses is on now. now that upped my mood a little. and i just looked at the clock. 3 more hours to...
VALENCIA VS CHELSEA!
here are some things i would do if i were in valencia right now:
1. round up a gang to beat morientes and villa up. honestly, a little bit of humility would kill them would it?? theyre making chelsea's camp out to sound like war-torn chechyna.
2. uh.
actually that's all i would do. oh but WAIT!
2. twist vicente's ankles back into action.
about time he started playing again! at least play against chelsea and hobble off after the match.
ok. now on to psychology. midterms on saturday. and ive got mucho readings left.
i mean, considering how SWELL my past 2 midterms went, i think i had better try to do something about psychology. considering it's going to be FIFTY mcqs and ONE essay.
well i have already started reading up on some of the chapters to be tested. the good news is...
i now know how to raise children.
the bad news is...
that's all i know how to do.
as you can tell, i've just about finished this chapter on child development. interesting but quite a little bit of common sense there yeah. the book states that telling a child "I DONT LOVE YOU RIGHT NOW!" as a punishment is wrong. i should think that is fairly obvious.
but i think i should start taking my midterms more seriously. ive just had 2 tests, and they are:
1. SOCIOLOGY
-didn't finish studying for it. went in to class totally blank.
-felt very restless throughout test. kept thinking of subway cookies.
-person beside me kept sniffling and snorting, like she was trying to smell the paper. ive always been very sensitive to sounds, although i wonder why alarms dont seem to work for me in that case. maybe i should have recorded the sniffling girl, that should work as an alarm.
-wrote quite a bit of nonsense, something about ascription and things like that. for some reason i kept thinking of paris hilton. so in my essay i talked about hotel heiresses. let's hope the prof reads between the lines.
2. STATS
-again, i knew i was dead. i only started to really study the morning itself. why?
-because i had fallen asleep on my stats book. i was doing a sum on boxplots and i decided to rest my head on the table because it was unnaturally HEAVY at that point in time. the next thing i knew, it was bright and chirpy.
-and i had some boxplot marks on my cheek.
-so my mom came into my room and told me to "sleep as long as i wanted" because it was "unhealthy to not sleep at all", failing to realize that i had just spent the entire night unconscious on my stats book. but since i was so tired, i took her advice and slept thru most of the morning. before remembering i had a test.
-rushed thru all the formulas while panicking. not a very helpful emotion i tell you. i had to read out each formula about 8 times before it sunk in.
so as you can see, psychology is now my only hope. especially since i killed my chances of doing remotely well for LTB.
so what i should do now is to open my psychology textbook.
SIGH.
adios.
watch this space for valencia chelsea updates!
SIGNED,
SINCERELY,ME
PEARLYN SILVA
ahahaha. what an ugly font.
Monday, April 30, 2007
still on a roll.
haha! whoever was breast-fed till the age of 7 raise yer arm!
don't know what these valencia boys have been up to. every week one of them would injure their wrist. there must be a serial handshaker in the club breaking people's wrists with utmost force.
i really don't know what silva is doing there. but whatever it is villa looks pleasantly contented. morientes looks a little disgusted though. albiol is as usual in a wholly different atmosphere, so he is blissfully unaware of what is going on.
albiol is impossibly long. i wonder if he gets tired of talking to people's scalps.
based on my profound observation skills, the two unidentified gentlemen beside him are possibly his or silva's admirers, due to their deliriously delighted facial expressions.
on a roll!
makes you feel warm and fuzzy all over ain't it.
silva and his ms universe smile.
when your parents preach "do not take cover under trees during a thunderstorm", obviously they have not met albiol yet. all the human beings beside him in the above picture are all in serious danger of being struck by lightning if anything.
Never Stand Next To Albiol During A Thunderstorm.
height difference.
silva and albiol. silva's trying to get the emo look down but he sort of reminds me of betty boob here. ahem. but he's still a fantastic player no doubt.
raul albiol for the valencia-impaired. i quite like him because he seems like quite a strange man.
he is quite odd isn't he.
ALOHA!
how mouldy. hello world!
i'm only here because fan j*** l** would like to see some football pictures. and because i am brimming with extreme kindness and generosity, i decided to post said pictures up here for viewing convenience. go me!
oh yeah. but before that, i would like to insist that everybody pay attention to a certain shady midget from valencia, his name is DAVID SILVA. i would like to elaborate further but FJL is getting increasingly frustrated with my inefficiency. here are the pictures:
...
because of my lack of intelligence, the pictures have appeared on top instead. ok FJL, i'm pretty sure you've seen them by now. if not, please scroll up.
ok. goodbye world!
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn silva-torres
Saturday, February 24, 2007
fury!
i am quite furious. i was feeling somewhat wise today and decided to pen down my reflections on how i regret that the meaning of the chinese new year seems to be reduced to little more than money and food amongst many people today, and i must say, it was a rather long speech i typed out, just itching to be published on this blog.
however, fate dealt me a cruel blow when my laptop (i named it dwayne), found it hilarious to HANG just as i was getting deeply emotionally involved in my thoughts, resulting in my entire tale being reduced to pure nothingness.
so in all my anxiety, i restarted dwayne and tried to recover the draft but to no avail. so i calmly re-started my account.
but dwayne's having a field day tonight aint he! he hung again! and because im quite stupid, i didnt think of saving at least a part of my draft so that i could continue again if anything.
it will be minutes before dwayne starts acting up again, what a mischievous little laptop. will have to dissect him to see what is wrong later on.
in the meantime, i will keep my thoughts to myself while i further reflect on society today. im in one of my wise-old-man moods, as you can gather.
my fury is suddenly further enhanced by the knowledge that fernando torres is still being watched by man u and other random clubs, even after his fervent reiteration day after day that he will remain loyal to atletico. honestly, i have this burning desire to get the UN to threaten these idle man u people with economic sanctions if they continue trying to entice torres away.
however, in my newfound aura of serenity, i will let bygones be bygones and try to fix dwayne so that i can put up a proper non-furious post later on. which can mean months from now. goodbye humanoids.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn torres
however, fate dealt me a cruel blow when my laptop (i named it dwayne), found it hilarious to HANG just as i was getting deeply emotionally involved in my thoughts, resulting in my entire tale being reduced to pure nothingness.
so in all my anxiety, i restarted dwayne and tried to recover the draft but to no avail. so i calmly re-started my account.
but dwayne's having a field day tonight aint he! he hung again! and because im quite stupid, i didnt think of saving at least a part of my draft so that i could continue again if anything.
it will be minutes before dwayne starts acting up again, what a mischievous little laptop. will have to dissect him to see what is wrong later on.
in the meantime, i will keep my thoughts to myself while i further reflect on society today. im in one of my wise-old-man moods, as you can gather.
my fury is suddenly further enhanced by the knowledge that fernando torres is still being watched by man u and other random clubs, even after his fervent reiteration day after day that he will remain loyal to atletico. honestly, i have this burning desire to get the UN to threaten these idle man u people with economic sanctions if they continue trying to entice torres away.
however, in my newfound aura of serenity, i will let bygones be bygones and try to fix dwayne so that i can put up a proper non-furious post later on. which can mean months from now. goodbye humanoids.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn torres
Sunday, January 14, 2007
BACK!
good lord i KNOW this place has been totally DISGUSTING, because ive not been updating for decades now. ive actually been relatively busy, although now that i think about it ive no real idea what ive actually been DOING.
ive been tutoring people, and tutoring is actually harder than i thought. FOR EXAMPLE,
Pearlyn: Romeo*, please write me a nicer conclusion to this composition you have written me.
Romeo: relunctantly O..k. 'In the end, the robber took out a gun, killed the owner of the shop, and there was so much blood that nobody wanted to clean it up. Because of that, nobody bought over the shop. Finally, a new woman came and bought over the shop, but the shop was haunted by the previous owner. The new owner then killed herself with the same gun she found on the floor of the shop, and she died. The end.'
Pearlyn: Romeo, do you have a less violent ending?
Romeo: Ok, the new owner shot herself, but she did not die. However, she went bankrupt, because nobody wanted to come to her store with all the blood.
Pearlyn: Do you think you should talk about ghosts in your composition?
Romeo: Yes, we MUST.
*Name has been changed to protect the privacy of said client.
sigh. i was actually trying not to laugh, because i had to be a serious tutor.
i also told him to prepare a weekly journal.
Romeo: Nothing special happened to talk about.
Pearlyn: Make something up.
Romeo: You want me to LIE??
Pearlyn: NO!
Romeo: You just said that.
Pearlyn: I meant that you should use your imagination to create something.
Romeo: Ohhhhh.
Pearlyn: PHEW.
Romeo: Ok, i will talk about the science centre.
Pearlyn: That will be fantastic!
Romeo: I will write this. 'One day, my family went to the science centre. My father was being a busybody, so he touched a dinosaur display. He got eletrocuted! KABOOM! We had to leave the science centre.'
Pearlyn: Speechless
what a morbid generation.
however, im trying to channel romeo's malicious intent into something positive, because the boy is just so CREATIVE. and he reminds me a bit of...myself. in some ways.
not that i think that im creative, im more of a whackpot, looking at my past english essays, teachers must have thought that i had such a traumatised childhood. ah bah recently reminded me of some of my more illustrious essays, like this roald dahl story we had to continue. we titled our continuation, "For I Am Just A Lizard On The Wall".
enough said.
she who must not be named was obviously trying her best to appear like she enjoyed our essay, but her organs were obviously steaming inside. she asked everybody to vote for their favourite essay, and everybody voted for ours. she then, in the guise of being cheerful, BANNED our essay from being a choice to vote for. ooooh, a stab thru the heart.
and in sec 1 i wrote this essay for he who must not be named. something about what i wished for about school. i wrote a grandly ambitious essay about having travellators (how do you spell it?) all over the school, and there would also be a Bag-a-lator right next to the school gate, for students to dump their bags on so that they need not carry their things around (my bag was strangely HEAVY in sec 1, hence my fondest wish to have a Bag-a-lator). and then i wrote about how it was important to get on the right travellator, because we might zoom past our stop if we got onto the wrong one.
he who must not be named ought to be proud with this breakthru in advanced technology that i had concocted in my head at the age of 13, and set about to support me in pursuing my dreams. because if it all worked out, i might have considered sharing my profits with him.
he was also very mad when i wrote him an essay giving "emily" directions to parkway from tk. we had just learnt how to give directions clearly, so he wanted us to apply what we had learnt. i wrote a crystal clear passage that ought to be published on the first page of our street directories, because it was so informative. he was upset that i gave more details than i needed to, like how "emily" would have to walk slowly from the side gate of tk to the bus stop because she might fall into a drain. and then i had NO IDEA that he who must not be named wanted "emily" to take the bus, my idea was for "emily" to walk instead, since it is obviously more environmentally-friendly. in my essay, "emily" would have to wait at the bus stop for bus number 31 or 76 and at the same time, avoid all the noisy tkss people infiltrating into our tk bus stop. these are HELPFUL guidelines, based on my personal experience.
whichever bus comes first, "emily" would have to jog behind the bus until she spots parkway in sight. now i dont know what he who must not be named was so furious about, "emily" would be one less person taking up unnecessary space on the bus, and it would be a good way to keep fit.
on a more pleasant note, barca lost last night. to espanyol, how sensational. atleti would be playing tonight against celta, so it will be fernando against jorge, two ex-bext friends playing against each other. a depressing thought, because they were so interesting together in atleti, but fate dealt a cruel blow when jorge was kicked out.
sigh.
in another depressing turn, cable will be broadcasting THE HANDMAID'S TALE, the movie version of what we did for the a's. we watched it before, in LT2, walker chose such an enormous location because he had this vision that the whole school population would turn up for the screening. he prolly missed the fact that even his lit students were reluctant to go, what a miserable fact. it turned out to be pretty good actually, but it trivialised details from the book. but then again amanda and i spent most of the movie eating, much to walker's unhappiness. i apologize for my actions really, my stomach feeds on anything. i'd go to a jungle, look at cobwebs and still feel hungry.
so samantha, when will you be free to have dinner? just holler, and i will check my calendar.
i will leave now. we are playing scrabble, and i can multi-task no longer.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn torres
oh, here's something to make people feel good about life.
fernando and...pernia, i think. now i know why spain did so badly in the world cup, since all aragones ever did was make them play peekaboo with each other.
ive been tutoring people, and tutoring is actually harder than i thought. FOR EXAMPLE,
Pearlyn: Romeo*, please write me a nicer conclusion to this composition you have written me.
Romeo: relunctantly O..k. 'In the end, the robber took out a gun, killed the owner of the shop, and there was so much blood that nobody wanted to clean it up. Because of that, nobody bought over the shop. Finally, a new woman came and bought over the shop, but the shop was haunted by the previous owner. The new owner then killed herself with the same gun she found on the floor of the shop, and she died. The end.'
Pearlyn: Romeo, do you have a less violent ending?
Romeo: Ok, the new owner shot herself, but she did not die. However, she went bankrupt, because nobody wanted to come to her store with all the blood.
Pearlyn: Do you think you should talk about ghosts in your composition?
Romeo: Yes, we MUST.
*Name has been changed to protect the privacy of said client.
sigh. i was actually trying not to laugh, because i had to be a serious tutor.
i also told him to prepare a weekly journal.
Romeo: Nothing special happened to talk about.
Pearlyn: Make something up.
Romeo: You want me to LIE??
Pearlyn: NO!
Romeo: You just said that.
Pearlyn: I meant that you should use your imagination to create something.
Romeo: Ohhhhh.
Pearlyn: PHEW.
Romeo: Ok, i will talk about the science centre.
Pearlyn: That will be fantastic!
Romeo: I will write this. 'One day, my family went to the science centre. My father was being a busybody, so he touched a dinosaur display. He got eletrocuted! KABOOM! We had to leave the science centre.'
Pearlyn: Speechless
what a morbid generation.
however, im trying to channel romeo's malicious intent into something positive, because the boy is just so CREATIVE. and he reminds me a bit of...myself. in some ways.
not that i think that im creative, im more of a whackpot, looking at my past english essays, teachers must have thought that i had such a traumatised childhood. ah bah recently reminded me of some of my more illustrious essays, like this roald dahl story we had to continue. we titled our continuation, "For I Am Just A Lizard On The Wall".
enough said.
she who must not be named was obviously trying her best to appear like she enjoyed our essay, but her organs were obviously steaming inside. she asked everybody to vote for their favourite essay, and everybody voted for ours. she then, in the guise of being cheerful, BANNED our essay from being a choice to vote for. ooooh, a stab thru the heart.
and in sec 1 i wrote this essay for he who must not be named. something about what i wished for about school. i wrote a grandly ambitious essay about having travellators (how do you spell it?) all over the school, and there would also be a Bag-a-lator right next to the school gate, for students to dump their bags on so that they need not carry their things around (my bag was strangely HEAVY in sec 1, hence my fondest wish to have a Bag-a-lator). and then i wrote about how it was important to get on the right travellator, because we might zoom past our stop if we got onto the wrong one.
he who must not be named ought to be proud with this breakthru in advanced technology that i had concocted in my head at the age of 13, and set about to support me in pursuing my dreams. because if it all worked out, i might have considered sharing my profits with him.
he was also very mad when i wrote him an essay giving "emily" directions to parkway from tk. we had just learnt how to give directions clearly, so he wanted us to apply what we had learnt. i wrote a crystal clear passage that ought to be published on the first page of our street directories, because it was so informative. he was upset that i gave more details than i needed to, like how "emily" would have to walk slowly from the side gate of tk to the bus stop because she might fall into a drain. and then i had NO IDEA that he who must not be named wanted "emily" to take the bus, my idea was for "emily" to walk instead, since it is obviously more environmentally-friendly. in my essay, "emily" would have to wait at the bus stop for bus number 31 or 76 and at the same time, avoid all the noisy tkss people infiltrating into our tk bus stop. these are HELPFUL guidelines, based on my personal experience.
whichever bus comes first, "emily" would have to jog behind the bus until she spots parkway in sight. now i dont know what he who must not be named was so furious about, "emily" would be one less person taking up unnecessary space on the bus, and it would be a good way to keep fit.
on a more pleasant note, barca lost last night. to espanyol, how sensational. atleti would be playing tonight against celta, so it will be fernando against jorge, two ex-bext friends playing against each other. a depressing thought, because they were so interesting together in atleti, but fate dealt a cruel blow when jorge was kicked out.
sigh.
in another depressing turn, cable will be broadcasting THE HANDMAID'S TALE, the movie version of what we did for the a's. we watched it before, in LT2, walker chose such an enormous location because he had this vision that the whole school population would turn up for the screening. he prolly missed the fact that even his lit students were reluctant to go, what a miserable fact. it turned out to be pretty good actually, but it trivialised details from the book. but then again amanda and i spent most of the movie eating, much to walker's unhappiness. i apologize for my actions really, my stomach feeds on anything. i'd go to a jungle, look at cobwebs and still feel hungry.
so samantha, when will you be free to have dinner? just holler, and i will check my calendar.
i will leave now. we are playing scrabble, and i can multi-task no longer.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn torres
oh, here's something to make people feel good about life.
fernando and...pernia, i think. now i know why spain did so badly in the world cup, since all aragones ever did was make them play peekaboo with each other.
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