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