AHOY THERE!

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