Am clicking my heels in joy. I have just finished coming up with nonsensical thoughts for my political science term paper, and I have no desire to edit it.
Should really be going to bed now, as I was considering doing so midway thru my term paper. However, now that I am done with it, I feel entirely revitalized, like I have fireworks in my hair. So ridiculous, if I could just gather this amount of energy when doing work, I would possibly be the president by now.
Anyway. I was just thinking. Every year in my life, there would be a certain band or music that would characterize it. Music brings back all sorts of odd memories for me, and I can almost always remember vividly where I listened to such music and what I was doing. Great stinking memory system I have, but for some reason I can never remember gravely important economical concepts like MS = MV. Or something earth-shattering like that.
Behold. I am going to pen down my Music Over The Years list now.
1988: I was born. I think the only music that I can possibly remember from that year is the melodic cries of my wailing.
However, since I was told I was a disturbingly happy baby, I probably did not wail too much.
1989: Did I even have ears back then?
1990: I think I was still in love with my own voice, so I never did pay attention to music yet.
1991: AHA! THAT was when I first started paying attention to music. What music, you wonder?
LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN!
That was absolutely my favourite song when I was 3. I kept singing it for some reason, which makes me a really creepy child I must say. I am surprised the parents did not just slaughter me right then and there.
1992: And apparently I became a Beatles fan. The folks were great fans of the Fab Four, so I naturally became one as well.
AND THEN apparently, on this fateful road trip to Penang or somewhere obscure like that, I performed for my entire family AND extended family a Beatles song. "Yesterday", to be exact.
What exactly was I so troubled about at the age of 4 to make me memorize the lyrics to "Yesterday", I wonder.
1993: Guns N Roses "November Rain"
Aerosmith and Guns and Nirvana. The dear siblings used to listen to that, and I used to be made to listen to that, and I always found all the songs really sad, no wonder I am such a whack job right now.
1994: Janet Jackson "Again"
Janet and Michael Jackson. From hereon, there started to be this huge wave of pop fascination.
1995: Boyz 2 Men "On Bended Knee"
Boyz 2 Men. Muahahahaha geeky pop! My dear sibling used to like singing Boyz 2 Men, which really frightened me. But I liked them, made me melancholic sometimes and if I heard their songs in the morning, I would not want to go to school.
I am WEIRD I know.
1996: Take That!
Haahahahahaahahaha.
Check out THIS video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pHnqmw9QRM
Caught that video when I was just a young thing, got very appalled because I did not fancy naked people very much then.
NOT that I fancy naked people any better now, thank you very much.
1997: U2 "The Sweetest Thing"
Can't remember if it was that year. I do not particularly like that song, but I kept hearing it when I was in Aussieland that summer. Whenever I hear that song now, I would think of that trip.
Incredible trip I must say. Except for that moment when I followed some other dude who looked like my dad. I was and still am a very stupid person.
1998: Backstreet Boys "We've Got It Goin' On"
I have to admit, it was a catchy tune. Still sing it to myself from time to time, when no one is around.
Nick Carter was apparently very fascinating to me then.
Astonishing much.
1999: Still Backstreet!
Loaded the car with all the Backstreet CDs so everybody could listen to them on road trips.
I honestly thought I was doing everyone a favour by being so generous with my CDs.
Wow, my family WAS very patient with me.
2000: Nsync "It's Gonna Be Me"
Nsync and The Moffatts and Britney.
Give me a break, The Moffatts were big in KCP. And some of their songs are nice to attempt singing along to.
And yes, I was an Nsync groupie, and a Justin-Britney fangirl. So ludicrous I know, I used to download old Mickey Mouse Club episodes so I could watch Justin and Britney in action.
All right, I still secretly do that. It is fairly amusing stuff.
2001: Nsync "Pop"
Sick and tired of hearing all these people talk about
What's the deal with this pop life and when is it gonna fade out
The thing you've got to realize what we're doing is not a trend
We've got the gift and melody we gonna bring you till the end
HAHAHA! Can't believe I can still remember the comical lyrics.
It was a period I would have liked to phase out of my life. Many a email add were created based on my Nsync fantasies, I admit.
2002: Incubus "Stellar"
Stole my dear sibling's Incubus CDs one night because I thought the lead guy Brandon Boyd looked like a footballer. Roque Santa Cruz. Don't you think?
Then I decided I liked Incubus. Listened to their stuff every night, defined my days in 2002. Got to the point where I kept bringing the CDs around so much that I cracked one of the cases and misplaced one of the CDs, dear sibling was downright furious.
For the record, I found the CD after that.
2003: Ashlee Simpson "Pieces of Me"
Muahaha! Can't remember if it was this year, but it was definitely in secondary school.
Don't you think Ashlee sounds orgasmic in the chorus?
2004: Good Charlotte "In This World (Murder)"
All right, to be honest, I listened to their albums very much while I was traipsing about in Spain. As much as I reject Good Charlotte now, I listen to their songs sometimes coz it always gave me the I'm-in-Spain feeling.
2005: Good Charlotte "Walk Away (Maybe)"
And yes, the Good Charlotte thing went on to TJ as well.
Good Charlotte. Bittersweet.
Muahahaha. Good Charlotte made some money off me yeah. Just their songs alone bring back all these myriad of memories, from Spain to TJ to certain human beings.
That song says a lot eh.
No regrets.
2006: Beulah "Popular Mechanics for Lovers"
That was on my favourites playlist, so that came on a lot while I was studying in school.
Reminds me of the people I hung out with, like Solly. She used to play that for me when I was pissed off about something, which was quite often, because TJ was hardly a place that inspired happiness. Muahahaha.
2007: The Strokes "12:51"
Definitely a song with vivid memories. It always came on on my way to work at TokioMarine, and it is like a knee-jerk reaction to think of Shenton Way whenever I listen to that song.
How absurd.
I LIKE THAT SONG. And I do not wish to think of SHENTON WAY when it comes on my playlist.
2008: Well, I have come a long way. I will be 20 this year, and I am still unsure what my song of the year will be.
For now, it is Trapt. "Still Frame".
All right, now I am getting REALLY upset because my Boyz 2 Men youtube video does not seem to be loading WELL, so now the boys are looking frozen in awkward positions while the song has STOPPED ABRUPTLY.
Wow, they really do look pained.
I wonder where they are now?
Anyway. I really should go to bed. There is something wrong with my throat, for some reason I have been choking a lot tonight.
Worrying much.
Got a wedding to go to tomorrow. More awkward conversations with relatives who cannot remember my actual name but who choose to instead remember a name that people called me when I was THREE. Maybe I will put on a nametag as well as a picture of me with my family on my forehead so at least they will know which child I am.
Goodnight!
Signed,
Sincerely, Me
Pearlyn Silva
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
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
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
Thursday, March 20, 2008
FELIZ CUMPLEANOS FERNANDO TORRES!
sounds like a curse or a potter spell, but its really a pleasant phrase directed to fernando torres.
a phrase that, i dont know, sounds pretty much like...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FERNANDO TORRES!
well well well! it's been FIVE years, and im STILL celebrating fernando's birthday. quite a sad life, i know. o it seemed like just YESTERDAY when fernando was just a 19-year-old with a polka-dotted face, struggling to make a living in one of the most pitiful clubs in the world.
all right, so atletico isnt exactly kosovo. but compared to where he is NOW, wow, so much has changed.
when i first started liking him, he was so skinny and fragile-looking that a thunderstorm would have broken his bones.
now hes all MANLY and SUCCESSFUL and MATURE and BIG-BONED, like a baby dinosaur who has just transformed into an adult dinosaur, and an INTERNATIONALLY-KNOWN SUPERSTAR who is so well-liked that even jamie carragher's son fell for his charms (can't blame the poor lad actually, especially since torres seems to speak more comprehendable english compared to carra).
all right all right, i'd better stop before it starts sounding like a eulogy or a death tribute.
so anyway! for this next section, if ur name isnt DON TENG, then u need not have to read this.
HERE YOU GO DON! the long-awaited pictures to cheer u up since uve been so pitiful in the army.
lovely, lovely couple, absolutely inseparable.
anyway, remember to HIDE IN THE BUSHES if u hear anything, and BEWARE OF CEILINGS.
ok! forget about don. now let's move back to my world. muahahaha. i think i PULLED various arm muscles yesterday while playing AIR HOCKEY and FOOSBALL (HOW DO U SPELL IT, REMEMBER TO CHECK!). at the same time, im also suffering from BACKACHES and NECKACHES.
HONESTLY, how violent were our games yesterday? i suppose those wushu-type moves i tried to pull while playing air hockey backfired.
one more reason to add to my long list on why i should never ever take up sports. especially since i would pose myself extreme harm (looking at my senseless and entirely ridiculous muscle strains) not to mention what a disastrous hazard i would pose to the people around me (remember pearlyn, NO MORE WUSHU-TYPE STUNTS for ANY sport!)
and to think i wanna take up muay thai. pfft.
btw, im not even trained in wushu, which is what is so worrying.
DIIIIIINNNNEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
i will leave with one last foto. muahahaha.
signed,
a phrase that, i dont know, sounds pretty much like...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FERNANDO TORRES!
well well well! it's been FIVE years, and im STILL celebrating fernando's birthday. quite a sad life, i know. o it seemed like just YESTERDAY when fernando was just a 19-year-old with a polka-dotted face, struggling to make a living in one of the most pitiful clubs in the world.
all right, so atletico isnt exactly kosovo. but compared to where he is NOW, wow, so much has changed.
when i first started liking him, he was so skinny and fragile-looking that a thunderstorm would have broken his bones.
now hes all MANLY and SUCCESSFUL and MATURE and BIG-BONED, like a baby dinosaur who has just transformed into an adult dinosaur, and an INTERNATIONALLY-KNOWN SUPERSTAR who is so well-liked that even jamie carragher's son fell for his charms (can't blame the poor lad actually, especially since torres seems to speak more comprehendable english compared to carra).
it is touching really. inspirational indeed. a tear to my eye, just thinking of ol fernando times.
all right all right, i'd better stop before it starts sounding like a eulogy or a death tribute.
so anyway! for this next section, if ur name isnt DON TENG, then u need not have to read this.
HERE YOU GO DON! the long-awaited pictures to cheer u up since uve been so pitiful in the army.
lovely, lovely couple, absolutely inseparable.
and of course, i HAD to put this in so u can feel better about your head injury. look how cool francesco coco looks with that THING on his head!
anyway, remember to HIDE IN THE BUSHES if u hear anything, and BEWARE OF CEILINGS.
ok! forget about don. now let's move back to my world. muahahaha. i think i PULLED various arm muscles yesterday while playing AIR HOCKEY and FOOSBALL (HOW DO U SPELL IT, REMEMBER TO CHECK!). at the same time, im also suffering from BACKACHES and NECKACHES.
HONESTLY, how violent were our games yesterday? i suppose those wushu-type moves i tried to pull while playing air hockey backfired.
one more reason to add to my long list on why i should never ever take up sports. especially since i would pose myself extreme harm (looking at my senseless and entirely ridiculous muscle strains) not to mention what a disastrous hazard i would pose to the people around me (remember pearlyn, NO MORE WUSHU-TYPE STUNTS for ANY sport!)
and to think i wanna take up muay thai. pfft.
btw, im not even trained in wushu, which is what is so worrying.
DIIIIIINNNNEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
i will leave with one last foto. muahahaha.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn silva
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