Chromakey -- Motor Ace

Motor Ace is fascinating as well.



Based on the feedback I got, my posts are too long. I apologize, for I tend to write about everything and anything that comes up in my head, and one thing usually leads to another which leads to another and another and suddenly I have a novel all done up.



For this post however, I will attempt to be very reticent, let's see how quick I can be getting all my thoughts in my twisted brain out.



Judging from that introductory speech I just gave, I am not doing a very good job cutting down on my thoughts eh.



Also, I tend to like writing a lot more than talking, I can go for hours without saying anything to anybody but I would be able to write about 4 pages worth of thoughts during that same period.

In fact, I had a brave soul approach me sometime ago and ask me a question I have never really been asked before in my entire life.



Person: Hey Pearlyn...do you mind if I ask you something? You do not have to answer it if you don't want to.



Me: *Mind working at full speed, was wondering if the person saw me trip over myself THREE TIMES that day and was about to ask me if I was really an octopus trapped in a human body* Oh...OK.



Person: I have been observing you in class, and I find you've been so quiet and you don't like talking much to other people.



Me: (Thought to myself) Dude thinks I am a freak/sniper/antisocial organism/professional mimer.



Me: Oh...(Tried to laugh heartily) I do talk, I just do it when necessary.



Person: You have been so QUIET!



Me: Ha. Ha. You should see me with my friends, I'm crazy around them.



Person: (Seemed more alarmed by that revelation, possibly thought I was really deranged) Coz I've always wondered...you seem comfortable sitting by yourself...



Me: Ha. Ha. Yes I am pretty comfortable doing things on my own, you know, I like my bonding-with-myself time. Ha. Ha! (Tried to laugh even harder, so he could see I was not really some depressed kid with malevolent thoughts. Person didn't seem particularly enamoured with the whole bonding-with-myself idea though, but hey sometimes I really do like being alone, I don't know why people don't ever believe me when I say it)



Person: Ah.



Me: I am not the sort who would be really chummy with people I have just met, you see.



Person: Oh.



Me: (Random babbling, cannot remember what I said to be honest, but it all revolved around the same thing, that I am just naturally shy and reserved and my idea of fun is to sit in a dark corner and read books about Spanish wars or to lie on the floor somewhere and draw or to pen down my thoughts and things like that...Freak of enormous proportions, that I am)



Person: Yeah I am like that too.



Me: (Thought to myself) GRRRRR, after all that has been said, NOW he says that.



But, turned out to be a nice person, we are friends anyway.



Well, I have already accepted this very strange trait I have. People like Thomas Hardy were like that too, of course he did spend half his life pining for a dead woman in an air-blue gown and sitting on shaky cliffs and listening to birds squawk, but uh...



There, I am doing it again. Let's just cut to the chase and get down to business.



1. THANK YOU XUETING!



Yes, YOU. She broadened my world by helpfully and graciously informing me that de la Red's first name is RUBBBEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNN.



Or Ruben.



Sigh. I guess that gives me no excuse to refer to him as "Dude with the Serpent Eyes" or "Getafe Medusa" anymore :(. But look at him hard, I am sure you all would be able to see that serpenty-eyed look he has got. Which I know sounds bad but it really isn't.



Also, XT has also shared with me David Archu's real name. It is David Archuleta! 4 grand syllables, a bit too long for my small brain and reticent nature, so I am afraid he will still have to be referred to as David Archu for the rest of his life.



And Brooke is really called Brooke White. No matter, she is out anyway. Which brings me to the next item on the agenda.



2. BYE BYE BROOKE!



Because I am not supposed to write too much, I'll make this brief.



Adios!



3. THINGS I WOULD DO TO DIDER DROGBA



(1) Step on his toe, one at a time.



How do I do these things discreetly, will have to go research!



(2) Pretend to shake his hand but twist it accidentally in my eagerness.



(3) Run my fingers thru his hair...and YANK HARD.



(4) Because I am kind and forgiving (and afraid to get arrested), I will run away at this point.



4. ALL GRADES ARE OUT



Strange semester.



I did best in Political Science and Creative Thinking.



Huh?



Guess my CT professor liked my twisted ideas, which have no sense of reality in them unless she lives in another dimension.



Worst in, WHAT A SHOCKER, Econs.



I guess my professor did not fancy the long essay I wrote about Japan, especially since the entire essay was only revolving around ONE point: Japan has a great exports industry.



1st paragraph: Japan relies too much on its exports.



2nd paragraph: Japan has a great exports industry.



3rd paragraph: Japan is affected when bad things happen to other markets --> Japan's exports would decrease.



4th paragraph: Japan should focus on other things.



5th paragraph: Japan relies too much on its exports.



6th paragraph: Japan relies too much on its exports.



7th paragraph: ...



...

...

...



12th paragraph: Dear examiner, I have no idea what else to talk about so I am telling you once again that Japan relies too much on its exports.



The sad thing is, the question wasn't even about Japan and its exports.



5. VALENCIA IS IN TROUBLE



Key words: Juan Soler. Economic crisis. Debt.



See, if I got to talk about THIS in my Econs essay instead of how Japan relies too much on its exports, I would probably ace it.



So, Valencia might sell David Villa.



I have since accepted that.



Also, Valencia might sell Joaquin.



I will get over that eventually.



Oh, and Valencia might sell David Silva.



LIKE HELL I WILL GET OVER THAT!



More key words: Massive rebuilding. New squad. No coach. Deep shit.



If they want, they can hire me to be coach for the grand majestic price of 5 euros.



6. DEAR SIBLING SCRATCHED NEIGHBOUR'S SISTER'S CAR



They were very nice about it, but for some strange reason, the neighbours ended up thinking it was my dad who did it.



Neighbour: Oh, don't worry about it, I know you are very stressed out with your work, so you probably didn't see the car, ha ha!



Dad: Uh...Ha ha!



While the dear sibling stood there without correcting the neighbour.



It was such a strange incident, I was in the house with my mom, and when the so-called accident happened, the entire neighbourhood (well, 4 families) all came rushing out, while my mom and I watched American Idol.


First to the scene was the neighbour on my left, who can be pretty dramatic most of the time. She started patting BOTH cars, even though it wasnt even remotely bad (to tell you the truth, I didn't even notice the damage).



Next to the scene was the neighbour across from us, they were leaving their house to go out and saw the neighbour on the left patting my dad's car affectionately, and they asked what happened and gasped.



Next to the scene was the neighbour on my right, who came out and yelped, "OH MY GOD!" and started asking what was happening.



Last to the scene was the neighbour ON THE NEXT STREET, who heard the commotion and came because everybody was wondering whose car it was at that point.



And all that time, my mom and I were unaware of the drama unfolding outside. Can I help it if Ryan Seacrest was louder than the so-called bumping noise that the car made?



You know, it seems like it's the most exciting thing that has happened to my neighbourhood, my dear sibling grazing a phantom unknown car that is. Bet it was everybody's dinner topic last night, especially since everybody was wondering for the longest time whose car it was that got scratched.



Well, it took us about 3 hours before the owner of the car came looking for us, it was another neighbour's sister, and they were incredible about it. Especially since they parked illegally in the first place, so they would be fighting a lost case if anything muahahaha.



High drama I tell ya. For now, word must be passing around the neighbourhood that my dad, seemingly the most responsible and most careful man in the world, is so stressed out that he scratched somebody's car. Tarnished his reputation thanks to the dear sibling muahahaha.



Dinner. Gotta zoom.



Signed,



Sincerely, me



Pearlyn Silva