Friday, June 27, 2008

I Have a Thing for Accents

Not that this is something new to me. I've always liked English with accents, especially the British accent. American accents are nice, but I hear it so often from TV shows, it didn't sound special anymore.

Then I watched Lost and got head over heels for Desmond's Scottish accent. So far, his ending is a happy one. I wish that wouldn't change. Desmond and Penny forever!

OK, back to accents. I watched Click (the one with Adam Sandler in it) and got extremely amused by Rob Schneider's rendition of the Arabian accent. I started paying more attention to Sayid in Lost ever since (although he is not Arabian, but still, his Iraqi accent is similar)

Then along came Zohan. The movie is just FULL of Middle Eastern accent. Adam Sandler didn't do a very good job immitating the Middle Eastern accent, but it was passable. Rob Schneider, on the other hand, was hilarious!

The combination of his look and his accent was so entertaining, I could never see enough of him. And that Hezbollah phone operator! Gosh, that scene was just so funny, decribing it in words will never do it justice.

The movie as a whole is OK, worth paying for the entertainment, but it's nothing to wow at. Personally, the way I judge how good a movie is, is how much after-effect it leaves in me, and whether I want to watch it again. I don't have much impression on Zohan, unlike how I felt after watching Click. I have watched Click 4 times so far, and still I plan to watch it again one of these days. I don't feel the same for Zohan, however.


Hmm... I intended for this entry to be about accents. Somehow it has turned into a movie review. Well, it's a hall of crap, after all. There can be anything in crap.

Monday, June 23, 2008

I Think I'm in Love...

I know I have always loved cats, and I've made it clear to almost everyone I know that I love cats. But when I think about it, I realised the love I have for cats is too similar to something else...

It's interestingly similar to being in love with someone. Every time I see a cat, be it in real life or in movies, my heart skips a beat (much like when you see your crush of hear his name...hehehe). Playing with a cat for 10 minutes is enough to keep me in euphoria for the rest of the day. Almost everything I plan and do is to get closer to my dream of having a pet cat. When my pet cats ran away from home years ago, and that one time Gucci had to leave me, I cried my eyes out. I was left with swollen eyes the next day. Just as if I had a broken heart...

The only difference is that the love I have for cats is totally platonic (Duh!!!).

Friday, June 20, 2008

Meterosexual =/= Ghey

Although it seems like there is a fine line between the two...especially in this commercial I saw in the cinema (it's on TV too). According to my friend, I was laughing hysterically at it amidst the loud music.

Doesn't anybody else think this commercial is hilarious?!

Turns out that guy in the ad has quite a number of fans. To each her own, I suppose.

Come to think of it, the ad has been pretty successful, hasn't it? It may not be tasteful (to some), but it sure is unforgetable. The music, the dude, and that...that...preposterous dance. Would I try out the product if I were a guy, needed a deodorant, and I saw this ad? I think I would!

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

My Dreams

I like dreams. They are an outlet for me to experience something I don’t get to experience in real life, albeit one that I cannot choose or control. There are the occasional nightmares, but the pleasant dreams far outweigh the unpleasant ones.

Some of the pleasant dreams I’ve had:


Flying

My flying dreams used to be a lot more frequent. They also used to be less pleasant than it is now. Before recently, my flying dreams usually involve me flying to extreme heights and losing control of my movements. A very common scene is me flying near the ocean, and the wind started blowing me towards the ocean, which looked overwhelmingly wide with not a single thing in the horizon. I always felt fear of being lost in the middle of the ocean (in the air) and losing direction on how to return to land. Another common scene is quite the opposite, whereby I couldn’t seem to fly high, and there were people / fierce dogs on the ground trying to grab my feet. I would struggle to maintain my altitude, and occasionally I would fall back onto the ground, after which I would try to take off again (with difficulty).

Recently, I’ve been having some rather pleasant flying dreams. I could fly at lower heights, with much better control, and even sometimes I was not the only one who could fly. The dreams always felt very real, leaving me wanting to go back to sleep to revive the dream almost every time I woke up from them.


Being Back at Home/School with Family and/or Old Friends

Ah… this is one of my favourites. It’s simple. They’re dreams of being back in a pass, either at home or at school, reliving one of the common routines back then. The most common time zone I dream of is my later part of secondary school life. These are scenes of me being back in my old house in Taman Rainfield, with my whole family around (even big bro was not away for university yet). I would dream of hearing Mom shouting for lil’ bro from downstairs and her vacuum-cleaning the floor (which used to irritate me a lot),

I also always dream about putting on my school uniform, usually the prefect one. Sometimes, I would forget to put on one of the “accessories” that came with my school uniform i.e. nametag, school badge, prefect badge, necktie etc. I would realize it only after I arrived at school. I would feel a pang of disappointment because somehow I knew it was my only chance to reenact a moment of school life, and I wanted it to be perfect.

Sometimes, the scene begins inside the classroom or at the assembly hall. I would see my old friends looking exactly the way I remember. Oddly though, sometimes there were people I knew elsewhere appearing in my school, and I didn’t think it was odd.

Falling In Love

Now this is the kind of dream I’d like to have more of. They’re quite rare, but I’ve had enough share of it to be able to talk about it. One thing common between all the falling-in-love dreams I’ve had is that the people I fell in love with were all unknown to me in real life. It’s like my brain created someone for me to fall in love with in the dream, and after waking up, I would forget everything about them except that there was someone I was in love with. I could never remember their personality or how they looked like.


Cats

There are times I dream about my pet cats. It could be my old pet cats at Taman Khidmat or Gucci at Taman Rainfield. Either way, I would wake up from the dream with a smile.



Of course, these are not the only dreams I have. There were plenty of odd dreams that I don’t think is worth talking about. There were also dreams that simply vanish from my memory the moment I woke up.

Although I like dreams, there are times when I’d prefer a good, long slumber without any dream. Those usually happen only when I am back in Malaysia during holidays.

Monday, June 16, 2008

The Closest Thing to Owning a House in Singapore

I have recently moved in to a new flat, sharing it with my landlady who is a single woman in her 40s. She has gone for a week-long vacation, so I'm left alone in the flat for a whole week. My feeling? Absolutely FABULOUS.

I just wish I can catnap a cat from below my flat for a week. That way, I can pretend I own a house and have a pet cat. For the uninformed, it has always been my ultimate dream to own a decent house/condo near loved ones and keep a pet cat (or 2). This dream also happens to be the reason why I insist on returning to Malaysia after my 3-year employment bond in Singapore (hope my boss is not reading this).

Let me go back to indulging in denial that my landlady will be back in a week's time.

Wait...what landlady?

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

My 25th Birthday Cake

I ended up buying a whole chocolate cake...

I just think that a whole cake is more suitable for birthdays. You know, it symbolises wholesomeness.

The cake shop was in the midst of closing when I showed up. That was after my night Chinese class. The time was around 9.45pm.

I didn't plan to light any candles, I just wanted to have a whole birthday cake. But when the cake seller asked me how many candles I wanted, I told her, with some hesitation, to give me 2 big ones and 5 small ones.

I reached home at 10.30pm. Removed the cake from its box, poke the candles onto the cake, lit them up, sang Happy Birthday softly to myself, made a wish, and blew the candles. Only when I was removing the candles from the cake (leaving ugly patches which ruined the cake's prettiness) that I remembered I had planned to take a picture of my birthday cake with lit candles! Alas, it was too late to do anything, as I have thrown the used candles into the rubbish bin and the cake was already ruined.

I had 2 slices of the cake right then. I'm certain I'd have no problem finishing the whole cake. But I'm also certain that I SHOULDN'T be finishing the whole cake by myself (as repeatedly reminded by Mom and lil' bro). I don't really have much choice, actually. The only person I can share the cake with is my landlady, whom I did offer my cake to. Doubt that she would eat much of it, though.

It's 11.55pm now. So I guess this is it, my 25th birthday, and my first away from loved ones. It wasn't unpleasant, but I have to admit I'd have liked it much more if I had my family and old friends with me. Somehow I get this feeling that this is not the last time I'd be spending my birthday alone. Guess I'd better get used to it.

Happy 25th birthday to me!

Happy Birthday, kaioucat!

First birthday away from family. First birthday in Singapore. First birthday whilst working.

I thought that this would be the first time I spend my birthday alone. I was half expecting the day to be dreafully lonely for not having people I care for around me. Alas, what I'm feeling now is far from unpleasant. I feel...mellow.
So I started wondering what exactly made me not feel lonely when I am alone on my birthday? Then it dawned one me that I am not really alone, am I? I may be physically alone, but I don't feel lonely, probably due to the birthday wishes I recieved from family and old friends (whom I have not met for years, by the way). They make me feel cared for eventhough we're far apart.

I had the choice to take the day off work, but I opted to take the day off this Friday instead, to make it a long weekend. I mean, what could I do even if I had the day off today?

But still, I'm planning to buy myself a piece of chocolate cake this evening. And if I catch something I fancy on the way, I'll get it as a birthday gift.