How I Met Your Mother - The Last Slap

This video gets better and better everytime I watch it.
Cheers everyone :)

Isn't it just fascinating?

It's only during Ramadhan that most people pray Subuh on time or at the very least, they don't sleep right through it. And it's also during this month that people actually know and care to find out when Maghrib is.

I'll say getting to listen to the Azan twice a day is an achievement for some people.

Definitely, Maybe

Girls are supposed to be good with kids. I think it has something to do wth the assumptions that girls are soft spoken and have maternal instincts in them.

Whatever, seriously.

Just to make things clear, I'm not saying I hate kids. I'm just not fond of them. I can't play peek-a-boo with them and make them laugh. Well, actually sometimes I can. My point is, most of the time I can't and it's because I'm just not bothered with pleasing the kids.

I mean, what do kids know? If you really want to please someone in his family, go to the kitchen and impress his mother! Pretend you can cook and occassionally praise her cooking as well - very important. And tada, before you know it, she will approve of you.

Wait, I digressed.

Ok coming back to the kids. One of the reasons I'm not lovey-dovey with them is because I have always been surrounded by them all my life. First there was Hashim, and then Hisham and last but not least, Zimah.

I have played with them. I have fed them. I have cleaned them. I've done everything! You name it, I've done it. So I think, now that I'm 20 and I don't have anymore siblings who will cry because he/she has yet to be fed, I must say, I'm so done with kids.

FYI: I realise that most of the time, people who love kids are those without young siblings. And when I say young, your brother/sister who is 2-3 years younger than you doesn't count. "Young siblings" mean when they were babies, you had to take care of them.

So anyways, the weird part is I would like my partner to be good with kids. Who wouldn't, right? It's always so endearing to watch your partner sitting cross-legged on the floor with your nephew/niece and talking to him/her in that special baby-talk voice.

Ah, when that day comes, I shall drool and melt into that drool puddle.

Sigh, that's the thing about human beings. We know we aren't perfect, but we do expect alot from our other half.

Oh, Shut Up Already!

For the past 4 days, I have been woken up by the blaring noise of the house phone. Seriously, that is NOT the way anybody likes to wake up by.

Usually I don't care about picking up the phone when I'm sleeping, but I was scared that it was the parents calling to check on me. And if they find out that it's already 11:30am in the morning (afternoon, your pick) and their 20 years old dear daughter is still snoring in bed, I am so screwed.

Well, actually I think they know that I wake up late everyday. I mean, they know that they can't expect me to wake up at 8am and clean up the whole house right? Pfft. Nevertheless, I still want to be there when they call. It's just a guilty conscience thing I think.

Ok disgressed much. So yeah for the past 4 days, I have been woken up by the blaring noise of the phone right? It takes alot of effort for Shimah Yusoff to answer the house phone if she is still in bed alright. She has to climb down the ladder of the bunk bed, drags herself out of the bedroom to the living room, picks up the phone and says "Hello". Lots of work is required since we are keeping in mind that I just woke up.

So ok fine, I put in so much work so that the caller on the other line won't be like an idiot, waiting for someone on my side to pick up the phone right? See, I totally have the caller's best interest at heart. Anyways, so, that call better be for me! It's just fair, don't you think? I picked up the phone when nobody else would (that's also because nobody is at home), so it's just right that the call is for me.

But no. For one of the days, the caller got the wrong number. Can you just imagine my frustration?! All that trouble to hear some stranger talking to me in an alien language. Gosh.

And for the other 3 days, the caller wanted to talk to my father. HELLO?! It's freaking 11:30am in the morning (once again, afternoon, your pick). Why are you expecting for my father to be at home? Of course he will be working man! And the annoying part is that I'm sure they have his handphone number. Why couldn't they just try that because they should know that he's at work right?

I don't go "Gah!" normally, because I think it's damn irritating to do so but here I go.
GAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

People call me Shimah Tribbiani

Farhana, this is for you!

I know you're not exactly a fan of either one, but seriously I had a major shock when I saw this poster at Jade cinema just now. When I first saw it, I thought the person besides Shahid was this Sikh boy whose name is Rani. Which is weird, come to think about it, because what kind of name is Rani for a Sikh right? Imagine Rani Pratap Singh. Yikes.

When I looked at it somemore, I then realised that there's a Mukherjee under the Rani which makes the name Rani Mukherjee. A few seconds later then it came to me that it's actually THE Rani Mukherjee disguises herself as a Sardar!

Omg I took THAT long to figure this one out. I totally felt like Joey from Friends. I don't know whether it's obvious for everybody else, but I must say her disguise is super good.

And once I'd figured out everything, I started laughing like crazy because I find the whole thing just damn funny.

Also, I find it freaky weird that I think she looks good like that. I don't even know whether that's a compliment or otherwise.

Ba-boom, Ba-boom

First of all, does the second photo looks like a family portrait gone wrong to you? It does right!

Ok so finally, after so very long, Midah and I managed to watch a Bollywood movie at the cinema. This one is titled Luck.

Sidetrack: What's up with the english titles like Luck, Kidnap and Black? Bollywood should stop naming their movie titles in English. Hindi is just fine what!

Moving on. I think I'm expected to give awesome reviews for this movie but I don't think I can. Don't get me wrong, the movie didn't suck. Of course it didn't, how can it possible suck when Imran Khan is in it right?

As usual, Imran Khan gave a good performance. That aside, he probably also has the most intense eyes and the most kissable lips that I've ever seen. He's so hot, he's almost sinful to lust for!

I like the rest of the cast. Sanjay Dutt is as cool and somewhat sexy in his way as usual. It's nice to see the old people like Mithun Chakraborty and Danny Denzongpa again because they are always top notch in their performance.

And that weirdo psychopath guy "Raghav" who reminded me alot of Ritesh Deshmukh, is good being cuckoo. But Midah and I kept laughing whenever he did his evil laugh. That guy's mental man! My most favourite character is probably "Shortcut" because she's so small yet she has this mega huge personality in her.

Sidetrack: Midah, omg, "Shortcut" is not 15 or 16 like what she claimed in the movie. She's actually 19! And and AND, she has been in Chak De! India and Fashion. Didn't you see her in Fashion? She's "Somu" apparently.

Anyways, so yeah, the movie started out well, I liked the characters, the storyline is great, until the supposedly heroine came. Her name is SHRUTI Haasan. First mistake already. Seriously, Shruti?? That name always and forever will remind me of that Chandrasekhar's kid whom I had to sit beside, for a period of time in Secondary 1.

Fine, ok I think I can pardon her for her first name. Afterall, she didn't get to pick her name right, so technically it's not her fault. But she cannot bloody act! What kind of actress are you if you can't act! I just cannot take that alright.

Not only can't the heroine act, some of the action scenes are just plain ridiculous. I know some people will say, "Hey it's a Bollywood movie, of course it's going to be ridiculous. It's the only time that a hero can fight 10 guys and still come out victorious".

But these scenes are beyond ridiculous really. You have to watch it to understand me.

And I can't remember the last time I cringed so much when watching romantic scenes in a hindi movie. Wait, I can actually remember. It was U, Me aur Hum. Ajay Devgan as a romantic hero? I'll puke my guts out first before I watch that again.

Anyways, so romance is like another word for Bollywood right, but this movie? Totally cannot make it alright. Cringe like I couldn't cringe anymore when I saw Imran and Shruthi together on screen. And those cheesy lines? Omg just kill me please.

Well, all these still didn't make the movie bad. I liked the movie cause (a) I'm a Imran Khan fan, (b) I'm watching it with Midah and we managed to laugh through those ridiculous scenes, and (c) like what I told her, we are just easily impressed. We could have watched (almost) anything and we would still come out of the theatre happy.

I realised that now is the period where all the good hindi movies are coming out. So next up, Love Aaj Kal :)

A Sweet Talking Sugar Coated Candyman

I know this is somewhat stalker-ish...wait, it IS stalker-ish, but yeah, I just couldn't help it alright!

Got this photo from WoJ. Jess is such a God-sent to blog about Justin as frequently as possible.

And that freak who sneaked (probably hit behind a bush, like in the movies) and snapped Justin's photo while he's working out (hello, total invasion of privacy here please!) and didn't have the bloody decency to keep mum about it but instead, you tweet about it, well...thank you very much. I truly appreciate your immorality :)