Funky Dream & Annoying Kissy Couples
I’ve been haunted by really weird dreams these days, maybe because of oversleeping.. Who knew? Heh. Or maybe it’s the chocolate. Sigh.
One of the most prominent dreams I had involved Stephen Fry, Mike McShane and swimming.
I was swimming around in the pool with Stephen Fry, except he was Chinese and had an Ah Pek sort of figure. He was teaching me how to swim, my dad insisted him on teaching me till grade 2 (are there grades in swimming?) and wanted me to have an exam on grade 2 swimming before proceeding on to grade 3, just to make sure I got the foundation.
For some reason, my dad was hell bent on getting that exam. He dragged me over to Hong Kong where Chinese Stephen Fry lived in a hotel sort of building. He called him and confirmed an appointment with all the swimming judges. He wanted to ask them whether they were willing to give me the grade 2 swimming exam (in Dreamland, swimming exams don’t exist for grade 2, it seems)
So Stephen Fry, being a nice dude and all, agreed.
My dad drove me to somewhere, and we entered a room full of swimming examiners.
Yah, I don’t know why I was carrying drumsticks.
Maybe it’s because I forgot to give Liz her present last time, yikes.
Anyway, upon hearing the news, nearly all the swimming judges snorted in disgust, as if it was the most absurd thing in the world to test a grade 2 swimming student. Totally absurd! A grade 2 swimming student! Blasphemy. All of them left, claiming, “This is too much!”, except Mike McShane, the organiser and Stephen Fry. Yeah, Mike McShane was Chinese too.
Thanks to these kind-hearted people, I got my swimming exam and we lived happily ever after, being Chinese and all.
Haha, I love Dreamland. I now know how Stephen and Mike would look like if they were Chinese! Who needs Photoshop when your dreams can do all the work for you?
Speaking of Stephen Fry, I saw him on the UK version of Whose Line is it Anyway? and he looked so damn skinny and healthy. He even had cheekbones and the size of Fann Wong’s cheekbones.
On a different subject, it’s annoying to sit next to kissy couples during a movie.
I’ve got nothing against kissing, but I’ve got something against making people listen to sloppy kissy noises during a movie and slobbering saliva all over the cinema seats.
When I watched Open Season (shitty movie, by the way. But the beavers looked damn cute, I just wanted to hug them!), I was lucky enough to get a nice, quiet kid sitting next to me. Yay. But I remember a few instances when I was unfortunate enough to tolerate 2 hours of non-stop kissing action.
Why pay $9 to watch your lover’s face for 2 hours, when you can do that free of charge in like, I don’t know, a room?
If my boyfriend wanted to kiss me in the cinema, I’d tell him off, “Back off man, I’m trying to watch a movie. And your breath stinks anyway.” and he can kiss my hand. Then he’ll dump me later, but hey man, watching a movie here~
Noisy kids are another thing.
First of all, babies. Why bring a baby to watch a movie when he’s not even going to remember it? He’ll most definitely cry or fall asleep. Noisy kids though, sigh.
I was once a noisy kid in the cinema. Well not exactly noisy, just annoying. While watching Mulan, I just felt as if I had to pee every 5 minutes. In my sister’s psychology book, it says there’s a period of time in a child’s life when he constantly feels like he needs to pee, so it ain’t my fault! I’d tug on my dad’s shirt and he’d sigh. I probably went to the toilet 8 times during that movie.
Anyway. There’s no solution for noisy and irritating kids I guess. I just don’t like them. Tough noogies.
And now I leave you with wise words from Colin Mochrie:
“Hey Ryan, if Sting retires, will he change his name to Stung?”
Hehehe.
3 Responses to “Funky Dream & Annoying Kissy Couples”
Hey..happened to pass by your blog..so i read several of your entries.
And haha, i think your blogging style’s fantastic ; i love reading your blog.
keep blogging! 
Hey, wow, thanks man! 
Rainbows all over..
Heya Julia… Ha ha, it’s been such a long time since Itagged here…
Chocolates are nice… Ha ha, I personally like the dark chocolate ones, though these are the most expensive. I prefer these, cuz their not so sweet.
But yes, you will gain weight if you binge on chocolates, no matter dark, light or milk. Ho ho.
And as for swimming, according to the NASSA, or National Survival Swimming Association, there’s no grade 2 or grade 3 (these terms are used in music exams, I believe,)
For swimming, we have Bronze, Silver, Gold and Goldstar. After this, I think it’s Lifesaving, which I am contemplating to take up.
Then I can be one of the white-T shirt-red pants-with shades-guy who sports a crazy tan. Ha ha.
I’m rather white.