BOO!

Horror movies. I love 'em. I am also the biggest scaredy-fridaycat. Yeah, quite a combination, i know. Those near and dear are always amazed at my morbid fascination. "You know you won't be able to sleep with the lights off for days...Why do you still wanna watch this?"

I dunno baaah....I just want to! So in the spirit of the Halloween season, here are some of my favourite horror flicks and with the right company, I'd like to watch them again!

So classic, so cheesy, so good. If you haven't watched this, please do.Best scene: When the girlfriend gets possessed and she starts giggling in her white nightgown. Gave me nightmares for days.

The Silence of the Lambs series is the bestest ever. "Quid pro quo..." said Hannibal Lecter. In my opinion, he is the SCARIEST villain ever simply because he's the kind of gentleman you'd invite over for dinner. Then again, he'd probably be having YOU for dinner. Check out the other parts of the story: Hannibal Rising, Red Dragon and Hannibal.

My ex-boyfriend (boo!) introduced this to me and I loved it (yay!) . I also fell in love with Cillian Murphy here. The storytelling is great and I've never been fond of zombie movies but this is definitely my favourite undead film.

If you don't know Pinhead, you don't know what you're missing. The first Hellraiser is still the best. I'm looking for the DVD so if anyone sees it in KK, let me know! The movie gets pretty gory but lovely to watch on a stormy night and minimal lights.

It's a love-hate relationship with this one. The sight of Linda Blair still gives me the heebie jeebies. And now...I bring you...

I can't wait for this baby to open here. Enjoy your screamfest!

Torn.

I was talking to a friend yesterday and bringing up the past brought me back to a time when this song felt like my mantra. That aside, I still think this is an excellent song. Now I can't stop playing it on my mp3!

Torn

by Natalie Imbruglia

I thought I saw a man brought to life

He was warm, he came around like he was dignified

He showed me what it was to cry

Well, you couldn’t be that man I adored

You don’t seem to know, don’t seem to care what your heart is for

But I don’t know him anymore

There’s nothing where he used to lie

My conversation has run dry

That’s what’s going on

Nothing's fine, I’m torn

I’m all out of faith, this is how I feel

I’m cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed into something real

I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

You're a little late, I’m already torn

So I guess the fortune teller's right

Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light

To crawl beneath my veins and now I don’t care,

I have no luck, I don’t miss it all that much

There’re just so many things that I can’t touch, I’m torn

I’m all out of faith, this is how I feel

I’m cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor

Blanket.

My cat Blanket got hit by a car. There was blood everywhere but not a scratch on his body. The blood was coming out of his mouth and nose. I was freaking out, almost hysterical and I didn't care about the rain. I managed to call the vet (it was past opening hours) and begged him to open the clinic. God bless his soul, he did. I rushed there and I couldn't watch him work on Blanket. He said the cat was hit in the head but there didn't seem to be any brain damage as the cat could still stand up and walk around. His left eye is bulging out and the worst case scenario right now is that he could go blind on one side.

But he'll be fine.

He's at the vet for now, under observation and drip, cuz he can't eat or drink. I've been visiting him everyday, as much as I can. Everytime I see him, I start to cry. I'm sorry I didn't put you in the cage earlier that night but I thought you were in the living room. I'm sorry I decided to feed you late that night, or else you'd be home safe already. I love you so much and I dunno what I would do if I lost you. I can't sleep at night until I know you're home with me. I promise not to leave your side till you're up and running again. And I'm going to buy you a new 'home' to sleep in instead of that ratty old cage. Get well soon!

Mel goes fishing!

Yep, another infamously delayed post but I've got photos, yay! So I went deep sea fishing a couple of weeks ago. It had been raining felines and canines and to be honest, I thought it was a crazy idea to go out into the sea but, hey, I'm just writer, what do i know about the sea?

Our boat was called Magic Moments and we departed from the Sutera Harbour Marina at around 8:45am. Bad news: It looked like rain *but* Good news: It wasn't scorching hot. Win some, lose some.


Here we are, leaving the jetty. The sea still nice and calm. Our 'sifu' for the day, briefing us on the itinerary and what to expect. "Ok, siapa mau muntah, just lean over the railing..."


My colleagues, Rie-san and Melina, still looking 'ayu'. Ok, so far so good...

I popped in a motion sickness pill (instruction says to take it half hour before we hit the sea) jusssst in case. Our journey was Mengalum, a fishing spot some two hours from the jetty. So what do you do to kill time? Take a picturegraph! Me and David, trying not to turn into the various shades of green as seen on his shirt.

The clouds looming ahead did not look promising. In fact, the ride got bumpier and the waves were definitely getting bigger. I could almost hear everyone's stomach churning and I was gripping my seat so tight, my knuckles turned white. Mr. Boatman advised that it wasn't a good idea to head to Mengalum (thank God, I couldn't imagine going through that ride for another hour and a half!) so we detoured.
Once there (don't ask me where, we didn't have exactly have signboards to show the way...) , Sifu showed us the what, when and hows of deep sea fishing. "This is a fishing rod. If you 'champion' like me, you can use one hand only to hold...see?" heh heh. Once the boat stopped, it starts swaying and bobbing around even more so let's just say the fish in the sea had plenty of .... regurgitated food to eat that day.

Howeverrrrr....This little missy got so excited about reeling up some fishies that she totally forgot her seasickness. Heh, yes ladies and gents, fridaycat was puke-free for the day. Hurrah!

So everyone did the fishing thing. Note: Fishing is not for the impatient and obnoxiously loud. It takes a lot of patience and sometimes, you could fish for 6 hours straight and catch nothing but a cold. Or....

...You might actually catch something! Ala kecil lah but puas hati I got something. This was my 3rd fish for the day and I was one happy cat. Just don't ask me to gut and clean it. Ugh.


After many moons and many suns had passed (ok la actually it was just four hours), our sifu showed that he was not only Super Master of Fishing, he was also Grand Duke of Culinary Skills! Yep, lunch was served on board and I tell you, a day out in the sea can really build up the appetite. But here's the real treat for the day:

Talk about fresh from the sea! I kid you not when I say this was the most delicious piece of fish I had ever had in my life - tender, almost sweet, succulent and oh so fresh. Of course, also because I caught one of them la, heh. Hey, how often can I say I caught my own meal?

There you have it, just another day at work. I gotta say I really enjoyed this trip albeit the rough sea. Stay tuned for more adventures of the Fridaycat kind!

Tick tock.

I love the smell of babies. If you don't already know what a freak I am, I love going to the babies' department in any shopping mall and just 'inhale' the baby stuff. Does this mean I WANT a baby? I don't know. Just when I think I want one, the reality of it sets in. I have plenty of friends and colleagues who have babies/are having babies and the more I talk to them, the more I realise I'm probably not ready. The 9 months of pregnancy, the labour (wowee the labour stories still give me nightmares), the 3am feeds, the cost of a tin of powdered milk...

The sad truth is also that probably I'm still too focused on 'me', let alone care for another tiny, helpless human being. I've still got things to do, places to see and moments to experience before I commit myself fully to starting a family. Many of my friends and relatives 'love' reminding me of my age and that I shouldn't wait too long - you know la, the whole 'time to have kids' speech. What they don't realise is everyone has their own pace to follow and they don't see the bigger picture. Sure, it's great to get married and have the whole 2.5 kids thing but I'm not going to do it because I feel it's 'time'. I'll do it when my partner and I want to. The last thing I want is to rush and have children and end up resenting them because I wasn't ready.

Yes, I do envy my friends who have settled down with their babies and doting husbands (ok, some of them have doting husbands anyway...) but I believe all that is a natural progression that should be, well, natural. There is no rule set in stone that says marriage and kids complete your life and we should learn to respect the choices people make. Some of us marry at 24, some at 44. Some have kids, some don't. Some are fulfilled just being on their own. We listen too much to what the people around us say and never really ask ourselves what WE want.

My point? I want to get married. Eventually. I want babies. Eventually. But right now, I'm pretty happy with the direction of my life and although sometimes I hear the tick tock of my clock a bit too loud, I simply drown it out with the beat of my own drum.

You're rude.

Rudeness. It majorly irks me.

Almost everyday I encounter rude people. Most days, it's nothing big so I can let it slide. But it's the people who are constantly 'kurang ajar' that I feel like bitch-slapping till kingdom come. The worst part is, they don't even notice it. The WORST excuse for being rude? "I just talk like that, I'm not being rude." Yeah, right.

I'm not perfect but if there is one thing I take pride in is my conscious effort to be as diplomatic, considerate and polite as possible. To a fault really because I notice how so many people take that for granted. Because I'm nice to them, I become a doormat. Bloody hell. Hey, just because I can talk to you nicely doesn't mean you can keep pushing my buttons you know.

Yesterday, the Rudeness Meter just reached its limit for me when I called up a friend of mine. First of all, who answers the phone with, "Ya what?" And my questions are answered with a monosyllabic, "Mmm,mmm" or "Up to you laaah". WTF? I wanted to bring this 'friend' out for dinner and this is the response i get? Some friend he is. After I hung up the phone, I felt so annoyed that I decided to text him and tell him to forget it. I made some excuse about being busy and went home and had a delicious bowl of maggi mee asam laksa. Plus my cats proved to be MUCH better company.

No offence here but I notice some Chinese friends in particular have this very 'rough' way of talking and when I told them this, they say the typical line, "Aiya all Chinese talk like dis one!" Ohhhh ok...So because the majority of you sound damn rude and you KNOW you're rude, that makes it okay la? Hey, I have Chinese friends who can talk nicely ok, so that is NOT a good reason. (For the record, when I hear this particular Chinese friend talk to his clients on the phone, he makes Queen Elizabeth sound rude - so yes I am sure he is capable of talking nicely to me if he wanted to).

And since I'm on a roll, I know a couple of workmates who have the worst phone etiquette. Whenever I call their office, they answer with, "Yes?" or "Ya?" and when I ask to be passed to someone else, no 'hold on'. Just an annoyed, " Nah for you" in the background. If you know who you are, LEARN SOME MANNERS.

I hate rude people. Hate hate hate hate. I make an effort to be nice and it hasn't killed me yet. So if you don't know how to talk nicely to me or were raised in a barn, don't associate yourself with me. Some people say the only reason it gets to me is because I'm too sensitive. Well, you know what?

I'd rather be too sensitive than rude any day.

In motion.

October 1st 2007 marks the day I'm finally putting my plans in motion. I'm excited yet anxious. Happy but I'd be lying if I said I didn't a twinge of sadness. Did I make the right decision? Is my timing right? How now brown cow? I can't believe how fast the year has flown by. Which also translates to: Yay! and Alamak!

But today I finally had to do it. Watch this space, I'll keep everyone posted!

I'll leave you with a weekend photo:

Guess who went deep sea fishing?