A little about accents.

I’m confused.

Something about me is that I’m not a native English speaker, but somehow by watching loads of TV dramas and listening to audio books have given me both major accents of the English language, the British accent and the American one. And now that I’m studying in Canada, I’m starting to grasp a bit of the Canadian accent as well.

And here’s what confuses me.

I switch accents when I’m talking to different people. Here in Canada, as I’m not that familiar with the Canadian accent (mainly the “about”), I talk to my friends with the American accent. But then back home where I once met a British guy, I used the British accent with him. And when I’m reading, I have my British accent on full blast that now I sometimes have to explain to people beforehand so they don’t get startled because seconds before reading I was talking to them with my “r”s rolled and my “a”s and “an”s pronounced more…how do I put it…more flatly and widely.

And then I read this article on Quora.


And I’m astounded to find that some people actually think that switching accents makes the person sound fake and deceitful.

Well…Hello? It’s not like the person with the ability to switch accents is doing this deliberately just to annoy other people or mock them. Sometimes they just can’t help it.

And now I’m actually really curious. What do people think of those who change accents when speaking to different people?

School Sunday

School Sunday

This got delayed.

Well technically it didn’t, but I was too much of an idiot to mess up with my other blog and deleted everything on that site.

But then, some pictures always brighten up my days.



This was taken one day after I got back to my room from grocery shopping. The sky was lined with four layers of colour, blue, pink, white, and blue. And even though I had a bag full of produce in my hand I had to take this down. It would be too much of a waste not to.


This is one part of the tunnels in my uni. It was Sunday when I took this and the tunnels were blissfully empty.

At the end of this bit is this,


Turn right through the doors and right in front of me is this,


I walk past it almost everyday, but never really figured the words out until that Sunday. “Defamiliarize The Ordinary.” Hmmm, makes a wonderful book name. =)

And on the right hand side is a whole wall of this,


It’s not easy to find an angle where I can take this whole mural down, mind.

I have yet to find out the stories behind all these paintings and murals, but they look really good. The tunnels, as it turned out, aren’t that boring to walk in. Might be a tad bit too warm on a 2 degrees snow day, but at least they’re dry!