Showing posts with label conversations that changed my life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conversations that changed my life. Show all posts

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

The World this Week

Happening week this one was (or not)
Lemme see what i can remember:

Watched 3 new movies the past week
I really liked Terminator Salvation, which i completely did not expect to do. And might i just add that Sam Worthington aka Marcus Wright is really really really good looking. Lil Sis and me both agreed, for once.

The movie, although a lot of it was predictable, it was still good - despite Christian Bale's weird deep throat voice. It kinda maybe worked in Batman, (seeing as he was Batman and all) but doesn't work in every movie. Really. It doesn't.
Also watched the new Star Trek. I'm not sure if was supposed to be as funny as i found it. Eric Bana - good. The rest - just funny. I guess i expected more from it.
Angels and Demons - Whoever it was who decided to redo Tom Hanks hairstyle - Thank you!!!
I actually enjoyed this movie- and not having to see the ridiculous hairstyle he sported in the Da Vinci code made it a whole lot easier.
Ewan McGregor had a accent i can really get used to. Although, if he's been at the Vatican so long, you'd think the accent would go away a bit no?
I read the book ages ago, and couldnt remember how it ended. Think i'll read it again, i only remember that i liked it then.

I'm finally done with Charles and Keith shoes - and the straw that broke this camels back came when i bloody slipped and fell because the damn slippers had no purchase even on rough ground.

And then to give a good start to the week to come, i woke up yesterday morning and thought it was Sunday and was really really pissed off that my alarm rang. Had to stare at the damn phone for a whole minute to make sure it really did say Monday and wasn't playing games on me.
Not good. Not good at all.

Then my pao friend RR (this would make sense if you were Goan, but we'll save that for another wasted & mindless posting) added his two bit of Monday morning wisdom and in his strange but not-at-all fascinating me also gave me what he calls a compliment:
RR: You're perfectly demented in the right amounts already
There are right and wrong amounts, you ask? well, i did ask too, unfortunately.
RR: yeah - Wrong amounts are when women nag. Right amounts is when we can have a conversation about how screwed up it is to name your child Sheldon*
So there!! I am now officially demented in the right amounts.

And to complete this lovely posting, i'll just say how might happy i am go now get back to work and my 327 EMAILS MORE TO GO...Its a real pain when you let the work pile up and then do a count on the number of email you still have to read. Steven, if you're reading this posting, i DO NOT want to hear how you are on holiday for the next 2 weeks while I'm here counting down the end of days.
* I'm not entirely sure about the wisdom of sharing this, but it has something to do with the fact that Sheldon is not a good sex name to have. Umm, no, you don't really want to know. Maybe another day i'll share why screaming 'Ride me Sheldon' qualifies as a comedy show and a turn off and almost any other name would sound better. To all the Sheldons i know, really Sorry. No offense

Sunday, 2 November 2008

We don't have any SUSU drinks

I almost forgot this story until Mom bought it up just now
She just opened one of the boxes of chocolate that has been lying in the refrigerator for a couple of months, and was reading the label n stuff on the box.
One of the ingredients read as Susu Krim which means Cream Milk or something like that

She stared at it for a lil while
Mom: Erm, so what does Susu mean.
Me: What?
Mom: What does Susu Mean. It is written on the box
Me: Oh. Susu means Milk.
Mom: Oh. Heeheehee (and then all break out into hysterical laughter)

See. where i come from, Susu means Urine. So its one of those cultural differences things that has come up here.

When i moved to Singapore, Mala n me decided to have lunch at a food court we'd not been to yet. It was our first month and we were still in the adventurous and exploratory stage of our new lives here in Sin city.
So we order some food and find a table.
Singapore has a lotta food courts which are a bunch of food stalls bunched together. They're self service and there's some tables and chairs thrown around which you literally have to fight over since they're so many people always eating and you're always searching for a table to begin with the meal
There'll also be a drink stall with some folks who'll walk around and interrupt you every 2 mins till you order something to drink.

So, there we are sitting at our table just about to begin eating, and the Drink Guy (DG) walks over.

DG: You want something to drink? what you want to drink?
Mala: Can i have a diet coke
DG: OK. Can. One diet coke. What for you?
Me: Do you have any watermelon juice?
DG: No No. No watermelon juice
Me: ok. What else do you have?
DG: No juice. You want Susu drink? No Susu drink. Only canned Lah. No Susu.

This was followed by 30 seconds of silence between Mala n me. It's not that we were just stunned and completed blown away by those last lines, we just didn't know how to react.
So apparently they didn't have any fruit juices or milkshakes. Only canned drinks Lah

I ordered a diet coke as well
We never went back to that food court.

Friday, 18 July 2008

Thai Airways Flight to Bangkok - How it is important to listen first and then act. OR How to sue an Airline

Passenger: Can i have a glass of water please
Air-hostess: Yes Sir, I'll be back


15 minutes later---air hostess gives passenger half a glass of liquid. Passenger touches the glass to his lips (barely has a sip)

Passenger: what is this?? what is this i ask you?
Air hostess: It is Vodka Sir

(this is when i removed my earphones so i could discreetly listen to the rest of the conversation)

Passenger: I did not ask for Vodka, i asked for Water. Go get me some water now !!!
Air Hostess: Ooh, i am so sorry sir, i thought you said vodka
Passenger: Quickly QUICKLY, get me some water now

20 minutes later, passenger complains to another air hostess who he assumes to be the senior one

Passenger: I had asked for water, and your friend bought me vodka.
Air Hostess: Oh I'm so sorry sir, are you ok now
Passenger: No i am not feeling well, i need a tablet -some medicine
Air Hostess: No no sir, i think you just have some more WATER and you will be fine

(goes to get more water.. and that how it continued the rest of the flight)
All this over one tiny tiny sip of vodka... if it wasn't early morning, i would have offered to finish it for him and get them all to shut up

I think Thai airways should be expecting a claim sometime soon

Friday, 4 July 2008

Good Cleavage - Bad Cleavage

So the question that came up was what basis is a cleavage good or bad..

Sushi had this analogy:
"Showing too much is bad cleavage, then its not attractive.
It needs to be just enough to keep you interested...A good cleavage is like a resume. If its good, you get a job interview."

This is why men and women don’t think alike.

Sunday, 29 June 2008

Indiana Jones and Theatre conversations

Finally went to watch Indiana Jones at the theatre the other day.. This is not the kind of movie where i would want noisy kids (or adults) around me ruining my concentration.. I tried, but couldn't help overhearing these bunch of American kids next to me.. They looked in their early teens

Kid One: The movie was supposed to start at 7, and it's still not begun yet
Kid Two: Exactly !!! I mean, WTF !!! Its been half and hour of just watching the ads..

Now i don't know how kids in the US speak, but I would think you usually abuse or you don't at all.. I've never actually heard anyone use an abbreviation of a cuss word.. You need to really imagine an angry 13yr old saying "WTF" in an American accent to appreciate why i dropped the whole packet of popcorn on the floor and was laughing for the next 20 mins (well, I'm laughing till now and its been a while)

As for the movie, well its Indian Jones.. Its made to entertain...and it was loads better than Get Smart. I guess Steve Carell either scores it big or not at all

Wednesday, 18 June 2008

Cannot Lah !!! - The Harley Davidson Story

Spent most of last weekend at this pub called Handle Bar…
Nice place.. biker theme. So there were lotsa biker dudes with Harleys and other big bikes
Now the thing is.. When you see a guy on a Harley, you have an image in your head of what he'd look like and act like… you'd think he would be this macho guy n stuff.. But I forgot that this is Singapore !!!
So we're having a drink and some of these guys are standing next to our table..
And they're leaving and this was the conversation:
1st Harley Guy: "How bout we do xxxx and then xxxx thing"
2nd Harley Guy (who is this hunk of a guy replies in true Singaporean style): "Cannot lah !!!" …. (I didn’t hear what he said after that.. I was stumped on big macho guy owning a Harley saying those 2 words)
Oh Singapore Singapore !!!!

Wednesday, 7 May 2008

Hold tunes...

Sigh...
My boss on the phone with a customer and she's singing "tonight i celebrate my love for you"

She is.. singing to the customer... as a hold tune while she checks on something


Sigh... I'm stuck between truly crazy people... loud and eccentric with some lunatic tendencies

Second hold tune: Ba ba black sheep...
Well, atleast there's variety

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

Marriage Proposals: About to Propose

I can see this happening sometime in the future... and I'm wondering whether my Tarzan is the only one crazy enough to have thought of this.

Innovative way to Propose marriage # 1:

Tarzan comes on a white horse through the streets of Singapore (yes, a horse is going to be walking the streets here). Considering the city's clean image, our white horse will be wearing a nappy.. avoid that littering fine as well.
So.. yes.. Tarzan on white steed screams from a microphone up to Jane on the 23rd Floor and asks for her hand in marriage.
Jane nods her head back (she does not have a microphone and won't be heard from that high up)
Oh and I forgot the main part - you know how couples have a Just Married sign on their cars on their wedding day.. Well our sturdy steed is going to have "About to Propose" pasted on his bum as he makes his way to Jane's humble abode... and have tin cans trailing from his tail so that anyone else who might have missed a horse on the Singapore streets won't miss the din

Tarzan & Jane are hoping with all the news this creates someone comes ahead to sponsor the wedding and maybe honeymoon as well

Signed: Tarzan n Jane

Friday, 8 February 2008

Air India !!!

This one was a blog story in the making right from the time we booked our flights to Mumbai on Air India.
My second flight on Air India ever and I was completely nervous expecting horrendous 5 and a half hours of nightmares.. but it was a pretty good flight.. The Air Hostesses had the "ask me for help and I’m throwing you off the plane" look, but were surprisingly nice for the expressions on their face (well, some people have faces like that, they just can’t help it).
The food was good, an amazingly smooth flight, we didn’t even realise when we took off or landed (partly to do with the fact that we took off so damn late, but then this was Air India, some things you just assume will happen)

Anyway, so we hear this old lady ahead of us ask the air hostesses for a "shawl" (or blanket, however you wanna call it)
Air hostess passes by a while later and gives her something.
20 minutes after that is this conversation with another air hostess -

Air Hostess: " Aunty, sab theek hai na. You need anything"
Old Lady: " Nahi, theek hai"
Air Hostess: "Achcha. Lekin aapko Salt kyo chahiye tha?"
Old Lady: "Nahi Ji, Maine Salt nahi Shawl maanga tha"

Oh well..

Saturday, 22 December 2007

Of Margaritas and pick up lines

Went to this place yesterday at Dempsey road and it had all the makings of an amusing Friday night.
Our cabbie who dropped us there suddenly yelped when he saw a sign that said “happy hours”. Its never a good sign when the cabbies do that to 3 girls in their cab, it means its only too obvious that we’re going to get completely sloshed that night and everyone already knows it. Oh well…
So we enter this place and we can see weirdly dressed people doing what I’m sure they thought was burning up the dance floor… some guy in almost opaque (I swear) white shades dancing with himself and the people in his head and a lotta other people who would have gotten a mention here had they had the charisma of our ubercool white shade man

We order 3 margaritas and tell the waiter to get them frozen, and one on the rocks…
Only to find our waiter hurry back apologetically to us 10 mins later telling us that the kitchen is closed after 11:30 and so we cant get any food, would we like to order drinks instead… After patiently explaining that the margaritas were drinks and not pizzas our humble waiter who’s first day at work it supposedly is, was pretty fast in getting us our drinks.
Then a lil while later we have these two 5 foot nothing pimply guys come up to ask with the weirdest pick up line I've heard so far “ Do you think tattoos are cool, cause his sister wants to get a tattoo with her boyfriends name on her arm and I don’t think so”… sigh… the next 10 mins went trying to get them to leave after they promptly got chairs and sat their asses down.
So I called my friend Mala who sat across from me and made it look like we were both on separate calls hoping they would get the hint, which they did. But not before departing with another gem he told Mala “ You know, you wont be able to pick up a lotta men if you’re on the phone all the time”…
This will be an interesting 2 years indeed….