Thursday, November 12, 2009

random random stuff

Was having lunch with my staff and somehow the topic of how Pakistanis look came up. I said Paks look fabulous generally, with the strong features, defined noses, large eyes, and they take a great photo. Unlike south east asians, who generally have flatter features and less defined. Anyway that made everyone happy.

Then one of the girls (Pakistani) said 'yes, but we hate it when Pakistani men stare at us'. Hah. I said honey, you can't blame them. I mean look around, Anywhere. Women make up 10 % of the people in public. My friend Mc calls it a sausage fest. I mean anywhere, if there is a rare exhibit, everyone will look eg polar bear. Or on the road, where it' s all bloody toyota and hondas. If someone has a ferrari everyone will look. So don't blame them for staring. If there were more women out in public, maybe the staring will stop. And hey, if I was young and good looking, I'd flaunt it !

Anyway , another party and one of the expats complained about the famous crank calls. I mean you get random calls after 11 at night from some guy . And he will call repeatedly. The poor guys are so bored. Can't blame them. I had someone call me up once. Asked me (he spoke english , well, some) what my name was. I was in a good mood and the tel con went something like this : guy : what's your name? me : Bill Clinton. guy : be clinton? me : yup. guy: what u do? me: monica lewinsky! guy : huh ? guy : can i be your friend? me: nope. I hang up. Guy calls again. At 2 a.m. Yup. 2 a. m. By which time, the mood was not so good, so I thought I had better practice my cantonese swearing, which was getting out of touch. And for those who don't know cantonese, it's the best dialect EVER to swear in. Guy : hello . Me : (translated) : F** u. Guy: huh? me : F** your m** smelly C*** . Guy : now speaking urdu . me: I said are you some stupid C***. F** your m*** smelly flower (this is direct translation, no explanation) c***. This actually went on for 5 mins before I got tired and just left the phone on. Hey, it was his call, his money. All this while my wife was rolling on the floor laughing. Anyway long story short, no more calls.

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