Mini Weird Dream Post!
I'm on a BOAT! ...well, OK, a ship, but The Lonely Island didn't write that one. Aaaanyhoo. It's a crowded ship, and it's already dark out so I'm thinking "Oh, must be time to buka puasa (break fast)." So I find a queue and just assume it's leading to food, and I get in line. Suddenly people are pushing and shoving, and I turn around to cuss some people out when there's a bright light and it feels like someone switched on a fan and directed it in my face, and as I'm wondering what the hell is going on.....
I see Freida Pinto walking towards me, all glorious and beautiful and smiley.
HOT DAYUM she's gorgeous.
And she comes up to me and says "Jom buka puasa." And I say...
"Uh..OK."
And as she walks away, I whip out my phone and text Yasmina, my Inspector: "Raju. Wish you were here to show me how to eat the food of your countrymen." (I remember it word for word because it's hilarious, considering our friendship and the gist of all our inside jokes and conversations.)
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA THE END.
If you're not following me on Twitter then you're missing out on a lot of weirdness. I won't promise it's funny or interesting. Just weird. And sometimes creepy. But the point is that I use it everyday, so it really is a mini-blog of sorts. So...yeah. Get on that. If you feel like it.
The 140 character limit is crippling sometimes, but that just encourages me to spam your timeline if one tweet isn't enough. Coz I'm persistent like that.
Some may confuse 'persistent' with 'annoying'.
Nuance.
I did share a story recently on there that will bring joy to those who love to see me be humiliated.
I was at Sunway Pyramid recently with my brother's family, and it was almost time to break our fast, so we were sitting at Burger King, waiting to eat. By the way, don't you love how during Ramadhan, when you go out, you have that bond with the strangers around you when you're counting down the minutes to Maghrib? The eye contact...waiting to see who'll eat first...the tension in the air.... it's hilarious.
Anyway.
We were waiting to see if they would play the azan, because it's not really tradition in my family to break our fast outside- we're homely people. Plus, WHY, when we've got Mama's cooking?!- I don't really know how they do it on the outside. I know some restaurants announce it, or play it over the speakers... I know it was Burger King, but still...I had no idea what the procedure was. So I was still hoping for an azan. But with the atmosphere being so noisy, and the mall playing music over the loudspeakers, it was hard to hear anything that was going on around you. I was still on edge though, because according to my iPhone app it was 2 minutes away from Maghrib, and everyone was starting to look panicky (including the cute guy at the next table, but let's not get into that. *cough* Damn, he was cute though. And I did get a smile outta him eventually. Life=made.) Suddenly, I heard a melodious male voice floating out from the loudspeakers and I poked my brother repeatedly on the shoulder, hissing "Wei wei wei wei wei dah azan wei!"
My brother listened intently for a few seconds with a hopeful look on his face....which slowly gave way to a look of incredulity and joy (at having the chance to torture me) and said:
"WOI. That's R.Kelly. 'I Believe I Can Fly.' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!"
.........this is my life, people.
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