Are you being served?

What’s the most dreadful (or wonderful) experience you’ve ever had as a customer?

Some weeks ago, a friend treated me and another his four month due birthday treat at an awesome restaurant which is one of our all time favourites. That time, looks like there were already two sets of different people who came there for such a celebration (we here basically hog, that’s just about it for us) and the best part was not only those people who were, but also the entire staff of the hotel, including the manager, waiters, chefs and all went there, bought cake/dessert and sang alone with those people. Well almost after we were done, there were two such ones which happened, so I thought why not do one ourselves and honestly, just to annoy him basically 😛 (he is the shy-doesn’t mingle around much-you don’t need to know much types) I discreetly spoke to the waiter who was serving us, he didn’t even realized right until everyone showed up and we sang for him while sort of making fun of him of course 😀 The best part was there were two guys on their own to our adjacent table who asked us and joined in singing too! 😀

Oh and we were just the third, there was one more fourth later on just after us sometime later. Four birthday joys in about 2 hours, and it seemed each batch encouraged the next to do this short fun moment. Well I really liked this part from the restaurant staff, that was indeed awesome. All coming together to join in the fun. Especially matters when we were just 3 of us. And not to forget those 2 random good guys from the adjacent table. Isn’t it always more the merrier and happiness increases when spread? 🙂

Well not always, things which I wouldn’t want to mention. 😉 😛 Oh and that treat-giving-ass made me delete the photographs I took so sorry for the lack of them.

With or without the mic, that’s the question

Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why?

I’m comfortable and indifferent. Though I never used one of those cool small invisible mics which big fellas use to talk.

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My charm can be killing, if you get what I mean…

Twerking is a word now?

First of all I never knew the existence of this word twerking until this event, and the prompt otherwise I didn’t even writing a word about it unlike almost the entire internet. And adding to the pathetic list of things, it’s even added to the oxford dictionary (online) now, I mean seriously? (the very fact they give such silly words an authentic status makes me sick)

And I don’t understand why every fucking site/person has to talk about this. Well actually I do, just don’t want to be left out right? *facepalm* This is not some big controversy or breaking news worthy, just a bunch of stupid teens doing what they want. If you don’t like it, just don’t see it. The idiocy that such silly things are blown out of proportion, outraged, and in the end pretend to not give a shit about it (unless you’re from some of those mostly usually parent groups or so, who make headlines/bucks out of it)

Why am I writing this again? Oh yes thank you wordpress.

Super Sense

If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?

There was a similar prompt before, but well if I’ll have to loose one it’s a pretty easy choice, taste. Well yes, won’t be able to enjoy any delicacy ever again, but well, at least crappy food won’t bother anymore. 😛

As for the super sense(s), I don’t know, preferably super eye sight, or equal increase in both seeing and hearing. That shit will  be helluva useful.

Bookery Books

Grab the nearest book. Open it and go to the tenth word. Do a Google Image Search of the word. Write about what the image brings to mind.

DON’T DO THIS! STAHP! DON’T DO THIS!

Okay, that was because, seriously, the nearest book to me is in fact a blank notebook which I just got today earlier, blank in the sense totally blank, not even ruled! This must be some kind of joke which the force is pulling on me right?

Well, here is a picture I shared much earlier, of just an amount of books I have which I can see just above/in front of me when I sit at my work station.

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Snark Bombs, Away!

Try your hand at parody or satire — take an article, film, blog post, or song you find misguided, and use humor to show us how.

Oh this list might probably not end. So much that it that has hindered my ability to even think or do anything at times. Well here is something which I clicked/already shared much earlier, still cracks me up a bit.

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Toy Story

What was your favorite plaything as a child? Do you see any connection between your life now, and your favorite childhood toy?

A rock. Yes. Or a stone. Well whatever you like to call it, though there IS a difference between them, there aren’t multiple words in a English for nothing you know. Or Geology in this case. Whatever. In this case, for simplicity’s sake, pebble.

Anyways coming to the point, I used to collect them (a lot) when I was a kid, of different shapes, sizes and colours. I painted this one just like that reading one of those many books for children on art and craft which I always loved doing. Although technically I never played with it, even after over 15 years or so it lies in my drawer with me, among my other creations and things. Perhaps a symbolism that till date, I’m stone-hard and weird.

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