That was yesterday.

"The world is round, not square ohkay?" I told Sara Khoo. My personal metaphor that probably only me and another handful of dungus can understand it - in your dreams.

If I could write a list of perfections without hurting the imperfections, I probably would.

Meet my mentor.

When I just slot myself in Nuffnang, Yee Hou was my mentor.

He sat me down in the meeting room and ran through decks with me.

For two weeks.

And this is how I repay him:



HhahahahahaHAHAHaa...!! How can you NOT laugh at that? Seriously?



 

PARAMOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe.

"We are PARAMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Yupe I was there. Rockzone. Sweat and big people stepping on my foot. And loud fan girls. And girls who got claustrophobic.

Thanks to @nickrosevelt , we got there at slightly before 7. Got in the gates at 7:30pm and waited! And @fresh026 , was making fun of my apparel. What??! I didn't know rock concerts have this dark bohring dresscode =P Yes, take that Basi. So I was in laced beige pantskirt and a grey-coral light top. But I wore flats..!



It was my first concert! Isn't it awesome to begin it with Paramore? (Though y2k performed in weird masks and no one got them..)



You know how you always hear stories of how the 'stars' come out real late, do a short stint and get off? Well, Paramore was on time! Slightly earlier, maybe. AND they played for an hour an a half. Just fantastic!! Got the crowd going~~ and Hayley was pretty.. ahem the guitarist too was pretty darn handsome =P Alright back to their songs!!!! They are great performers, it wasn't them performing and us jaw dropped watching. It was the whole stringing the crowd along~~ Best part was when everyone had anything that illuminates and raised it and swayed to "The Only Exception".




Oh this girl kept swishing her hair in my face. GRRhhh... you know how it is the 'oh I notice my hair too much and conveniently sway my hair from left to right' type? Yeah. Totally was doing that. I capture this to send to Fresh and asked her to save me.. and @michellezyenn was laughing at me. Thanks. *smack* She got lost somewhere in the crowd after that so.. she avoided the entire dramatic episode of me yanking her ponytail.

Thanks Tune Talk for making it happen!!

Isn't it awesome working at Nuffnang? *GRINS*

Pre Paramore Post: http://lindakhoo.wordpress.com/2010/09/15/paramore-in-kl/

A getaway and a funeral.

I was in Penang a while ago. For a getaway and also to attend.. I don't know what you call it, 49th? or 50th day? I'm not sure. Maybe it was just coincidental. I didn't really plan on going for it. Part of me know I should, so I did. We spent most of the time getting lost on the streets of Penang. Also, before an early morning the next day, I had 3 tequila shots. Yes, 3. That's a whole lot for me if you know my horribly low tolerance for alcohol. The other did 7. Then he started talking about the prime minister of Malaysia and his wife. Didn't make sense. I'll be heading to Thailand soon. Sigh. Not been back there for a while now. Not seen the new house, don't really want to. My puppy have grown into a dog and probably have forgotten me. I would no longer have my grandma getting up at 4am in the morning to get us sweet breakfast and cook a range of dishes. Or her accidentally washing iPods. Or enjoying parties at the house. Or the beds she personally makes for us. Or the late night shows we watch on a cold winter's night. I wonder what it would be like without my grandma around. Death makes you want to be with the ones you love more. Or change your life in some way. Hers did. Not the recent one. Neither will the next one.

The Other Khoo.

Have you met my other half? Meet Rahrah Khoo. Her name is Sara Khoo actually. I've known her since.. *thinks* forever. She knows too much about me. So here, know something about her!


*grins* We normally do silly stunts together, for example being one person in a fitting room. Which failed miserably. But this time, she's a lone wolf. Heeheee... *loves*

Curaturi.

I have NO idea what "curaturi" means but here's what I got when I googled:



But the Curaturi that I'd been talking to looks like this:



Okay, maybe it is similiar. He is only 25 after all.

We constantly argue about BlackBerry and iPhone. How iPhone is a toy and BlackBerry has brains.

And fast forward to 28.09.2010. Here comes BlackBerry Playbook Tablet. The love for BlackBerry and tablets and the ability to buy one got me excited about it.

HOWEVER, here comes Curaturi claiming it is plagiarism: "blackberry has no original ideas. hehehehee. BBtablet tiru ipad tau." I asked him whether iPad can snap pictures. Hah! And to add to it, I said it is for "professional" usage and it is not a toy. WHO OWNS AN IPAD KNOWS it is pretty much useless ohkay. (With a ridonkulous name. So zepeciale wanna name it a pad when it is an actual tablet.)

Then I brought up how he said BlackBerry tablet is a copycat to remind him how iPhone is too. Hello, BlackBerry Storm? BlackBerry Playbook Tablet's totally gonna bust iPad's ass.

So I set him an MMS message: "For your safe keeping".



He replied with an MMS message: "For your reference".



HAhahahahahAHAHAHHAHAAA!!

Touché!

Meet my other colleague.

*Updated*

Hi world. Monday Monday, oh the Monday.

Let's make everybody get over Monday a lil bit easier.

Let me introduce you to my other colleague. Her name is Michelle, and from today onwards, you would remember her.

Things to know about Michelle:
- she loves the bloggers
- she hates Yut Kee and do not eat chap fan
- she wears really high heels
- she's a sexy non-humper
- she shops a lot
- she is addicted to contacts
- she knows the deed on everyone
- she is an energizer bunny on the dance floor

Proof: Meet Michelle.


She really likes dancing. Thanks Arthur's Day. Thanks Tim =P

Here's how she really look like:


hehehehehee... Big difference? Sorrylah, that was a really funny picture.

I'm working with?

*Updated*

Some of you may know where I'm working at. Or maybe I have mentioned it. Well, I'm forgetful that way:

The following question is to analyse your character:

A girl was at her mother's funeral when she met a man. She fell in love with him. 3 few days later, she killed her sister. Why do you think she did so?

There is no right answer.. but here's what I gathered:

@jstna: "because the sister is with the man" (@timothytiah @nadzimzainal answered that too)

@ang3line: "because she thought her sister tried to kill the guy"

@Sarakhoo: "cos the girl got possessed by his dead gf which is actually the girl's mother"

@jacqkie: "because the sister is actually the guy"

@Herobear: "because her sister was having sex with the guy on the mother's coffin"

@pinkytham: "the man she felt in love with could only live if her family is all dead"

@muhammadizam: "of course so that he can meet up with the guy again.. :D" (@kuahjenhan @azrysyarry said the same too. @lydiakwan(CHEATEDDD)

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I pressed on for a better answer, and this is what I've got from @nadzimzainal

she kills her sister because since she was small her sister always gets the cutest guys... she envies her...

and because of that too, her self esteem was decreasing...and the fact that the sister was slighty gorgeous than her, and always gets the attention of everyone, her relatives, her mom, and also coz her sister was the favourite... that drives her to be more and more jealous of the sister

so when she met the guy... and found out that the guy was sort of into the sister... she killed her out of rage,envy and pure psychotic pleasures just so she could be with him. and in the end... the guy was just after her punani... after a night of sexually pleasures... he left the next day and disappeared... she tracked him down and found him at a conference on the east coast... she was angry... she stab, slit his throat, step on his head, and cut of his ball sack then she chewed them... everyone at the conference just stood there.. and watch her in a different state of mind.

Yuck. Boy you are yucky.

BlackBerry connects us?

BlackBerry. iPhone. Others.

My friend sent in a question: What do you think the usage of BlackBerry to our social life? Is it annoying? Disturbing? Or it helps us socialise?

It got me thinking what my BlackBerry has done for me. With all honestly, it is keping me connected 24/7. And guess what. That is a problem. As much as I would LOVE to defend smartphone's honour, it does get on your nerves. There is a time and place for everything. With a smartphone, there is NO such rule. It may be 3am in the morning and you WOULD still be connected to receive something that may or may not be relevant to your brain. At times, you may even read something you wish you didn't. OR you may be having the best time in the world only to receive an e-mail that stirs up your anger. Oh yes, that is what you signed on for once you own a smartphone.

Don't get me wrong, I love my BlackBerry and wouldn't trade it for anything else (Maybe for SE Xperia). But it does have the tendency to be annoying. To yourself and the people around you.

And it is over.

You are telling me that our playground has been sold? But it is OUR playground. I don't know. I guess it is the most rationale thing to do. But there's where everything is. How could you let it go? Maybe we had more cherished memories in it than you did.

It felt so.... final. Sealed off with marble. Sealing off what he used to keep. All those dust collecting knick knacks. I am undecided. On how I feel about it.

I never liked saying goodbye.

My four days weekend felt short. I guess it is because it is not exactly a holiday. I don't know why I chose to go there knowingly I would have to attend. Maybe it was subconsciously on purpose. I know I am the first. And it would only be right. Well, some traditions should be kept.

How unsettling.

Thursday Brain.

A day before the Raya Hols. This happened:

I was typing an e-mail to a client. Instead of typing "Cost per Click" I typed "Cost per Cock" instead.

DAmmit.

Then later on I was talking to Ang3line about movies, whether she wanted any of mine. She said yes. So I asked her "Do you have a harddick?"

................................................................................................................................don't ask.

NO I AM NOT DEPRIVED. ohmg. I don't have the opportunity to be deprived to begin with!

Starbucks.

Starbucks in Malaysia is quiet and slow paced.

Starbucks in the UK, people come and go. They queue, they get their coffee, often walking out after doing so.

Of course there are those who sit on the bar, staring out the window enjoying their cuppa. Or some may choose to be like us Malaysians, get a sofa and zone out.

I'm here on a hot Sunday afternoon, soon-to-be evening, in Starbucks. I'm a traitor to Coffeebean. I've been staring at the brown mixed pastries and buns. Bah.. I want Dunkin Donuts. Anyway, back to my point. I'm wasting my Sunday away. I had an eventful weekend. First of all, I spent my Friday with Nuffies. Isn't that odd? Not what you are thinking. As in Nuffies don't particularly trust me in turning up for events. Hupsengboy has labelled my move "don't pull a Linda on us". But I did arrange for these meet ups. Take that Hupsengboy, now go away from my blog.

I don't really want to talk about my weekend. There's nothing much to it. Would love to get out of the city. Why isn't there green in Malaysia? You know, where it is cooling, without cars. Starbucks is full. Inside anyway. Boring people. Now I want to head somewhere else. I'm already ranting.

I woke up in the morning to watch The Merry Men. Or something like that. Then I watched Kardashians. Khloe's wedding. They are a bunch of tuning out bimbos. I like that. It's nice to waste the time away.

There's a sofa opening up. She have bulldog face. And she's wearing a Hawaiian pink shorts with purple shirt. Let's talk about passerbys, no one walks on the streets in Malaysia accept if it is to get to their car. How sad's that? Actually its not sad. It is realistic. Check out our weather. What kind of people would you like to know? The ones who pretend their lives are roses and sunshine? Or the ones who create drama because they are just too bored for mundane? Or the one who is just not willing to open up and you label them as 'mysterious'. Or maybe the one who opens up when you catch them at the right time?

I'm a cheerful girl who's wings can't be clipped. Apparently I love my freedom too much.

I didn't say that.

I sugared my donut a lil too much. I don't like sticky stuff. How's sitting across a person whilst talking dirty? But over the net. Just saying.

The 3 girls by me, who's aged 4-7 owns an iPad each. Oh yes, I am inside now. wondering about the heat on the outside. Is this how California is like? Internet sucks. I finished my donut. I want another.

I see a rather cute girl here. She looks mixed. Cosy looking. And I see a forty year old man. With old black framed glasses with gold frame, in white singlet tucked into jeans. With a belt. Black belt. He's with a laptop. World have changed. A girl just walked in, in heels. WHO WEARS HEELS TO STARBUCKS? No she's not dressed up. I'm pretty sure her destination was Starbucks. A girl just talked to a guy at another table. They are students. They are with the cute girl too. He've an accent. He's not handsome. A tall guy is behind me. They serve jelly at Starbucks. Chris said jelly's made from flour. He probably never had cake. A woman keeps swaying left to right looking for something. And I just saw Tzia walking out with her boyfriend. No I didn't look at it. Oh sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have said that outloud. But let's keep this real.

All Starbucks worker try to speak with an accent. Why do they do that? A girl is biting a pen. She looks smart with rabbit teeth. Rabbits are smart aren't they?

I ran out of people to analyse. I can't wait for Thursday. The world will come to a halt. A lady is staring at me. Should I stare back? She looks like an aunty. Maybe she's my ex's mom. They do have the same bottom jaw. Not so pretty. Another woman who looks like my other ex's mom just walked in. Maybe all aunties look alike. But my mom don't. Not really. I know a few who don't look like aunties. Cool, we'll never look like typical aunties. I make sure I won't wear wannabe stuffs. Nah, I don't know what am I gonna wear when I grow old. Probably just iron my skin out. I will not look like Madonna. I see a giggly girl laughing. Oh wait, I think she's another blogger. *laughs* ohkay, why am I here? A guy is peeking at another women's document. Maybe someone is peeping at mine too. A lady with purple shirt? Come bang on my window.

I see too many iPads. The lady who look like my ex's mom, is in her 20s. Opps. Sorry. Compliments to the mom then. You sure look young. How do someone stop smoking? I'm writing my thoughts out. I just saw a bra in between those buttoned down shirt. I didn't see no boobs. Is that a bad thing?

I like Blackberry. The family beside me is a young family. They look perfect still. Maxi dresses. I wanted to me in one of those. But it's Starbucks. So I wore cosy clothes, ditching my sneakers. A guy who is sweating madly just walked in. I think he's preaching about the bible. No, you may not have a moment of my time. I had enough of religion issues lately.

Why can't everyone be like I am? Yes, in my own bubble of a world, all you have to do is, live life balanced. What matters is what you do now consciously. Not when you are dead! What if you are dead and you are really dead without heaven or hell but rotting into fertilizer? WHAT IF THAT happens? So why can't people just live the now life and not live based on how you would want your after life to be? Why can't people try to make THIS life comfortable and right? Why work so hard for an unknowing world? I suppose there's a need to believe in a higher power. Most people find religion when they have nowhere else to turn to, and religion is ALWAYS there for them. I find those, cowards. Look, you live your whole life being an idoit. Because you are such an idiot, everyone left you. Or you're about to die and you found religion. Aren't those people fake? Bullshit if you say it's remorse.

A new worker who just got into his shift is looking for something. I found a new guy to look at. Tall anorexic skinny. Not my type. A couple just walked in. Students. She's wearing a boyfriend shirt with shorts underneath so you cant see it. She's cute, but her boyfriend isn't. Hair issue.

Girls are into fashion these days. They aren't lalas anymore. Thank god. Asian Avenue is about to head to the gutter. Girls are too made up these days. Some even spend time to look not made up. But well, thanks for not being an eye sore.

I'm bored already. It's still hot outside. The cars are enjoying jamming up themselves. Families are being together on a Sunday. My tummy is hungry. A guy is sitting on two legged chair. He's gonna fall over. I promise I'll laugh.

Men are liars.

The end.

The Ang3line.

I have not mentioned Angeline's existence on this space before. Or have I? Ahh.. it's okay. You will remember her from today onwards. Trust me.

But before gettting there. We've got to build up.

- Angeline is a party girl. No boyfriend in arm please.
- Angeline bought her boyfriend a PS 3 for his birthday.
- Angeline can make awesome birthday cards.
- Angeline is very good at accounting.
- Angeline gets hungry often but do not eat much carbs.
- Angeline gets in early.
- Angeline make funny remarks. Sometimes it comes with a twist of pinch.
- Angeline is real cool.
- Angeline blogs about life lessons. That includes throwing stones at boys.
- Angeline is a movie buff. She's into gory stuff.
- Angeline takes the cake for being 'most photogenic'.

Meet Angeline


Here's a post on Angeline's Blog:

The Day the Penis asked for a Raise

I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:

I do physical labor.
I work at great depths.
I plunge headfirst into everything I do.
I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
I work in a damp environment.
I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation.
I work in high temperatures.
My work exposes me to contagious diseases.
Sincerely,
P. Niss

The Response:

Dear Penis:

After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the administration rejects your request for the following reasons:

You do not work 8 hours straight.
You fall asleep after brief work periods.
You do not always follow the orders of the management team.
You do not stay in your designated area and are often seen visiting other locations.
You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working.
You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift.
You don't always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the correct protective clothing.
You will retire well before you are 65.
You are unable to work double shifts.
You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed the assigned task.
And if that were not all, you have been seen constantly entering and exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.

Sincerely,
V. Gina.

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Angeline's boyfriend replied to her post:

Dear Ms V.Gina,

Thank you for taking the time to review my request. But in my defense, here is what i have to say:

- i do not work 8 hrs straight because you, Ms V.Gina is never around the office. In addition to that, we are being forced to take unpaid leave for a week because the office will be closed due to busted pipe, flooding the whole work area with red water.
- i think you have mistaken me for someone else. I don't fall asleep during work hours, it was my other colleague, Kukubird.
- i don't stay in one location not because i dont obey the management but because Ms B.J. Lips is asking for my help to train up Ms Palmers and her 5 new interns.
- Ms V.Gina, i believe it is the other way round. I am always easier to please and easy to get into the working mood (in like seconds). But you in the other hand, have the FOR3_PLAY.xls checklist to complete each time before i can start my work. So its best to skip it and get to work - time is gold :)
- Ms V.Gina, as i mentioned earlier, we work in a dark, hot and dangerous environment. So we have no other choice but to finish up quickly and get out; leaving the place in a mess. From an engineering point of view, i think best way to resolve this is to leave the mess with Ms. B.J Lips, as she is with the cleaning and maintenance crew. And sometimes we do not put on protective clothing, because you told us it wasn't necessary!
- I retire before 65 because starting from 60, the office is already so old and dusty, machines are all broken down and left 'hanging' that there is no way for me to find motivation to work anymore. I think it can be resolved by replacing management to give it a fresh young feel again.
- I don't work double but TRIPLE shift. At times, i have to even wake you up at 4am to get into the office.
- I did complete my assignment and task, i usually leave it with Ms BJ. Lips, Ms F.Ace or Ms. B.Elly. You can find my complete and finished report there. And sometimes if i forget, its always inside my protective pockets.
- the 2 bags that i always carry are my documents to help with work. It is important.

Sincerely,

Dr. P. Niss
BEng (Hons) Engineering in S.Ex Science

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Trust me, her life lessons are worth reading: Angeline's Blog

Quoting: Wai Ping aka Lemon Vodka Girl.

He even looks at her when they walk.

"Funny. How do we ultimately know? Is he the one who kisses you passionately in a crowded supermarket? The one who lies on the lawn with you on a sunny day? The one who gives you chill up your spine every time he glances at you? The one who says I love you always and forever?" - Pinky Tham

It's every 'us' dream.
That's the only way how 'us' would and could be 'us'.

Monday Morning.

Oh hi. It's Monday.

I'm terribly excited. No. Not because it is Monday. But for something else =D Okay leaving that bit alone. CHECK THIS OUT. *dies* (no shame) I've watched it at least 5 times.

The Song.

"Itsy Bitsy spider climbed up the water spout...

Sorry baby, I don't know any sleeping songs."

Indulge.

It's early in the morning.

It is a crime to be in office.

1) Tomorrow's a sad holiday (Whaa? You're telling me you are seeing Merdeka spirit everywhere?)
2) I got in before 8:30am.

My weekend was rather a sad one. Let's see what I did? I watched Grown Ups. It was alright. I try very hard to enjoy Men's Humour but at times I just don't get it. This was borderline. But oddly I did enjoy yesterday though.

Began horribly. My evil spoilt Spot barked like there's no tomorrow. So I HAD to get up. On a Sunday. Oh and my dear Kadazan + Nikilesh abandoned me through BBM for pork noodles cause my grandma landed in my house. Damned. Then my mom made me run away with her. We ended up shopping. It was really funny cause I made my mom ridicule herself. We thought it was funny though. Got back home. Dad dragged me to Klang though technically I wanted to go to the dentist. Stayed there for like an hour waiting for the damn dentist and the consultation was like 5 minutes or less. Lazy dentist. Then came all the way back, rolled around in bed.. had milk. And soon got ready for dinner. Yeah, in Klang.

Damn you Klang. It was a loooong birthday dinner *snooze* I took picture of the suckling pig cause I thought it looked amusing. I was feeling weird cause my grandma was there. Then had short coffee and then the night was just long.





They played this song on loop at least 10 times. And I thought the singer was really pretty. And yeah. Haha.. THAT WAS HARD WORK!

I didn't mean to blog what I just blogged. It doesn't even relate to the title. Ahh forget it. I no longer feel like it.

Tweetjack.

Do you know what's our office famous for?

Tweetjacking.

THE ones who don't ever get tweetjack would be, the 2 bosses (that is because they make it a habit to LOCK THEIR COMPS) and the tech team, because you probably don't wanna mess with the people behind the scenes.

Every now and then (now more than ever), you would see something funky on the twitterverse.

For example:
1) I eat magic mushrooms every Wednesday to grow tall.
2) Justin Bieber was a hot topic at one point.
3) I know gays were involved.

Anyway here's an example of tweetjack (stolen from Fresh =))



And here's what other people noticed:



It's really funny when you do it to someone.
But not really funny when you answer a call, which SO HAPPENS to be ringing ONLY on a line phone. And you are stuck there watching your twitter being raped. People laughing at your reaction. And you have to maintain your cool cause you are on the phone with a client. And this client decides to keep you on the phone for a full 10 mins. And all you CAN DO is throw EVERYTHING you can to stop them.

Thanks guys. *smacks dead*

Silence.

It's imploding when the one who matters most..

isn't right by here.

Reedit.

I wrote a previous post that included pictures that weren't suppose to be taken. I didn't know.

We maybe dysfunctional. But.. it was most surprising when there wasn't a dry eye as it got closer to sealing the coffin.

And they HAD to hire a band. *death stare* Playlist was the songs that he love of course. Think his (granddad) off-pitch voice's still ringing in our ears. But when this song came on...:

Oh yes he really did. He truly really did.

Anyway, here's what I have of the funeral now. I've to miss the 7th day well cause, duty calls. I must admit it is sad. Regardless of what he did TILL THE VERY DAMN LAST MINUTE.. he's still my granddad. The only one I know. The only one who weaved tales. The only one I grow up to learn the truth. The only one who I can't stand most of the time. The only one who gambled his fortune away. The only one who bragged about all of us to whoever had an ear. The only one who is the best poser in the world. The only one who lost all his teeth at 7. The only one who thought he would live forever. The only one with who could still charm a woman at 85. The only one who is making my memories of him go haywire. Regardless of how much  mess and secret we will unveil and deal with soon.. thank you for being around.


*i'm being forced feed at this moment* Will update with rest of pics soon.