Babysitting

Since when Caroline becoming a babysitter. Is she so desperate for more money till this stage??! OMG OMG OMG!

No lah. End of last month, there's actually a PIKOM PC Fair at KLCC Convention Center. My bb laptop KONG jo, and yet I'm so damn poor to get another new one so I "cheated" my brother to buy a mini notebook. Kakaka! He is in Singapore, meaning that I can use first till we met to pass the new bb we are getting to him. {Clever ni this Miss Caroline *wink wink*]

I called him up on the Saturday morning and shared this "business case" with him, out of my surprise, he said, OKAY! Checked out some models and we decided to get Toshiba NB200 chocolate color. Cio man!~ Though the price is much more expensive if comparing to other brands, but what we love the most is the "touchy" feeling the keypad gave and the design is really really cio!~


Hereby I do a quick summary on the specification for this model:

Toshiba NB200

Processor: Intel Atom N280 (1.66GHz)
Memory: 1GB RAM (We pay extra to upgrade it to 2GB RAM)
Graphics: Intel GMA950
Display: 10.1in display.
Storage: 160GB hard drive
Connectivity: WiFi 802.11b/g, 10/100 ethernet, Bluetooth 2.1
I/O ports: Three USB 2.0 ports, VGA output, microphone input, headphone output
Operating System: Microsoft Windows XP Home Edition
Battery: 3-cell (2,100mAh) lithium-ion
Other features: 3-in-1 flash card reader, built-in webcam
Dimensions (w x d x h): 26.3 x 19.2 x 2.5cm
Weight: 1.18kg

I used it for like one month time and I'm in love with this new bb. [used - means I had returned it to the owner, my brother. He ar, purposely travel to KL to get his bb from me :( ] When I first used it, kinda uncomfortable with the small size of the images and all that BUT after that I really attracted to its mobility. It really suits me, ON-THE-Go type :) I brought it to work with me the other day cause I was having a whole day meeting in Dutch Lady (my Client), and yet I got so many artworks that need to send to Client for approval, but I won't be going back office. HOW? HOW? HOW? Haha luckily I have this temporary bb for mine, I bring it together with me. He is so gorgeous that caught the attention of everybody, making me, the temporary mommy so proud of him.

And I'm telling myself, don't care! I'm going to get another one Toshiba NB200, chocolate color too. There are pink, white and blue but it looked ugly in those colors, what I think, hehe! I'm kinda gadget person, I need attention, any sort of attention and I believe my this gonna be again new bb is gonna draw all the attention for others to me *wink wink* [san san, sure will shouting this at me: BEH PAI SEH LAH U, BITCH!]

Alright, it's 6.27pm now, and it is Friday. There's a long weekend ahead waiting for me. And guess what, I'm going back to my home sweet home - ALOR STAR. One mission: get my uncle to sign his credit card paying for my new bb Hahaha! So mean!



Can't wait to see my cute little Qing Qing too ..

See you guys!

P/S: Oh ya, I had uploaded all my pictures of my trip to Penang for Idola Kecil 2 Audition two weeks ago. The link is http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=98096&id=533097551&l=92454a382e


Upcoming!
Finally Caroline had bought herself a new camera. I'm going to blog about it after I got back from my short break.

And and and, the "Häagen-Dazs® Story".


Okay, I really to call it off. Time to back and pack for my stuffs. Haha, YA, I haven't pack my stuffs and yet I still wasting my time here so that I can shorten my waiting time for my trip on 12am. Got to go, see you guys! Love you all! *muackkk*

Selamat Hari Merdeka!

爱情如风筝

... 不属于你的风筝，你就要把这根线交给另一双手。有时候，放弃并不是失去，它只是给彼此爱的机会，你没有力量放飞的风筝拼了老命硬扛，不亚于自虐，尽管是被一只花俏的风筝拖着，但对娇喘不息、香汗淋漓的你，一定不是什么好风景。爱情是两个人的事，琴瑟和谐才能出佳音，还是别累着自己为好。

有些人是生来就爱自由的，于是挣断了绳子，被风带得远远的，但是，离开了绳子的风筝，很快就会摔得鼻青脸肿。相爱中要做一个惜福的人，回头草就不好吃了，因为多数山头很快就会被别人占领，到时你哭得花枝乱颤也没用，这种自由的快感不试也罢。

风筝不是放在家里的观赏品，只有放飞在空中，它才是风筝。放风筝享受的是过程，结果不是最重要的。放风筝的过程也是一个交流的过程。爱情只有不断地有新鲜空气才不会变质，你看到关在黑屋子里的玫瑰开得如火如荼的吗？风筝可以飞的很高，爱情可以飘的很远，爱上了风筝爱情的人，是不是注定要和痛苦相伴？如果爱情是牵着风筝的线，那么风筝又是什么？

天南地北的两个人，在属于他们的爱情天空里，放着他们的风筝。他为了爱情付出，她为了爱情牺牲。两个人在一起，就像是风筝遇上了风，飞的好高好高，即使饱含着相思的痛苦，那也是快乐的。他想念着她，她也思念着他，就这样，距离产生出了美。让风筝在爱情的天空里翱翔。

风筝越飞越高，线断了，属于他们的风筝会随风飘荡。他们开始对他们的爱情有所怀疑。他付出了那么多，就像是牵着风筝的线一样，让风筝可以飞的很高很高，可是如果断了呢？那风筝将会不再属于我了。他痛苦着。。。他会一直等我吗？就像这线一样，牢牢的牵着我，不会再去牵第二个风筝了吗？她犹豫着。。。于是，属于他们的风筝开始在空中打转，摇摇欲坠。。。

靠着电话，写信这样的方式过了若干年。这些年中，他奋斗着他的事业，她努力的等他，在他们的世界里有过痛苦，有过欢笑，有过猜疑，也有过泪水，但更多的是一种相互的包容和信任。他们相信着只要共同努力，他们的风筝一定可以在爱情的天空里飞下去。等到他们再次相见的那一天，他们的爱情一定比现在更加成熟。

如果当初他们任凭风筝飞，那么牵着风筝的线早已断开；如果当初他们一直相互猜疑，没有从痛苦中挣扎出来，那么风筝也许早已坠地。爱情就如同放风筝一样,时而放开,时而收紧.需要的是两个人细心的经营.他们是用对爱情的坚持和对对方的信任去放着他们的爱情风筝。风筝爱情，究竟一个人是风筝，另一个人是牵着风筝的线，还是两个人都是线，去放着属于他们自己的风筝？...

Happy Birthday to LB!!

We are celebrating Leo Burnett's 74th Anniversary this year! And the theme for this year is "something different". Does it means no green apple? NO! We don't have fresh green apple but green apple cookies. Hehehe.



And yea! something different - we are steamboat-ing in the Bistro! Haha! BUT why don't we have something more creative?! Shabu Shabu with Sushi Bar (even more creative suggestion - can be convey belt that type)!



So sad, we used to have a big birthday party twice a year and now - ALL ONE SHOT!! Everyone will have one cupcake today.


And that's my yum yummy myy cupcake!



Last but not least, our traditional - ANG PAW!! In USD! But I'm not going to tell you how much it is, bluek!




Seriously, time flies. It was just like yesterday when we celebrated LB 73th Anniversary last year. It's been 18 months me with LB. And I love LB! I have so much of memories here, tears ... laugh ... everything. It's a mark in my life stages too.

Again, Happy Birthday to LB and all Leo Burnetters!! Sto lat~

what a sad "truth" ...

This afternoon, out of sudden, San San told me, if she is a GUY, "he" will not fall in love with me. Then, I asked Ken, my university close friend (now no more cause he is busy tackling siu mui mui in Seremban HAHAHA), he said the same thing too.

OMG so sad! Reasons given by them - one word, LAME! They said I looked "unstable", "flower heart", love to flirt around like nobody business ... BUT the truth is I'm not!! Wat me! F*cking god damn bad ar they two!

I'm actually very guai, why saying so, cause my life is so predictable. Everyday guai guai go work, after work, guai guai go home sleep, weekends also sleep sleep sleep, else series series series ... (so sad right, having such a boring life) And I'm very loyal to person I love too, which is a bit stupid & idiot, sometimes!

See so good. San San, still want to choose KX, don't want me?! But KX choose me wor, so our relationship is becoming jaring makanan like that ... which I think, yes, it is for love. Love, it is always like that, this guy love you but you love another guy, which the guy you like is actually like another girl ... so "jaring makanan" Hahaha!

Sorry, I guess Mandy is spreading the bullshit-ing virus to me ... So, it's just a lame post to tell everybody I'm still alive ;)

P/S: I will be going to Penang this weekend - holiday? Nope, for work. Sad right?! Weekend also work, that's my life ... sad sad sad ...

I think is time for me to put a full stop else this post is gonna be fu*king god damn lame! Hahaha!

Memories of Yasmin (Written by Indra Irwan)

It's been weeks Yasmin did left us. Just to share with you guys a meaningful speech given by our colleague during our get-together in studio after Yasmin's funeral on the Monday. It simply touched our heart and tears dropped like nobody business ...

For many people, when they think of Yasmin Ahmad, they think of the commercials and movies she has produced. Even though her body of work is undeniably wonderful, that is not what I think of when someone mentions Yasmin’s name.

I won’t claim that I know her that well, nor am I that close to her. A lot of other people knew her better and longer. But the beauty of Yasmin Ahmad is that you don’t have to be that close to her to know what kind of person she was.

Every time Yasmin comes into the office, she would be singing at the top of her lungs, not a care in her voice. When she passes the MD’s room, and sees him, she would shout “Ah Eng ah, Ah Eng!”. There was such bounce in her steps and we all looked at her with envy every time she goes lovey-dovey with her husband. She treated everyone equally nice, even the cleaners. She would joke with you, or play around with you, or at the very least she would be cordial with you, even if she doesn’t know you. You can come to her room at almost anytime, and just talk to her, and she would never turn you away.

In LB, we always talk about HumanKind. If there is ever a personification of the HumanKind spirit, it would be Yasmin Ahmad.

Yasmin was someone who was not afraid to stand up for what she believed in. No matter what people felt about her and her work, she just kept being herself. She was true to her faith and no one could tell her otherwise. And she was humble. If she was to hear us giving her all these praises, she would just rubbish it all and say she is nothing. Rather than be something, she would rather be nothing and at the same time a part of something bigger.

A couple of days before Yasmin fell ill, I approached her as I wanted to ask for her advice on a personal project that I was working on. She was busy and was doing her own work but she didn’t tell me to come back later. She just smiled and said “Sure!”, even though she didn’t have to. She took time and gave me some words of advice that I will remember for a long time.

I’m sure everyone has their very own special memory of Yasmin. It’s hard to believe that we won’t be able to have more of those memories. I’m even half-expecting her to just come into the office again, singing for all to hear. The way she has affected our lives, whether directly or indirectly, is incredible. Even the Bangladeshi guy from the sundry shop downstairs of our office was at her funeral, proof that she made a difference to a lot of people.

But to me, she is not really gone. She still lives on inside us. With every kind gesture, with every joyous laughter, with every sincere smile, with every joke she made, Yasmin lives in our memories. Her philosophies, her way of seeing things, all have left a mark in our souls. And she will continue to live on in every one of us as long as we make an effort to be more like her. Instead of mourning her passing, we should celebrate her life and the way she lived her life. We should continue carrying the messages that she has been trying to deliver all these years. We should be as caring and compassionate as her. We should strive to give the best in whatever we do just like her. But most importantly, we should live life like Yasmin Ahmad did.

-Indra Irwan Mohd Sari-