Marvel’s The Avengers.

As though The Avengers aren’t already made up of awesome nuff Superheroes…

but if I were to be one….

Imma instead volunteer my Jack Russell Terrier.

Meet…………

SUPERDOG!!!!!!!

His superhero vehicle?
Any moving vehicle.

His superhero power?
Puke, poop and pee simultaneously in any moving vehicle.

How is he going to save the world?
The 3 deadly combination of P’s can make cars immediately halt and passengers will voluntarily dash away from the vehicle. This calls for a deadly Jack Russell Terrier bomb. Place him anywhere, sway him, and tada..!!

Plus he’s pretty cute don’t you think so? Probably be the icon of world peace.

Oh and yes, I love Iron Man. I really really do.

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Safe to say:

That I may be a tad of a monkey. But you know, we are so stressed up and when we do have the time or sometimes we make time to loosen up a little. My usual nonsense would be blogging about my colleagues. Or throwing up a picture on Facebook with a comment and tagging everyone.

But this time, I may have went slightly further. XD
I must say it was incredibly fun. My heart was pounding, seriously!

I was inspired by this:


Then I saw a bored minion doing this:

And this happened: Pranks at the orange office. Please see Case Study 2.

Please note that KAREN MAYER WAS THE MAIN ACCOMPLICE!


Yay! Totally happy. Anyway my usual browse took me to this article/joke/prank. Do enjoy (Long, but worth EVERY bit):

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don’t take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don’t know.I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I’d forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered, saying “Hello.”I politely said, “This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?”Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear “Get the right f***ing number!” and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn’t believe that anyone could be so rude .

When I tracked down Robyn’s correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.After hanging up with her, I decided to call the ‘wrong’ number again.When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled “You’re an asshole!” and hung up.

I wrote his number down with the word ‘asshole’ next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I’d call him up and yell, “You’re an asshole!” It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic ‘asshole’ calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, “Hi,this is John Smith from the telephone company. I’m calling to see if you’re familiar with our Caller ID Program?”He yelled “NO!” and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, “That’s because you’re an asshole!” and hung up.

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking Spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I’d been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a “For Sale” sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had is number on speed dial,) I thought that I’d better call the BMW asshole, too.

I said, “Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?”He said, “Yes, it is.” I asked, “Can you tell me where I can see it?” He said, “Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax. It’s a yellow ranch, and the car’s parked right out in front.”

I asked, “What’s your name?” He said, “My name is Don Hansen,” I asked, “When’s a good time to catch you, Don?” He said, “I’m home every evening after five.”

I said, “Listen, Don, can I tell you something?”

He said, “Yes?”

I said, “Don, you’re an asshole!”

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.

Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.

Then I came up with an idea. I called asshole #1. He said, “Hello.” I said, “You’re an asshole!” (But I didn’t hang up.) He asked, “Are you still there?” I said, “Yeah,” He screamed, “Stop calling me,” I said, “Make me,” He asked, “Who are you?” I said, “My name is Don Hansen.” He said, “Yeah? Where do you live?” I said, “Asshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow ranch, I have a black Beamer parked in front.” He said, “I’m coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers.” I said, “Yeah, like I’m really scared, asshole,” and hung up.

Then I called Asshole #2. He said, “Hello?” I said, “Hello, asshole,” He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…” I said, “You’ll what?” He exclaimed, “I’ll kick your ass,” I answered, “Well, asshole, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right now.”

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.

Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax. I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.

NOW I feel much better. Anger management really does work.


Happy Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MANGO MARGARITAS HERE I COME~~~

Opps……….  I meant..

MANGO MARGARITASSSS HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The used-to-be Raven Haired Girl.

Meet Basi:


She is the inspiration behind SO FRIGGIN ALONE.

Fresh: Are you here to insult me more? Go away!
Me: Nooo, I’m sorry. It was an honest mistake. But a very funny one.
Fresh: Hahahahaha. Issokay la. It made me laugh too. YOU’RE STILL EVIL!
Me: I’m not!
Fresh: N***A pls!
Me: I ain’t black!
Fresh: Your HEART is black! And evil. Like a gorilla’s backside.
Me: Why are you racist to my heart?!

Fresh: HAHAHA Shit, I don’t have a comeback for that -_____-

*high fives*

Tweetjacking.

Hi readers! You know how you’ve heard of the fun at the orange office? Well, here’s a little peek of it.
“Fine print”: No, I don’t really head the ‘tweetjacks + pranks’.

Here at the Nuffnang/orange office, we constantly leave our comps unattended and unlocked. We did finally learnt not to do it, after a year. But anyhow, that is when we started this trend called “Tweetjacking”.  Alright, someone searched ‘How to tweetjack’. Let me guide you through the process.

First, you head to an unattended computer or phone, usually their Facebook/Twitter/MSN is left wide open. And………………………… all you’ve got to do is:

For Twitter (the origins of Tweetjacking) –

Amateur version: Engage conversation. Example: WTHELL! Did you guys noticed the black moon last night? Real examples: Tweetjack post

Professional version: Change the damn username.

For Facebook –

Amateur version: Status jack. Write something silly like:

Professional version: Go into Account Settings and switch their name (and political view).

And while you’re at it, change their picture and like ridiculous pages.

But when you are SUPER PRO: You could do a group thing:


For MSN –

Amateur version: Change username + status.

Professional version: GROUP SPAM CONFUSION! Same name, picture and font.

Target ONE

Target TWO

Good luck!!!!!!

Being lonely.

In this orange office, there’s a club called #forawhilealone. They are basically a group of single people that…:

– hangs out together and parties together.

The president of #forawhilealone:

Honestly, they’d been literally for a while alone. But Timoti, the president cooked up a fuss and formed a group -.- I love hanging out with them though. Funny loud witty bunch. But anyway, I stumbled upon a very interesting article. A sad nice story. You know how sometimes you would like to watch/read a nice sad story? Like Hachiko? Well this is about the loneliest whale in the world:


She/he sings alone at 52 hertz. Usually whales sing at 15 to 20 Hertz. Now because of this, no other whales could hear her/him. Sigh, this tone-deaf lonely whale have been alone for 19 years now (if he/she’s alive) They have been tracking her since year 1992).

My heart goes out to it. I would be oh so very sad.

Here’s the article: The loneliest whale in the world.

The big typo.

This post came about because I was so stressed out running campaign numbers all day long and reporting that I thought, alright, it is 5pm, time for a little browsing. So I did, that was when I found the whale article. AND thought of #forawhilealone club. I wanted to emphasis on what ‘REALLY BEING ALONE’ meant – the whale. Hence I thought the article should associate the club with the whale. So, it started off with asking Fresh for her picture. You see, out of the all the members of the club, Fresh hardly have pictures of herself, since she is always the one behind the lens (at least I was honest, straight up asked =P).

As usual, she suspected me of ‘up to no good’ deeds. But in the mean time she was getting me all excited about the ‘Up!’ house. Apparently Nat Geo built the house! The real thing.

Then she started making fun of how even my boyfriend asks me ‘What did I do’ when I said ‘I love you’. *rolleyes*

So as you can see, she was simultaneously scolding me about my post and telling me about the ‘Up!’ house. And I was checking out the link she passed and that was when:

I swear I meant to write ‘SO FRIGGIN AWESOME‘.

HOnest!

Anyway, the ‘Up!’ house: SO FRIGGIN AWESOME!

Being Pregnant.

If there is ONE thing I would LOVE to do is, get back at Nicholas Evil Chay.


Nicholas Evil Chay found it somewhat amusing that I was struggling to tie my loose ribbon on my dress – arching a little. And took that picture and sent it to the Nuffnang BBM group, labeling it ‘Linda is pregnant’.

*roll eyes*

But what was more amusing to him was that Judd, our Philippines counterpart colleague BBM-ed me:

Judd: You’re pregnant!! Congratulations!
Me: 😡 *smack*
Judd: Ehhhh you’re not??? Sorry! Hahahahahahaha shit
Me: WHY WOULD I BE PREGNANT?!
Judd: It’s all Nic’s fault
Me: …………….. *IGNORES*
Judd: Don’t be mad! I’m really sorry. I just thought that Nic said that, then I remembered you’re on a long vacation. So.. But it’s an honest mistake I swear. Sorry? *embarrassed smiley*

NICHOLAS EVIL CHAY! *strangles*

You all MUST understand. Angie could make a princess hair, wear Chanel earrings, have a chic fashion sense, pulls out a Prada purse and a slings a Coach handbag..

BUT SHE WILL NEVER EVER DITCH HER FLIPFLOPS.

Maybe Prada made it.

For your perusal: Angie Flops Again.

True Story. NEVER EVER.

Angeline 3.

*updated*

Miss Angeline? Well she’s back!

We had pillar meetings the other day. Pillar meeting is where, in teams supposedly, present on what they have done the past year and what are their new plans for the next half a year. And the best team presentation, which is broken down into – deck design, recap and new ideas, would win a prize. Angie’s in the Finance department (see my minion’s so powerful, I select well). Karen (my other minion who looks like an Egyptian now – in a good way), Sara and Jacqkie are in the Ad Ops team. Ad Ops are the ones who build the campaign, ie: banners and sponsored posts. All in all, they won. Total team spirit rules!! Wtheck, I’m not suppose to rejoice in their winning.

The reaction by Angie:


Doing a Sara means – stealing limelight. We have experienced many incidents of her shoving us into the shadows and soaking the sun. *shakes head in disappointment* Hahahahhaa.. kidding, well not really, but it ain’t that harsh.

The good thing about having minions are – they are always on your side. Though mine a bit ridonkulous from time to time:

She taught me how to argue for a Chanel. =)

Oh, she’s partially into girls. I think it is a secret tip to get what she wants during her ‘weekends’.