Mmm... Something's up. I've been given practically no work ever since last Monday, except the occasional small errands to check things out.
Basically, I've been sending out an average of 4 emails per day, 2 of which just are to my executive to enquire on some stuff. I send out a courier package every other day, and idly peruse the stationery inventory sporadically.
Other than that, I blog, I surf, I read fanfics online, I listen to my mp3s on the PC. Too bad that I'm working in a bank; If I have Facebook, I would say my entertainment is completed.
And I collect a $2k+ salary for doing just that. Envy? :P
Admittedly though, I don't really like this situation. My superiors ought to know there's nothing much I have to do recently. Even though our culture is that they don't fire people unless we've done something that is against the Company's policy, I can't help but worry over my probation.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Detox Programme - 1 week mark.
Yea baby yea... This is my 7th day of detox :) Exactly 7 more days to go!
I'm able to feel a change in me already; More spry, more healthy, and I've lost some weight (Unless my form-fitting top has loosen).
I'm a tad disappointed in my weight loss progress, but those who have went through the programme told me that the results usually are more obvious during the 2nd week of detox... So I'm keeping my fingers crossed!
Tonight, I'm gonna pamper myself to a night at Clarke Quay. I'll be drinkless and dead sober, yes. But at least I know I'm strong enough to abstain and resist temptation.
Have a good weekend, people!
I'm able to feel a change in me already; More spry, more healthy, and I've lost some weight (Unless my form-fitting top has loosen).
I'm a tad disappointed in my weight loss progress, but those who have went through the programme told me that the results usually are more obvious during the 2nd week of detox... So I'm keeping my fingers crossed!
Tonight, I'm gonna pamper myself to a night at Clarke Quay. I'll be drinkless and dead sober, yes. But at least I know I'm strong enough to abstain and resist temptation.
Have a good weekend, people!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Detox
It's already my 5th day of detox... The pessimist in me would say that there's 9 more days to go, but I am still proud to say I've made it this far.
I'm feeling quite horribly nauseous now, as the detox will trigger past ailments and try to heal them, so when they do, you'll have to bear with some painful symptoms. I had my backache and peekaboo kidney pains, a couple of days ago.
Well at least, I'm delighted that my skin condition seemed to have vastly improved all on its own, bowel movements are much more smooth, and I do think I've slimmed down a lil.
I'm just 1/3 done with my detox, so who's to say the pros won't double its effects, or even triple? Moreover, I want to show it some people that I CAN DO IT.
Please gimme some verbal or mental support... I reckon I need it desperately much :D
I'm feeling quite horribly nauseous now, as the detox will trigger past ailments and try to heal them, so when they do, you'll have to bear with some painful symptoms. I had my backache and peekaboo kidney pains, a couple of days ago.
Well at least, I'm delighted that my skin condition seemed to have vastly improved all on its own, bowel movements are much more smooth, and I do think I've slimmed down a lil.
I'm just 1/3 done with my detox, so who's to say the pros won't double its effects, or even triple? Moreover, I want to show it some people that I CAN DO IT.
Please gimme some verbal or mental support... I reckon I need it desperately much :D
Friday, June 20, 2008
Sparks...
Just something that came into mind when I was chatting with Jasmine.
Sparks... Not just the place we first met in *grins*, it was also there in our 5 years together.
When I said sparks, I didn't mean it simply being the sparks flying and the intense chemistry, but also sparks that could ignite gunpowder.
Anger and passion, that we had plenty, no matter how deluded your memory of our relationship is now.
I remember very well...
We did love each other terribly much, even though you now say that you apparently never stopped loving her.
I looked so different 5 1/2 years ago *grins*.
No worries, I'm reminiscing about our times together as a memory, is all. I would never give up what I've experienced in the past 10 months. =)
Sparks... Not just the place we first met in *grins*, it was also there in our 5 years together.
When I said sparks, I didn't mean it simply being the sparks flying and the intense chemistry, but also sparks that could ignite gunpowder.
Anger and passion, that we had plenty, no matter how deluded your memory of our relationship is now.
I remember very well...
We did love each other terribly much, even though you now say that you apparently never stopped loving her.
I looked so different 5 1/2 years ago *grins*.
No worries, I'm reminiscing about our times together as a memory, is all. I would never give up what I've experienced in the past 10 months. =)
Major rant on customer service.
Okay, allow me to do some major ranting in this post. You are forewarned that there will be vulgarities that may hurt your bloody fucking sensitivities, so don't read on if you don't want your eyes to be further abused.
What is the matter with our customer service nowadays? Being from a background where I've been in the customer service industry since my first job, I was fucking annoyed and pissed off within the span of 2 weeks by 2 different companies.
First off, when I was trying to search for a muthafucking service apartment for one of the heads and when I've finally found 1 that suited his fucking requirements, I called valuefuckingstay.com.sg only for their "customer service" lady Catherine and apartment viewing guy Kelvin, talk to me as if I'm an insignificant snit that was not worthy of their time. I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO BE THE ONE TALKING CORDIALLY WHILE YOU HUFF AND PUFF IMPATIENTLY!
THEN, our company's stationery supplier, Kumpukamlan, mistook my order of 1 box, to 1 large box computing to 12x of what I ordered.
So I called them up to enquire, and I told him that I'll be mainly taking care of our inventory now, and I've made an order for 1 box before, and I HAD received 1 single box as ordered. And do you know what he told me?
"I don't know about you arh, but as per State Street side the instructions hor, they don't order 1 pathetic box, they will usually 1 big box consisting of 12. Not 1 pathetic box."
FUCK YOU! My orders very pathetic, HAR? I bloody called you stating I am Jennifer calling from State Street, what the fuck do you mean as per State Street's instructions? CHEEBYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
ARGH. Those sodding gits can kiss my arse. Fucking pissed off.
What is the matter with our customer service nowadays? Being from a background where I've been in the customer service industry since my first job, I was fucking annoyed and pissed off within the span of 2 weeks by 2 different companies.
First off, when I was trying to search for a muthafucking service apartment for one of the heads and when I've finally found 1 that suited his fucking requirements, I called valuefuckingstay.com.sg only for their "customer service" lady Catherine and apartment viewing guy Kelvin, talk to me as if I'm an insignificant snit that was not worthy of their time. I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO BE THE ONE TALKING CORDIALLY WHILE YOU HUFF AND PUFF IMPATIENTLY!
THEN, our company's stationery supplier, Kumpukamlan, mistook my order of 1 box, to 1 large box computing to 12x of what I ordered.
So I called them up to enquire, and I told him that I'll be mainly taking care of our inventory now, and I've made an order for 1 box before, and I HAD received 1 single box as ordered. And do you know what he told me?
"I don't know about you arh, but as per State Street side the instructions hor, they don't order 1 pathetic box, they will usually 1 big box consisting of 12. Not 1 pathetic box."
FUCK YOU! My orders very pathetic, HAR? I bloody called you stating I am Jennifer calling from State Street, what the fuck do you mean as per State Street's instructions? CHEEBYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
ARGH. Those sodding gits can kiss my arse. Fucking pissed off.
14 days Detox
Further testament that I might start blogging regularly again, is this update. Heh.
Well anyway, it's only a short note, barely enough to suffice as a real post, but I just wanna declare that I'm finally going to start my detox programme w.e.f. 21st June 2008!
I think the first time I'd said I wanted to do it, was before CNY... Now that is long ago. Glad I've came up to scratch now, but God's Teeth, I need strong will to resist the temptation of cigarettes, snackings, and my favourite drinks(of both the alcoholic and non-alcoholic kind).
Tonight's my last night of 'freedom' before I go into a 'peaceful seclusion'(I will not be clubbing, simply put) for 2 weeks, and resurface a brand new me.
People of the world, beware!
Well anyway, it's only a short note, barely enough to suffice as a real post, but I just wanna declare that I'm finally going to start my detox programme w.e.f. 21st June 2008!
I think the first time I'd said I wanted to do it, was before CNY... Now that is long ago. Glad I've came up to scratch now, but God's Teeth, I need strong will to resist the temptation of cigarettes, snackings, and my favourite drinks(of both the alcoholic and non-alcoholic kind).
Tonight's my last night of 'freedom' before I go into a 'peaceful seclusion'(I will not be clubbing, simply put) for 2 weeks, and resurface a brand new me.
People of the world, beware!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Awakenings.
Author's sidenotes: Yes, I've finally changed the layout to a much simpler, bugfree one. Hooray!
*Touches keyboard awkwardly* Well ok, it's not as if I don't touch it every single day at work, but to blog? *Shakes head* Can't say I'm used to it anymore. I'm a lil... afraid.
These months past, I've gotten used to bottling my emotions inside me once again, that when they threaten to spill over, I usually direct them to an, more often than not, unhealthy outlet.
So yeah, even though the words now come easily to me as if I've never stopped blogging, I'm afraid. Petrified even, that my emotions might betray me, make me feel exposed, vulnerable.
I'd prefer to do without that particular piece of emotion.
What drove me to writing in particular today, was the foolishness of Man. How is it that God created Man who generally (not all, per se; I meant generally) only cherish what they've lost and can't have?
When it all boils down to a choice between what they've lost and what they can't have, Man, whose curiosity are piqued, will be more desirous of what they can't have; a toy that slipped past their fingers and noticed again when dangled infront of them.
And why is it that the sands of Time tend to lend a fairytale-like touch to a faded, distant memory?
I guess there's definitely two sides of a coin to mull over.
Through a series of events in my momentus life, I'd learnt to never take affairs of the heart for granted anymore.
Yet, albeit having tasted the sweetest drop of ambrosia that only Love can provide, I'd also ridden the dark unrelenting storm of depression and anguish.
I barely lived to tell the tale; My battle armour torn and tattered, damages irreparable.
Those experiences were what made me a coward who plead for Love to favour me with another opportunity at its ambrosia, but also afraid to fight for it.
In the past, I would step into Love's battlefield with my sword drawn from its sheath, the moment wedging a warcry out of me, but now, once the enemies appear, I would thrust my sword into the sand and get knocked down to my knees.
Past wounds and battle scars have affected me too greatly to revive the fervour I used to possess, yet the allure of charging back into the battlefield in search of that... something, is undeniable.
Yes, you could say I've at least ventured a try, but did that make me any different from the unappreciative Man I've described above?
No... We're all just fools for love. I'm still searching for that something to light up my path.
"…The heavens, as troubled with man’s act, Threatens his bloody stage: by the clock ‘t is day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp. Is ‘t night’s predominance, or the day’s shame, That darkness does the face of earth entomb, When living light should kiss it?"
P.S: By the way, to the person who requested me to change my MSN tagline if it was on him, to which I had to lie partially through my teeth(it was about him and also another man) to say it wasn't, here's this: I AM a better woman without you! :D
*Touches keyboard awkwardly* Well ok, it's not as if I don't touch it every single day at work, but to blog? *Shakes head* Can't say I'm used to it anymore. I'm a lil... afraid.
These months past, I've gotten used to bottling my emotions inside me once again, that when they threaten to spill over, I usually direct them to an, more often than not, unhealthy outlet.
So yeah, even though the words now come easily to me as if I've never stopped blogging, I'm afraid. Petrified even, that my emotions might betray me, make me feel exposed, vulnerable.
I'd prefer to do without that particular piece of emotion.
What drove me to writing in particular today, was the foolishness of Man. How is it that God created Man who generally (not all, per se; I meant generally) only cherish what they've lost and can't have?
When it all boils down to a choice between what they've lost and what they can't have, Man, whose curiosity are piqued, will be more desirous of what they can't have; a toy that slipped past their fingers and noticed again when dangled infront of them.
And why is it that the sands of Time tend to lend a fairytale-like touch to a faded, distant memory?
I guess there's definitely two sides of a coin to mull over.
Through a series of events in my momentus life, I'd learnt to never take affairs of the heart for granted anymore.
Yet, albeit having tasted the sweetest drop of ambrosia that only Love can provide, I'd also ridden the dark unrelenting storm of depression and anguish.
I barely lived to tell the tale; My battle armour torn and tattered, damages irreparable.
Those experiences were what made me a coward who plead for Love to favour me with another opportunity at its ambrosia, but also afraid to fight for it.
In the past, I would step into Love's battlefield with my sword drawn from its sheath, the moment wedging a warcry out of me, but now, once the enemies appear, I would thrust my sword into the sand and get knocked down to my knees.
Past wounds and battle scars have affected me too greatly to revive the fervour I used to possess, yet the allure of charging back into the battlefield in search of that... something, is undeniable.
Yes, you could say I've at least ventured a try, but did that make me any different from the unappreciative Man I've described above?
No... We're all just fools for love. I'm still searching for that something to light up my path.
"…The heavens, as troubled with man’s act, Threatens his bloody stage: by the clock ‘t is day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp. Is ‘t night’s predominance, or the day’s shame, That darkness does the face of earth entomb, When living light should kiss it?"
P.S: By the way, to the person who requested me to change my MSN tagline if it was on him, to which I had to lie partially through my teeth(it was about him and also another man) to say it wasn't, here's this: I AM a better woman without you! :D
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