Hello, Strawberry.

Author's note: There was Z the serial sms-er, and now I've got S, the maniac texter. I'm weeping for my pockets in anticipation of next month's phone bills.
Oh and, what's the deal with the sudden rare congregation of gorgeous/cute/irresistably charming men recently, when I'm at my most vulnerable?! I have a hard enough time trying to not ogle Justin in the office; You're killing me, Greg O'Sullivan. Thankfully you're only here for awhile...


- Still floating amidst clouds made by bad beer, Shiraz, good company, cute smiles, sexy smirks and some of the yummiest kisses I've had in a long while... Though the ones with A was about just as yummy. -

My colleague, Tiffany, said that she couldn't keep up with the names anymore, and told me to categorise them with fruits for better referencing. LOL.

So... Hello there, Strawberry. It was nice to meet you.

Star Trek.

FINALLY, I managed to catch Star Trek. For awhile I was worried I would have to download ehem I mean, buy the movie because it would be going off screen soon. Yay!

Now, I honestly can't say I am a hardcore Trekkie fan, but I've watched my fair share of Star Trek: Enterprise when I was younger. It was actually ST:E and Babylon 5 which inducted me into the world that is sci-fi, and made me the sci-fi geek that I am today.

I'd slowly gotten used to the cuteness that was Zachary Quinto after watching him on seasons of Heroes, so that was also the partial reason why I was so adamant on catching the movie on the big screen. He makes one good Spock; I'd dare say he overshine Chris Pine, the supposed hunk of the movie.

But... It was like watching Sylar donning on the blue Enterprise uniform, growing a pair of Vulcan ears and having a bad but totally adorable haircut.  While his lack of expressions is undisputedly more endearing than David Boreanaz, it was a little disconcerting. I understand that it was necessary for the role of Spock, but at least Nimoy somewhat added that lil bit of spunk to the character. STILL, the redeeming point was that the similarities between Nimoy!Spock and Zach!Spock was pretty fascinating. I didn't really know the storyline, but the moment Nimoy appeared(can't say I recognise him anymore), I immediately knew he was the older version of Zach!Spock. Kudos.

Well, I guess I'll just have to wait till Zachary's next movie or hit TV series to really know. I'll be watching you, cutie. :D 

For now, let's all go boldly where no man had gone before.

P.S: It was awesome to hear the sentence "Live long, and prosper" used again, but what happened to the exact sentence, "Beam me up, Scotty"?! It was THE rage on online forums about almost a decade ago, with everyone going either 'Over and out' or 'Beam me up, Scotty'. I still remember the smiley icon I always used. :)

P.P.S: Alright, I've just wiki-ed it. Oh well!

Jenx, the crappy serial dater.

So far, there's been H, A, A2, Z, and K who have asked me out. Not considering the one I was kind of seeing late last year that stretched till January this year.

ALL of them went somewhat ka-boom after the first date, well, at least the first or second. And it wasn't like I flunked them all; In fact, I've only flunked 2! Not too sure about K, since he was fairly recent - We were out on Friday night, but judging by how he's not texted me this couple of days, I think I know. *Wry smirk*

I'm a crappy serial dater :( Too coy with some, too prudish with others. So, yeah... I'd rather go back to my old status quo of not dating much and enjoy some peace and quiet.

Jenx, the crappy serial dater - Henceforth temporarily retired.

Twittering.

Yes, I've finally joined the land of the living - I'm offically one of the "Twitterers" now :D

Anyway, would I get slimed if I say I respect and agree with Dick Cheney? Most probably, but then again...

So?

TGIF in the month of Mayday mayhem.

Author's note: iGoogle is freakin' awesome. One-up on Google, nil to Microsoft.


Hey A,

So... You told him "hands off" when you got me to meet up your friend, Z, during the weekend you were busy with family, aye?

And apparently, your face fell when Z joked that he had ALOT of fun that night, hinting that he hooked up with someone willing? And you went straight into a tirade, pointing your finger at him, exclaiming, "I fucking told you, hands off!" before you got cut off by him reassuring you that he was merely joking.

Well, there could still be the possibility of you feeling responsible as a friend of mine; That you did not want me to be taken advantage of, but I choose not to see it so. I reckon... You were jealous. Like a lil boy with toys - It's not actually yours to play with, but you're definitely not willing to share.

Petty jealousy, yes. But I know now that the merest hint that of me hooking up with your friend got you all flustered, if not a lil pissed. I've got your number now, loverboy. Heh.

Finally, my comeupperance after YOU got me flustered and ultimately left me hanging... And I suppose that's all I would want from you, A. I have enough problems on my plate dealing with the D issues.(Yes, he has popped back into picture. Argh.)

So I guess this is goodbye.

x

Jen

A rock feels no pain and an island never cries...

Don't talk of love- well, I've heard the word before, it's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died; if I never loved I never would have cried, I am a rock, I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain and an island never cries.

No, I'm not being emo :P I just really liked the lyrics.

Clearing out the virtual spiderwebs.

Author's note: I have noticed that I have a bad habit of late. I would mention about stuff like this and that, but sometimes the matter will slip my mind and I will fail to update about them in the blog.
So anyway, H is a certified asswipe just like the French Canadian guy Glenn, who volunteerily promised to contact/talk soon, but still disappears on you. *Shrugs* I was pissed off, but not hurt.
As for A, we have mutually decided it was best that we put an end to whatever it was, before things got out of hand. I truly understood that it was for the best... But I still couldn't help the niggling "What if..."


Hello my dear blogders,

Yes, your blog mistress is back after a 2 weeks' hiatus. I suppose the mundane life of an administrator would drain any creative writing juices that one might possess lol.

Anyway, I came back with an update of my life - I have decided to go back to school next year. :)

Yes, you've heard me, Jen wants to study. Amazing, innit? But I do, I really do want to. I want to be able to do something with my life besides PA/administration, and I won't be able to without a cert.

And if I need a certificate, I'll be damned if I take a course I have no interest in.


Right now, I've trimmed down the list to 5 options:


1) Diploma in Media & Design (majoring in Advertising)

2) Diploma in Theatre,

3) Diploma in Journalism,

4) Diploma in Mass Communications,

5) Specialist Diploma in Applied Psychology.


Options 1 and 2 would be a throw-up between Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts or LaSalle; Any suggestions? Diploma in Journalism will be from Beacon University which, although my greatest interest IS journalism, the 'school' in Bugis doesn't look promising, much less the cert. that I will get from it. Diploma in Mass comm. or Psychology would be from MDIS, and the Dip. in Psychology will be from Raffles College. (I was advised against REC because the certificate would be useless as it's apparently not recognised by Singapore Psychological Society!)

Recently, I have been trudging through my life with balls and chains on my feet. More often than not, I wake up every morning asking myself, "What the fuck am I doing with my life? What the fuck am I doing at State Street?" Working as an office girl is not what I want or NEED.

It is not without trepidation for me to make this decision of going back to school. I would have to forsake a steady income for full-time studies, which will be a burden on my mum for the next 3 years. What if I fucking fail, again? I will be disappointing my mum and my friends who were always there for me despite my fuckups. AGAIN.

But I'm done with fucking up my life.

Psychology, and Criminal Justice & Legal were the first things I'd wanted so much to go into when I was growing up. Of course, that dream was shattered when I became a rebel during my teenage years and stopped caring about school, thus resulting in bad academic choices, and subsequently dropping out of NP. Afterwards, my dream evolved to studying in an US community college(I had my sight on Pasadena), and then stream into university after the first year, and major in English. There's so many subjects I am fascinated with... English, English Lit., Art History, Psychology, etc. Hell, I'll even take up Calculus if I am able to realise the dream. In brief, I'd much prefer the freedom to pick and choose whatever classes I want, just as long as I can manage the time, and have enough relative modules to credit for my major.

Alas, there was -is- this important factor that I cannot afford to overlook - Financing. My mother simply do not have the means to fund any overseas studies. I doubt my father will be willing to step up to plate.

Writing is my passion but acting and oral competence is what I feel I have a flair for. Combining these two would be a plus point for Advertising, and it will be a better choice for my career path. But like I said, taking up any of the courses would not be without trepidation, because:

i) I am quite worried about my proficiency in drawing. I'm okay with amateur sketching, but that's about it.

ii) I would be among 17 years old kids if I choose NAFA or LaSalle. *Shudders*

iii) Statistical analysis is heavy in Psychology. Business Statistics killed me in NP.

iv) Not to forget, there's also the fierce competition I will face by the time I finish my BA (hons) degree in my early 30s.
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Christ. 30s.


I need a cigarette.