(Han) Solo drinkers

At E.Pachi supporting Ni, since I wanted a drink anyway. There's this one other guy who's also at the al fresco area right now, and we're both solo.

I'm drinking alone because I hate to be home and face the hostility - I wonder what's his story?

Something frivolous to muse over.  I often find solidarity in fellow lone drinkers; there is always a story.

Maybe I should have become a bartender. They get the most interesting stories of them all.

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Editor's note, 8.58pm: Ah, so he's not flying solo like me, his girl friends were just really late. Oh well.

Australia, HERE I COME!

Author's note: It would be over a month that Strawberry and I not meet up by the time I get back from down under; I wonder what would happen then? Is it me or is this gradually fading away after the deed has finally been done? Oh well. We'll see. 

 

Oh and, HE chatted with me on FaceBook yesterday. Unbelievable. Said he might have a position for me at his current employment and that we'll discuss it when I get back in Singapore. I can imagine what would happen if we work together at the same place though...

*Grins* 

Counting down to my flight in exactly 18 hours.

I will be down under with Amanda, joining Apple, who is finishing her last semester at NSW in Sydney, with a short holiday-within-a-holiday to Melbourne on 5th Sept till the 9th, bunking over at my friend's - Yi Jun - place.

S.E.V.E.N.T.E.E.N freaking days. I should get a PSP to accompany my journey! Unfortunately, I don't have enough moolah :( It's through the aid of my family that I'd scramble enough to finance my expenses there, as it is. Have some savings tied up with 2 close friends, one of which has way too much family obligations and bills to pay, and one just lost her job a few days ago.

I think I'm going to be broke for a long time :) Time for a job hunt when I return, but for now, I'ma continue partying like a rockstar.

*Grins*

Oopsy daisy...

Oopsy daisy last night... But we kinda saw that coming, so yea *shrugs*.

Losing contact with Strawberry :( Was it because of the lunch we had? Sigh.

Too much to think on a Saturday morning. Can't type well with acrylic nails anyway. Heading off to bed, good 'night', me lovelies.

P.S: I'm STUMPS-FREE FOREVER! Yes, I've finally left my job at SS. Without a firm job lined up. But hallelujah! I'm glad to be seeing the last of him as my boss. *Crosses fingers for her Marina Bay Sands interview result*

One thing for sure that's not gonna happen again is

... 04:05:06, 07/08/09. Or hey, even 12:34:56pm, 07/08/09.


Lol. Passed those times by while, what, sleeping, and riding the elevator down to buy lunch?

Pfft, so anti-climatic.

Muahaha!

My Big Mac (my very unoriginal nickname for my macbook) died on me this morning. It's been facing the 0 KB available error due to uncleared var/log files (which I will get to, soon) - I couldn't save any history, download any new applications, or even copy and paste wordings, and it would jam on me everytime I leave it on overnight.

So yea, it died on me earlier this morning, and refused to 'wake up'. I brought him into the office to google up on how to fix it - To no avail. I then returned home and laboured on on my niece's antique hand-me-down desktop to research on possible resuscitation procedures despite having a few drinks in my tummy after meeting up with Strawberry(yes, he has just returned from Rome Tuesday morning, managed to read my blog updates, and then tease me about it. That arse! *Grumbles* If he wasn't so god-damned hot...). 

Therefore, after 3.5hours of almost undivided attention, I've managed to reset my root password in verbose and single user mode, as my own user account was somehow deleted, blah blah blah, i.e: I've fixed my Big Mac, all on my own!!!

I've been walking around the house with the macbook in one hand and another on my waist, laughing that maniacal 'MUAH-HA-HA' laughter.

MUAHAHAHA!

Yeah, I'm feeling fuckin' smug and proud of myself, because I won't have to spend god-knows how much money at the Apple 'ER' Centre tomorrow.

WOOHOO! Bow to your almighty genius that is JenxGeR!

*Blinks*

Right then, the self-congratulatory egoistic speech is over. Now that I've managed to save my Big Mac from crashing, its my turn to crash. *Yawns* I'll leave the sticky topic of Strawberry to another night... And hopefully find the time to tell you guys about Durian Durian.

:) Ta, nighty night all.

Bloody hell.

Was walking through the underground to the MRT station yesterday, and I ended up walking behind a guy in a white shirt. Just about as tall, a lil more lean than you, and even the same hair colour, with bits of grey in it.

Passed him by and hmm. Even with similar accents. I kinda missed you quite badly at that very moment.

And then today, as I was riding the lift down my office building, I inevitably glanced at some man punching away on his Blackberry, - and what's with you guys saving your wives' full name in the contact list, anyway?! - apparently sending a text to his wife about the cooking time for the chicken and potatoes in the oven - He called her 'babes'.

Reminded me of him.

I know I shouldn't be typing all these, as I'm sure you'll read this one of the days after you're back from your Rome trip, but I made a pact with myself a couple of years ago - I'm done being restricted about what I can or cannot write on my blog. All I will concede to, is keep the person-in-question anonymous. 

Blah, this sucks.

Advices for us women to live by.

1. Aspire to be Barbie - the bitch has everything.

2. If the shoe fits - buy them in every color.

3. Take life with a pinch of salt... A wedge of lime, and a shot of tequila.

4. In need of a support group? - Cocktail hour with the girls!

5. Go on the 30 day diet. (I'm on it and so far I've lost 15 days).

6. When life gets you down - just put on your big girl panties and deal with it.

7. Let your greatest fear be that there is no PMS and this is just your personality.

8. I know I'm in my own little world, but it's ok. They know me here.

9. Lead me not into temptation, I can find it myself.

10. Don't get your knickers in a knot; it solves nothing and makes you walk funny.

11. When life gives you lemons in 2009 - turn it into lemonade then mix it with vodka.

12. Remember wherever there is a good looking; sweet, single or married man there is some woman tired of his bullshit!

13. Keep your chin up, only the first 40 years of parenthood are the hardest.

14. If it has Tyres or Testicles know that it's gonna give you trouble.

15. By the time a women realizes her mother was right, she has a daughter who thinks she's wrong.

The audacity!

I've just spent over an hour arguing with 2 colleagues and 1 friend over the hotness that is Gale Harold. (Yes, I have too much time on my hands - Both my boss and manager are not around for the rest of the week.☺)

The comments varied from "Not hot lah" to "Er ok lor" to "Okay lah, quite hot". Sigh. Seriously. How can anyone doubt that my God is hot AND cute?




Tsk. The audacity. *Shakes her fist at the general public like an old granny waving her umbrella*

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

The dating scene...

is something I don't excel at.

Yes, I might be rather efficient in keeping an intelligent conversation with men, but I'm not very experienced in dating.

I have went out on a few dinner/movie dates with a few men over the years, but I was with my ex-boyfriend for 5 years, between the glorious age of 17 - 22. I mean, my first puppy love was when I was 14 years old, and I have had a few 'boyfriends' between then whom I have barely dated. So, to actually go out with someone who's neither a girlfriend nor my boyfriend, and as an adult?

No, I'm not that experienced at all.

Remember my previous post about going for a drink/casual date with a guy? Well, that went splat. I am still trying not to wince at some bad decisions made... *Grimaces* Moving oonnnnn.


I have another lunch date set for this Thursday, where I happened to have taken the afternoon off in anticipation of my dear Li Ting's birthday celebration at Orchard Scotts Residences.

(HAPPY 24TH TING!!! I'll join you in 24th-dom in October, lol.)

I've always found... (Let's call him L.) L handsome, confident yet humble, and charming... Have I mentioned I have a thing (one of many) for men who look sharpish in an executive suit? *Sigh* Well, he used to be the topic of conversations and countless fantasies, but now he will actually be picking me up for lunch.

Of course, it might just be a simple lunch and all possibilities; the what-ifs and could-it-be?! are purely allegations cooked up by my overactive mind, but there's too many factors at stake in this simple lunch date that I'm not at liberty to reveal yet.


Well then, let just see how it goes... *Crosses fingers*


OH! And on an completely unrelated sidenote, anyone knows where to get chio 3.5inch/4inch sandals or pumps that can come in size 9? My ridiculously tall heels have all went to chio shoes heaven. :(

Hopefully, a year of anticipations...

Do you know what this picture means?

It means, I CAN PLAY MY GUITAR NOW! Well yeah, I've always had the option of just cutting my fingernails and play my god-damn guitar, but I've finally did it yesterday. It's about time to brush the dust off my Artemis.

Anyway...



Yes. Fina-fucking-lly.

The problem is, I'd only heard about the Amway trip to Las Vegas after the registration was closed, because, as my upline told me, "'Cos this trip will be abit expensive... So it's more for those who really want to learn. If not waste money.'"

I was a little pissed off hearing that... Yes I know, I haven't been to class - But that doesn't mean I intend to stop buying products or that I would learn shit from the trip just because I've stopped going to class. The leaders' teachings are inspirational and it always makes me feel more hopeful about my future. I might have shelved my Amway ambitions for the moment, but I'm not about to give it up totally. If not, why the fuck did I renew my membership when I've stopped going to class?!

I hate it when there's new stuff and I hear nuts about it from my upline aka longtime friend. What harm is there to update me once in awhile instead of dropping off the face of the earth and totally losing contact until recently? Do you know how I felt during the month plus that we went totally incommunicado, when our offices are just opposite one another?

I know I'm selfish and self-centered to let this flatulent anger boil within me, but, all I want is to feel like I'm really a 'baobei'.

Anywayyyyy. I've decided. If registrations are indeed closed and they can't squeeze my name in, or they feel that I might not appreciate this opportunity(mind you, we are paying our own way, but nonetheless), I'll still be making my way down to US, even if it's not to attend the seminar that I was looking forward to.

*Takes a deep calming breath, and cools down*


I'm going, with or without the class, and that's final.


Author's update, later into the day: Hmm. Apparently, one would need to attend every single class till we set off for Vegas, to qualify for going. I suppose I would have been alright if I was told when the schedule first came out; I would have seriously considered making the effort to go to every single class but... Now, hearing it like that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. So what about the new friends who would want to attend? *Shrugs* I guess I'll be braving U.S of A on my lonesome.

Motley Crue in Singapore.

Author's note: Stupid fucking dumbass Ricky from Kumpufuckinlan strikes again. Our email correspondence:

Ricky: We have 8mm width rubber bands.
Me: I need 0.2cm width rubber bands instead, we don't need the 0.8cm thick ones. Do you have it?
Ricky: Width is 8mm.

DUMBASS! 8MM and 0.8CM; WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE? YOU FUCKING BRAINLESS PIECE OF SHIT.


Yes, can you believe it?! SINGAPORE, actually had Mötley Crüe stop by for a 1 night only concert. The only other Asia country they will be at, is fucking Japan.

They didn't stop at Malaysia, Philipines, or Taiwan whatever. Not even Australia, who is so near us.

Holy hell. It was one god-damn awesome concert that was worth every buck (ticket prices were around $125-$160), especially when I got to see it for free. And most importantly, not have to queue. Friends who know me, would also know that I LOVE heavy metal and rock music, especially those from the late 70's to 80's. (AC/DC, Megadeth, Pantera, Rob Zombie, Kid Rock, The Who, The Clash, Sex Pistols, etc)

Naturally, the concert was like Heaven to me.


Sigh. Yes. This is the result of a 3.2mega pixel Sony Ericsson phone taken about 200m away. Can't see shit. I miss my Viewty :(.


Thank you Nigel. :D First you let me meet Glenn Ong, then I met the musicians from the American Idol and Rockstar Supernova housebands, and now I got to see Mötley Crüe... OMG!!!

We had the free flow drinks going on for us, but it didn't take long for us to go crazy. The anticipation of seeing them and finally doing so, made us HIGH enough! Basically I went crazy when they played AC/DC's Hells Bells on the speakers to cover the sounds of their sound check. Lmao.


If you did not make it to the concert, well... TOO BAD.

HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT!!!

You've unfortunately missed out on the hottest bassist alive - Nikki Sixx, the seemingly harmless but charming vocalist - Vince Neil, Mick Mars whose guitar skills I respect almost as much as I worship Angus Young's, and Tommy Lee, the eternal bad boy who drives fans wild.




I mean, I'm talking about Mötley Crüe... Do I really need to explain further? I don't think so.

HELL YEAH!!!