Back from Shanghai...

... With a vengeance stomach virus.

6 in the company, with a dash of drama and a lot of drinking and eating.

2010 is a year quite filled with trips on my calendar.



I love it ;)

*Hiss*

"Good mor-------" *Sounds of air hissing, a throat-clearing cough, and more hissing*

I'm surprised the callers to my phone at work today have thusfar managed to decipher my Parseltongue, despite the fact that I got sniggered at by one of them.

*Hiss hiss hiss* Oh, I feel so sexy.

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Yep, I decided to pop by and wipe some virtual spiderwebs off this site since I have temporarily lost one of two manners of communication.

I have started a new position earlier this month, and its located at SGX Centre. So far, the location and environment and salary are nothing I will complain about :) Alas, nothing is perfect; They do not have enough headcounts at the moment, so I am lacking in some of the benefits.

Well, I'm sure all things work out in the end, so I'll just see how this goes.

So anyway, work aside, my social life has been rather status quo for the past few months, and I'm not sure why I'm not particular urgent about changing that, seeing that the number of guys I had gone out with during the last 3 years has been pathetically scarce, but I am.

I suppose it is because the disappearance of Strawberry since February had not only hurt a little, but also hit a sore spot - He was just like R, who started having doubts, and latched on to the out that I softheartedly present to them, and then disappeared without a trace.


It had hurt because... I thought they respected me.


Turns out, I'm just wrong as usual.


But I'm... me. And me being me, I've shrugged that off with a "Shit happens" and I'm now looking forward to the next encounter with a fiesty grin on my face.


Welcome... to JenxGeR's Most Excellent Adventures.

I DON'T believe it!

The second last time I lost my wallet, it was over 3 years ago, and amazingly enough, a construction worker was the one who picked it up, and he returned it personally to my home.

The last time I lost my BAG, it was last Saturday night, at a house party for a friend of a friend's birthday party. Someone went through our bags and picked mine.

With that in mind, who woulda thought I have any chance of retrieving it, when it was obviously not a spur of the moment thing but with that purpose in mind?

Then I had to drop my phone the other day and the LCD screen is now shot. All in all, with the stress from my new workplace(yes, I'm working for R right now), I thought I've had a really, really suay month, but NO, it's actually not that bad, after all!

SOMEONE MAILED MY BAG BACK TO ME!!! WITH ALL INTACT, BUT THE CASH! I'm flabbergasted. Speechless. And totally overjoyed.

Finally there's somebody up there who took pity on me and realise I've had a shitty enough life.

Thank you.  <3

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*

Have I told you lately...

...that I love you? That I hate my boss and manager? Sigh. My manager's getting on my last nerves. The "How come you never do this do that"s whenever something happens for one fucking time, never fails to make me clench my jaw in anger. But, until I land another job with similar pay and better environment, well, y'know, onwards and sideways.

So... I guess I should talk about my Strawberry lunch yesterday. A recent regular reader of mine *cough cough* wondered 'offhandedly' what I would write on my blog. *Rolls eyes*

Well, lunch was nice.

Okay fine, so lunch was more than nice, it was great, it was hot and it was yummy, but for once in my bloody life, I do not feel like sharing. Unfortunately, I have close girlfriends who have been spoilt by me sharing anything and everything that's happening in my life - The good, the bad, the wicked, so some of them have been pressing consistently for details this time. Too bad fellas, most of you won't get more than a "Yeah, thanks for asking, lunch was great."

Not sure what to make of it yet. Not sure what he makes of it yet. We'll just have to see.

My mind...

Is in a mess. There has been several occurrences that I would usually write about, like the appearance of Durian Durian, my scheduled Strawberry lunch next week, problems with Stumps in the office, but I've been so crazy busy recently - What with the diligent gymming, a busy period at work, and working at the Marina Bay Sands recruitment drive(see, I didn't even mention that) last weekend.

I'd summed up all my courage to approach Dennis Andreaci, the VP for Marina Bay Sands Casino, and handed him my application form(which, to my horror, I'd later discover that it was not filled up completely). I even approached Ken, the regional SVP, to introduce myself.

While I was talking to Ken, Dennis walked over and said to Ken that I applied for a position in Marketing. Ken then turned to me and said, "Don't worry, you've got the job." When I looked at him in disbelief, he smiled, and continued. "We're all out here on the floor at this event, looking to recruit people on the spot. So when we say you've got the job? You've got the job."

It was later confirmed to me by a guy working in the HR department, that Dennis and Ken always mean what they say. I honestly believe that, but unfortunately, I also know the vicious cycle of handing down instructions from the top.

They might really want to put me on trial in Marketing as a VIP host or the Players Club Representative, but the moment they hand down my application form to a subordinate - Perhaps an AVP, perhaps a Senior Manager, whoever - by the time it goes down to the right person who will be interviewing me and deciding my fate, the message would most prolly be lost along the way.

Adam offered to discreetly mention about my application if a chance arise, and while I still have my doubts, I'm feverently hoping against all hope. I have roughly 2 more weeks of crossing my fingers to do before I know its time to give up. And with the unexpected 7000 applicants turnup for the weekend event, I probably won't hear from MBS that soon, if at all.

I still wish to update about the bits and pieces of recent events, but that would prolly be placed on the backburner until 28th August, when I go on my 17 days Australia trip. :)

'Stumps-free' for more than 2 weeks. WOOHOO... I can't wait!

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.

A look at the day in the life of Jenx.

Yes yes, I've noticed that I did not draw a chair for myself. Lazy, lah.

Dried.

I'm sitting here, staring at my laptop, trying to think of ANYthing interesting to blog about after a night of sinful dinner at 7atenine and way too many bottles of beer at Howl at the Moon while nursing a persistent hangover from yesterday.

I have come to realise that my recent excessive drinking is concurrent with the meeting of Strawberry. I mean, I admit - I do drink like a fish usually, but it used to be limited to the usual Fridays, the occasional inclusion of Saturdays, and the rare weekday that I allow myself to indulge. And 90% of the time, it's just whiskey and tequila. But now? Looking at my credit card bill, I realised I've been drinking beer and whatnot every 2 days at the very least for the past month or so. Having thus decided to limit my drinking with forbearance in consideration of my liver and 'weight loss programme', and to abstain from alcohol for the next one week, AA meetings are still unwarranted.

Strawberry actually reads my blog. And I know I shouldn't be talking about how I've been drinking more since meeting him, 'cos the hell if I'm going to let him think that this two occurrences are entirely co-related, but fuck, I reckon he already thinks so. 

Anyhoo, today was the first time that he did not text me. Not that I'm surprised or particularly distressed, considering we had a sorta spat yesterday, what with him with the short end of patience after being stressed out at work, and me, frustrated over where the hell this thing is going, knowing full well that it will eventually end up nowhere. I suppose it will be a good thing if he opts to make that our final contact; I hate it that I gave him the unnecessary guilt, and lord knows, I carry enough of it for the both of us. Maybe its time to do the right thing and leave the poor guy alone. Maybe.

10 days since I last blogged. And I've been meaning to blog since 8 days ago, but unfortunately, my creative juices are all dried up. All I'm left with is... Well, moonshine, anyone?

In a daze.

Author's note: Yes, S. I know I mentioned him in my previous post but did not tell of how we met. Let's just say we met at Harry's last Wednesday and the rest is history.


I have been back from lunch with S for exactly one and a half hours, and I'm still dazing. When I got back in the office, I sat in the washroom and brushed my teeth for 10 whole minutes, dazing.

I moved on to some work, and I stood there staring at the newspaper articles, dazing. 10 minutes later I had to run off to one of our empty meeting rooms, sat down on the floor, leaned against the couch, dazing.

Right now I'm standing in for Sue Anne at the reception area temporarily, and I'm finding it hard to compose words at my usual speed. I'm still kind of dazing.

I'll be honest since we're all adults here(I think), there's only 2 syllabus running through my head right now -

HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT NEED NEED NEED NEED NEED.

And let me tell you this, it was just a simple lunch at Pierside and a short coffee at Starbucks. Nothing else. Bloody hell. It's like the invasion of the body snatchers and I'm turning into a pod person; I haven't been this affected in a long time. I mean, it's a whole different ball game as compared to A(whom, by the way, I heard isn't what he seemed).Well, you saw what I typed above.

Seriously. After whatever this is with S blows over(which I know it would), I am not going to know anymore new guy for the next few months. I can only take so much variants in my life!

Christ. Strawberry is very likely going to be the death of me.

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

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.
.
.
.

Christ. 30s.


I need a cigarette.

Predicament.

Thursday was...


It was a relatively simple lunch date. We went to the east to have lunch and chat, parked by the ECP to smoke and chat a lil more. I heard a few revelations that caught me off guard. Pleasant ones, of course.

I never knew that the man I'd always found charmingly handsome, had found me very attractive too, not to mention attracted to me enough to actually ask me out. I also never knew just sitting next to him in the car could feel... what's that word... right.

Too many ramifications, too many things at stake. For one, will A end up like H? Will I be able to prevent my emotions from joining the fray? Sigh. I don't know.

The angel on my right shoulder has been harping on me to back off, but the persistent devil on my left shoulder has had herself perched permanently on it, whispering her words of temptation into my ear, telling me to give this a go and see where it goes, even though deep down I know - Nothing good will ever, ever come out of it.

The taste of cigarettes and taste that was uniquely you, while being enveloped in a cloud of perfumed 'Eternity' air... Well, that one's gonna stick for awhile.


Thursday was... Well, Thursday was nice. More than nice.

It was fun but...

What's next, now? My mind is running through with a million and one scenarios.

Of course, there could be worse outcomes... But I certainly do not want to become your fubu.

I can't keep doing such things to myself or I'll slowly die inside(if my stupidity doesn't cause my death first).

I want to stay in my protective bubble - thank you very much- believing that one day, one day I can find someone who wants me. Who loves me. Who honestly wants to be with me. Not the constant flow of psychos and men who want to go wham bam thank you Jen!, and I end up becoming a men-hating cat lady living in a one-room flat in Toa Payoh, 30+ years down the road.


It has to be all or nothing, and despite how nice it would be, I know you can't and won't be the one giving it to me. Oh well.