Days down under.

3rd day in Sydney is winding down to a close. 

Night falls at 6ish every night, and it's pitch dark by about 7.30pm. Life's really slack around here, so it's still taking me quite awhile to get used to it. I'm pretty laid back, but there's a limit to how slow things are here. Thankfully, while some of the clubs I've been to have been disappointing, the bars are doing better. Prolly it's because you don't have to pay $25AUD to enter the establishment to find out that the crowd and music sucks. Heh.

I got back at 10pm after having fun in a gay bar called the Colombian Hotel. How awesome is that? Alot of shops along Oxford Street and George Street were closed by 3pm today, but Chi-Town was great - Felt like home! Food wasn't all that expensive as compared to other places in Sydney too. Managed to shop a lil despite my tight budget... Though I'm fearing for the remaining 14 days.

Oh well. We'll see what happens when we reach that road. Have 5 more days before we head down to Melbourne to bunk at my friend's. Woo hoo!

3rd day in Sydney is winding down to a close... It's times like this when in the solace of the night, I find myself awake, thinking about... All the little things. Nothing. Everything.

Good night.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The one woe about losing weight

Author's notes: *Gasp* Are these actually words or merely an illusion?! Yes, I'm typing my entry this time. Too fucking lazy to draw; I'm just an amateur, so those things take hours!


... Is that you'll lose your ass too.


Was out last night to No. 5 to meet up K (remember him?) whom I've not met in a couple of months, despite the mad cramps that's still killing me right now. We moved on to Howl at the Moon where he subtlely made a move on me and I was forced to reveal my mastery in tai ji and maneuvered myself out of the situation.

K is actually a nice guy; I'm comfortable hanging out with him and there's nothing in particular that I dislike, but unfortunately, I've got the vibe that he's prolly another of those wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am-ers whom I'm steering clear of.

So anyway, I went to look for Amanda at Azzucar afterwards, and I've gotten some compliments about my weight loss *Sunshine smile* but Terry said something that broke my heart.

"You look great now, but you've lost your butt. So don't lose anymore weight. Maybe you should try to gain about 1.5kg and keep it at that."


WHAT!
(Disclaimer: Terry's an angmoh, hence his judgment wasn't based on an asian's standard. I am still overweight.)


Bloody hell. I'm targetting to lose 7.5kg more/not stopping till my waist measurement returns to the 20s range, and you want me to gain some?! Most importantly, Terry pointed out my biggest regret - I DID lose my bum bum! While it's gotten a little bit more perkier, the mass has reduced by a third.

I used to be obscenely proud of my ass... Now those days are no more.

Not that I won't still hit the gym as hard as I can. My body is showing symptoms of falling apart, and exercising is the least I could do for my health.

Happy weekend, my dear blogders. Hasta la vista.

21.07.09 Lunch at "Mary's".

Trying to say goodbye.

It's time I learnt letting go, time to try saying goodbye, before I get more involved. I'm fine really, it only stings when he breaks out of his radio silences.

All this is getting too labourious for me... I'm about done.

Introducing... The TSB.

...

Author's note: Yea, I did kinda change my hairstyle - Got some bangs, tried a relatively dark brown with ash green highlights. Only it did not turn out even like what I drew - The colours are like wilting straw, and my head of hair is as flat as ever.



This strip isn't the usual 'what happened today' ones. Some of you should get what it means.

Sigh.

Concentration.

MJ Tribute while gymming.

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.

Sometimes, Looks, Love, Life - They are just simply, overrated.

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.

Michael Jackson is dead.

WHAT.

THE.

FUCK!

Michael Jackson passed away from a cardiac attack.



I still remember the days when I was still in primary school, proud to tote around my Sony Walkman with those big ass headphones, ala the way we would show off our pagers to people before modern mobile phones were even a reality.

I still remember the 3 tapes I would listen to almost religiously - One Chang and Aska tape which belonged to my brother, and 2 Michael Jackson cassette tapes, Dangerous and Bad. I would be rewinding the tapes over and over and over and over...

Then when LD(laser discs) rolled around a few years later, I got 2 of his concerts and world tour LDs, one of which was History, and the other one, Dangerous, again. I can't recall the amount of times I have spent sitting right infront of the TV, singing along, and even crying over some of his music videos.

Next, when computers rolled along and I got my 2nd PC which actually had a Windows system, the first few videos I'd downloaded via dial-up, were Ghost and Thriller.


Throughout the years even when he was plagued by his skin disease and got thoroughly dissected by the media, I've never failed to proudly declare that I love Michael Jackson. And now... Now he's gone. A couple of months shy of his 51st. Sigh...


Rest in peace Michael... You'll forever be remembered as the king in my heart.





Still a lil shellshocked after hearing the news on the radio during my cab ride to work this morning. :(


Michael Jackson, King of Pop. August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009.

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*