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meet the predator
call me jenie
born on 02/20/83 after my Dad & Mom drank beer and ate balut 9 months before
lives in Singapore, but always a Pinoy at heart
works as an advertising copywriter, but hates proofreading her blog entries
loves true friends, fake DVD's, alternative music, alcohol, sarcasm, boxing, hatha yoga, and House (the TV series,not the music genre)
loathes indifference, power trippers, narcissists, giant egos and bad breath
tries to live by the quote "Postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing." by Anais Nin
brat rant on a wednesday night
I think I've lost my drive and drained all my energy in getting pissed at work almost everyday. I'm still here at the office after such a hectic day. It's 9:30 PM and for the past 2 hours, I've been waiting for Accounts to tell me all the revisions and comments, so I can work a couple more hours. Whataf*^$@@#!life.
Anyway, my colleagues and I have been ranting about a very ---- person who kept throwing tantrums here today. I can't believe some people can be such fault-finders and naggers at the same time. I know this blog has been my sound board in the duration of my stay here in Singapore, but really, what can I do? I need to write to let it out. There's no point shouting and bitching, unlike some adults. But at least the more pleasant memories of my stay here are in my photos in Multiply.
Oh, I just marked my 12th hour in this office. I'm so exhausted but I have no choice but to work once my boss arrives. My Lord, what did I get myself into? Well, I saw this coming. Really. But I went for it anyway. Goal schmoal. Sometimes I wish I can be bum and be spoiled by my Mom, just like how she likes it. She just told me that when I left, she didn't know how to start her life again. Wow. That's scary. I don't like it when people say that to me. I'm so PRO-independence that it freaks me out at times. Ever since I've experienced the death of my immediate family members, I just lost the concept of being needy or attached to someone. Well, I take that back whenever I miss Tatoff like anything. Don't get me wrong, I miss my Mom too. And I will jump on the next flight once something happens to her back home. But then again, a Mom will always be a Mom and will always treat me like a child. And I hate that. If I have to suffer or fail, then I will. Because that's how I'll learn to fly. It just really annoys me when I appear like the 'person who LEFT her single mom and boyfriend' for her career, or for money to put it bluntly. Because look at me here. It's not like I'm having a ball, but I still remain grateful for this blessing. Nonetheless, no day has passed when I didn't feel lonely or when I didn't doubt myself if I made the right decision.
Anyway, enough of this rambling. The boss called and said we waited for nothing. The client didn't reply at all. Wow it must really be my lucky day. They want to go for a drink but once again, I'm not in the mood. It only happens here, you see. I'm a changed woman. I'm just scared if I drown my sorrows in alcohol, then I'll be starting Singapore's Alcoholics Anonymous soon. If there isn't one. I really don't want to know.
EDIT at 10:10 PM - It turns out I can't go home yet. We're still waiting for the client to get back for revisions. Okay, I guess I'll have to reconsider that AA idea. But it won't be a rehab. It will be a bar. The Alcoholics Anonymous Bar.
F**#$@&!?!&# work.
9:19 PM
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
