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[Dec. 5th, 2008|10:49 am] |
It's been ages since I posted anything substantial. A few things have been getting in the way of that - nothing of substance has really happened. That said, here are a few things worth mentioning.
I got my paperwork sorted and am now finally a PA attorney. The next step is for me to talk to Boss and try to get promoted at work, as a Foreign Lawyer. Things at work have been kinda quiet this weke since half my team is on leave and most of the major pieces of work for the year are done. I suppose I shoudl take this opportunity to talk to my boss but man, I am not looking forward to it. Mostly because I'm afraid I'll be told status quo is gonna be maintained. The firm holds all the chips and given the economic climate, it is most likely to say just that. Which is terribly unfair and all that, but what am I gonna do right. Throw in the towel?
Next Friday, I am going to India with my folks for a week. To visit a couple of temples, and my grandparents and some uncles and aunts, whom I haven't seen in 6 years. The last time I met them was before I left for the US, close to 6 years ago.
My social life's humming but only because I'm going out with friends. No guys in the picture. I've come to the conclusion that being a single non-Chinese girl in S'pore past the age of 25 can never be good. Relationship-wise. I don't mind dating anyone younger than me but most non-Chinese younger guys are married, sometimes with kids. And I just don't find Chinese guys attractive, purely from an aesthetics perspective. No racism to it, which is kinda bad cos if there were, I might at least try to change that mindset! The worst thing is that the whites in S'pore seem to have yellow fever; Chinese girls are IT. That's taking some getting used to, coming from Philly. And of course, it narrows the dating pool considerably for me. So basically I should move out of S'pore if I want to start dating again without totally compromising my standards.
Which leads to my next woe. As much as I miss Philly and the US in general, I don't see how I can get back in the next year. The earliest i can see it happening is early 2010. It's demotivating to see news on layoffs, especially in the legal circles, and it does nothing to motivate me to send out resumes or whatever.
All in all, I feel like I'm stuck in a rut and see no way out of it. My day-to-day life is just fine, because it is filled with a myriad of distractions. But if I pause to think about the big picture, about my life as a whole, it is terrifying and saddening. |
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[Oct. 8th, 2008|11:18 am] |
As in slow, not the other exciting meaning. I've been lethargic about posting on LJ, but I've noticed that the last couple of months have been lethargic for most of my F-List-ers, too. This has somehow spurred me to do a post. After all, if the bar is set low, there are no expectations, right?
The Oktoberfest party was a smashing success. People left my place either very full of food or full of alcohol. And definitely full of smiles. I'm now looking firmly forward to the next big bash, most likely for Halloween.
Last friday night, I proceeded to get hammered. Which should not have been surprising given that i started drinking around 5.30pm and did not stop till about 1am. A cocktail, beer, a whole bottle of Riesling, 2 glasses of chardonnay, and one bottle of Heineken to top it all off. And not a lot of food in all of it. I was apparently very very entertaining and I remember laughing a lot. So I guess the evening was a success.
I am awaiting the PA bar results this week; it's been scheduled for friday. So I'm either gonna be roaring drunk from celebrating or from depression. The less said on this topic, the better. Given my history.
Boys are disappointing me like there's no tomorrow. There was a sudden spike of activities about a month or so back, where my love stock seemed quite up. But woefully, my love life has now gone the way of the global financial markets. I'd like to know if there's a bailout plan for me in the pipeline cos, let me tell you, I need some serious salvaging. There was a French tourist with whom things seemed to be going well. He came down here again to meet me and talk about "things". The trip did not go well. Between his increasingly horrible case of jetlag and my PMS-ing, both of us were confused. He's due to come down to S'pore again next week, but this time for a vacay to Malaysia & Laos with his friend. I don't know what's going to happen then. I like this bloke a fair bit and I'm quite disappointed that what had looked sorta promising before is now near-comatose. Next week will see either the pulling of the plug or resuscitation of our "relationship". There was another boy in the picture, kind of. He's in my area and we had lunch once, a coupla months before the bar. I was pretty interested in him and kinda excited about it, because I rarely find any Singaporeans attractive in every way. But I didn't know if he was even remotely interested in me. After that lunch, I came away a little less interested in him and still no clue as to how he felt about me. After the bar, I tried asking him to lunch... and I'm still waiting for an answer. Doesn't bode well, does it. So yea, kinda feeling the stings of rejection.
Aside from that, there's work, which is chugging along. I was feeling a tad uninspired by it, which I did not like, so i volunteered to draft a court submission. It's due in 2 weeks, so I now have something to keep me engaged for a bit.
Well, that's me in a rather-big-nutshell. How are things with the rest of ya? |
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[Dec. 12th, 2006|04:09 am] |
1. Job market stinks.
2. Job market stinks worse for a non-citizen or green-card holder.
3. I hate that I can no longer hide under the awning that was law school.
4. Studying for the Bar stinks.
5. Re-studying (even if only technically) for the Bar stinks worse.
6. No matter how interesting people make it sound, Con Law stinks.
7. Ditto for Sales.
8. Sometimes I hate eating healthy.
9. I hate seeing flab where only muscle and skin used to be.
10. It's annoying that the boys I'm into are not the ones calling me and the ones I don't care about are those who call incessantly. |
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