Nobody’s Spared From ERP
s t a r m | s t August 28th, 2008
Archive for August, 2008
Drama On The Roads
s t a r m | s t August 27th, 2008
How many policemen does it take to change a lightbulb sit on a guy’s head pin a guy down?
Guy and a cop were struggling in the middle of a road near a busy cross junction. Once cop got a better hold of guy, other cops appeared from several secret hiding places *poof!* and dashed across from all directions to pin him down but still struggled to contain him until a car stopped in guy’s path and then the cops sat on his head.
Sitting on people’s heads, why do I keep coming across such scenes?
Private Number
s t a r m | s t August 26th, 2008
Dear Private-number-who-have-been-calling,
You call at random timings, yet you never left an sms on me [which you would if it was urgent or important]. There have been a couple of Your Kind the past week, but you know, my mistress obstinately refused to pick all of them up; she once had a trying time where a group of strangers kept hounding her and her family through my relative - the Home Phone. Needless to say, my mistress never like picking up unknown or private numbers after the incident. It doesn’t help that my mistress can be quite an anti-social person too. But ooh, I [but not my mistress] wonder who you are, this mystery caller. Are you a friend, a foe, or an insurance agent? Are you calling to siphon money from my mistress or to ask her out or to simply chat with her? If you are a friend, please press *31# before my 8-digit name to identify yourself. If you are a foe, I don’t see why you should be calling. If you are a random insurance agent, please delete my name from your contacts forever and ever happilyeverafter theend kthksbye.
Yours truly,
Ms Mobile Phone
Meaningful
s t a r m | s t August 24th, 2008
A message from Adrian Tan to the graduating class of 2008 of NTU Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information. Something for everyone.
Life and How to Survive It
I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.
My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.
On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.
Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.
And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.
Through The Looking Glass
s t a r m | s t August 20th, 2008
I feel like I’m Doing The Karen Cheng. -_-”
Remember the previous dressing room entry? This time the camwhoring took place in Raoul’s dressing room. Vouchers as gift from a dear dear friend; I will think of it everytime I wear the dress and use the other-thing-which-I-bought-with-the-vouchers.
Pardon the makeupless, tired-looking face and messy hair, actually I wasn’t camwhoring for the sake of camwhoring; took those photos to see how I really look [ie; Am I Fat Or Not?] from another perspective [through the camera lens, duh].
In the end, black won over pink, because body-hugging dresses are not my cup of tea [and yeah I know I am fat!].
Life In Mono
s t a r m | s t August 17th, 2008
Something is wrong with my lb account - all my edit buttons and stuff are gone. I can’t put in photos or do more complicated edits to my entries.
Anyway that is only part of the reason why I’ve not been blogging much.
I guess I’ve come to the point where I’m no longer comfortable about revealing things.and.people close to my heart online, and thoughts.and.words I really want to say but not here for everyone to see / pick on / draw conclusions yadda yadda. A friend - the one known as The Nemesis in the bar - recently commented [with some regret *amused*] that it is difficult to aggravate me online because I seldom touch on very personal stuff despite my writings on my blog, on plurk and other online places people that can reach me on. Untouchable. How perceptive of him.
There also things moving along in my life which are uncertain and unconfirmed, which make it hard for me to write about, however much I want to do so. Happy things should be shared, yet I hesitate to.. for now. Do.not.want.to.jinx.stuff.
Some things happening with some people from the bar makes me feeling not just a little discomfited. I’m not close to them two, that gal and the other gal, but I find myself worrying for them; not so much for the former but more for the latter. Of course the worries are based on conjecture, putting bits and pieces together, and kinda unfounded, but I can’t help worrying for them nonetheless. It is not in my place to ask after them though, nor ‘push’ my kaypohness in, so I guess things have to remain as they are.
One word for another reason of my bloglessness: work.
I have never felt so ‘dry’ about blogging before. I no longer have anything to write about. Or maybe I have way too many things to write but do not know how to write. Or maybe I know how to write them but do not want to reveal. Or maybe I want to reveal but am bound by friendship and links and the past to do it. Or maybe I just don’t have the capability nor the time anymore.
So.. til the next time, people… whenever I’m comfy..
Drops of Rain
s t a r m | s t August 17th, 2008
Why can’t even just that be done, for me?
I can’t help but be selfish today. These days I’m tired of putting others before me.
*burst into uncontrollable tears*
I Think I Am Nicer To Them These Days
s t a r m | s t August 14th, 2008
*Mobile phone rings*
Me: Hi?
Lady: Hi, is this [insert my name here]?
Me: Err.. yes?
Lady: Hi this is Chrissy from Prudential. Can I ask you a few questions?
Me [very politely]: Umm, no?
Lady: Oh..it’s ok then. *click*
I am nicer to them right? Right? No more Little Miss Attitude-y, right? Right?
Protected: Best of Both Worlds?
s t a r m | s t August 5th, 2008
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Things That Make Me Smile
s t a r m | s t August 3rd, 2008
More randomness from my mobile phone. 
Going to a piano recital.
That was where Taurus bro and I went to some time back - NUS Yong Siew Toh Conservatory School of Music, to watch my favourite music prodigy Azariah perform. He was easily one of the more outstanding performers, accompanying Du Rui on violin for the piece “Waltz-Scherzo”. Another performer worthy of mention is Ling Yunzhi on violin who played a delicate “Romance” by Debussy [a composer I never really like actually]. For the finale, the students showcased an interesting 6 hands ["It should be called 60 fingers instead," commented a teacher] compilation from “Anyone for Tennis” which had the audience bouncing in their seats and smiling to the happy tune.
Being able to see a sunset during a weekday, which is rare for me. Just how many people take sunsets for granted?
Cute signs, weird humour.
Jang jang janggg…! Outrageous-looking people on the streets. Mrs MacDonald maybe?
Dramatic gestures made public.
This is permanent white paint on the pavement somewhere in the West. It was deduced that a guy painted this for a girl who was staying on the opposite block, probably 4-8 floors up. Erm, tragically romantic or stalkerish sad?
Oh and, I’ve finally jumped on the bandwagon. Add me on Plurk, my nickname’s still the same!
