s t a r m | s t September 7th, 2008
I can’t maintain zen. At all. Been so angry and frustrated this entire week because of a. lot. of. sh*te. and. nonsense. thrown. my. way.
Leaving in less than 24 hours’ time and I
- have not changed my currency,
- have not packed my luggage at all [because I have no fr**king time, not because I procrasinated ok!],
- is still in the bl**dy office working,
- can’t print the boarding passes,
- am still waiting for that work laptop to bring with me for the conference.
ANGRY!!! Why are things so crappy and people so f***ed up?!
s t a r m | s t July 26th, 2008
Another mail from my boss, the matchmaker:
Hi [insert my name here],
Pl arrange to meet Mathew. He is probably an old guy. =(
Rgds,
S
HAIyah. Maybe this is all part of the employee’s uhh. welfare scheme.
P/s: Yes, I know there’s a missing part II. 
s t a r m | s t June 13th, 2008
… and some unfortunate ones.
What craaaazy busy 5 days it has been! I feel almost normal again [not normal being the past few months where I didn't have a social life]!
I was in a holiday mood even before my actual day itself, but had to suppress it because of the amount of work waiting for me to clear. :/
Twas a pity I didn’t have my camera with me the past couple of days. Wonderful moments should be captured and immortalised. Urm, I was too busy enjoying myself half the time to snap anything anyway.
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s t a r m | s t June 12th, 2008
The 164th sign that even my boss is getting worried for me [though he really doesn't have to be at this point in time].
Hi [insert my name here],
Pl meet up with J [advertiser] to see what he got to offer.
Thanks,
S
P.S. Maybe he is handsome, older, single and available! 
s t a r m | s t May 27th, 2008
“Do you know that [name-of-kiddo-whom-I-was-involved-in-taking-care-of-in-previous-job] has passed away?” she asked.
Staggering news.
The kids we help there, they have disabilities, they have issues, but they don’t d*e. It’s not.. in the equation, it’s not supposed.. to be.
I can’t even begin to fathom the pain of the parents.
s t a r m | s t May 24th, 2008
It’s like, it hurts too much to form words.
s t a r m | s t May 19th, 2008
*Updated*
15th May
Thanks for ‘feeling sick’ once again and not turning up [and will not tomorrow as well].
Thanks for treating me like an idiot/small little girl, lying to me thinking I would believe you [but I don't because it is so obvious what has been going on the past week]. *fake saccharine smile*
Thanks for the amazing PR-ing and leaving me with no choice.
So who is inconvenienced because someone don’t feel like coming in? Me! Who has to do all the work? ME! Who has to abandon her work just to fill in? ME!
I am filled with extremely rare but dangerous venom. *spit viciously*
If it is real [like those times in the previous three months], I will be sincerely concerned for you and fill in willingly; afterall, we are here to help one another. But if it is fake, do not expect ANY ounce of sympathy nor kindness from me.
I didn’t come here to get bullied nor taken advantage of!
It’s been a long time since I got so angry.
*Updated*
19th May
AGAIN, someone will not be in office tomorrow. AGAIN, I have to fill in. How am I supposed to learn the ropes and do my stuff properly if I don’t have the time nor chance to???
I need to ki*l something now.
s t a r m | s t May 13th, 2008
First he asked me to set up a blog,
then he asked me to help take care of his pretty 2 yo girl and bring her for her class [and participate in the class] this coming Sunday while he goes traipsing to Europe for a conference. Wifey is in confinement and Maidy cannot follow the class.
I am filled with half-excitement half-trepidation [me? with kids?!], determination [I want to prove that I can do/ace it] and some other feeling undescribable.
Life is indeed interesting here. 
Update: I just got the syllabus for the class. O Lordy, what have I gotten myself into?!? *cue more comical fainting spells*
s t a r m | s t April 17th, 2008
My boss just asked me to set. up. a. blog.
*sky turns ominously dark, lightning strikes and thunder roar, run away screaming, bang head against wall, and shout insanely I don’t know, I don’t know anything about blogs, really!!
That didn’t happen, fortunately, or unfortunately.
Instead, I stayed put in my seat throughout the painful discussion, outwardly calm but trembling inwardly, while trying really hard not to display too much knowledge about blogs, bloggers and blogging.
s t a r m | s t April 16th, 2008
*Updated*
This is what happens when you do not bring your car for maintenance.
Just in!
A red BMW caught on fire less than 10 metres away from my workplace 15 minutes ago. Driver was nowhere to be seen ["he has zao already of course!" said my boss], the stench of the burning car was almost unbearable, and traffic slowed down to a crawl [it occurred near a busy cross-junction].
The car number plate is something something something 91S. GO BUY [Singaporeans will know what I'm talking about].
Haze, smoke, smell, cough cough cough.
The policeman nearest to the car was trying approach it when it let out a series of small but dangerous-sounding explosions.
Here comes the calvary. It took 6 people to pry open the bonnet.
When I ran down to the first floor with my phone camera, boss was laughing, “What!? You even brought your hp to take pictures!” Ahem. Bloggers, you know. *shake head at myself* But I wasn’t the only one snapping photos, everyone else was.
What was left hours after.
Signing off,
Pseudo-reporter starm|st
