I'm learning something new everyday. Like the catchphrase--it aint over till the fat lady sings.Never count your chickens before the eggs hatch. Always predict the unpredictable...
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Bitching with celebrity status
Vic commented on how my previous entry was like a nutshell and i agreed, partly becos i was kinda tired and second, my thoughts were disrupted by future possible implications that i might get into.
Indeed invasion of freedom of speech has shifted to that of freedom of thoughts. Triggering thoughts are being interrupted halfway with the fear of what those free-flow thoughts might bring about. A law suit for a Christmas present? An article of yourself on the papers maybe? Shot at stardom??
Recent spates of bloggers being sued kinda left a deeper impression on me. It's becoming increasingly dangerous to leave ur thoughts dangled in the world wide web. A web indeed, we can be preys or predators, depending on ur level of expertise and precaution. Being the simple, obeying, normal 23 year old, i cant help but fall prey (by default haha) to the www.
In a domain where we view privacy above all, it's interesting to note how people can subject themselves to the possibility of being sued, injecting their words to the public eye. Why, with all the talks of freedom of speech, slander law suits, self-expression, privacy issues, censorship and individualism chunk, do people still blog?
There has to be a reason if not more. And I know i'm not alone still blogging despite the knowledge. With such consequences, one is definitely more safe with the primitive approach of pen and paper. If you need a higher level of security, buy a journal that comes equipped with its lock and key. To top it all, put it in your safe, remember the security code and then LOCK the safe in the cupboard.
You get my drift. If we can protect our thoughts and "insured" ourselves against commiting a possibly criminal ( or is it civil) crime, why no just write?
I came up with my own conclusion. People like to bitch. It boils down to one word. BITCHING.
Dont get me wrong. To save my ass, i shall put a disclaimer first, insisting that the above is purely from the author's point of perception and should not be used for any form documentation unless approved and authorized from the author.
Right, with my ass covered, i shall continue. I know there are people who are uncomfortable with the word. I for one, am not a fan of that word either. Hardly used it in my daily context. I once read this off somewhere that a bitch is defined as a woman with opinons and ever since, i' see the word in a different and more positive light.
People bitch, whether they deny anot. We all have to bitch.Admit it, if you do not, ur either just a fantastic liar or a fool living in delusion.
And we do in different ways.Bitching is required because it allows us a temporary release of our tension and accumulated stress as we tackle with life's unprecedented surprises and hiccups. Upon this release, it grants us a short sanctuary of relief and weariness. This is usually accompanied by a long sleep which often produces amazing results the next day as one goes ahead with the new day.
Most people bitch through others about others.
Then there's the group that bitch about their life to others.
Some through words, some expressed by throwing things, banging their heads to the nearest walls, tearing their hair, inflicting pain upon themselves or others.
Some choose a less painful approach-- blog
if we were to follow the definition from earlier on, u will see, it's not too bad to bitch. You're just merely forming opinions, saying what u think, writing you u feel. That's good isnt it? Yet, i cant think of another word that can best express this except "bitch" becos, in today's world, simply expressing your tots and feelings can land u straight to court. It become a dangerous game to play. A game of hide and display. What can i publish, what should i hide? How can that be bitching anymore when the time u take to think is longer than when u say it out?
And the reason why we all still blog but now with less bitching, is because, we all have this urge to let the public disuss our private life.
A go @ celebrity status even if it's nano-scaled. Comments or not, it's nice to know that people are interested in knowing who we are, who we can be, and most impt, who we want to be. Comments when negative, has lesser impact than having heard it from the horse's mouth. Less impact, more preserved on our dignity's part. However when one receives Positive comments, their function escalates to that of a multiplier effect.
your joy is tripled, you glow with the sun, play with the rain, roll in puddles and jump in the snow with no hesitation. (right, drama noted)
By blogging, the world is now made up of more temporary strangers-- who may very well consist of people half way round the globe, more updated in your life than your family does.*reminds me of truman-played by jim carrey*
Your anger is divided by the amount of people who feels unjust for u and your joy is multiplied as its shared with others. You are in all, appeased.
Amazing aint it?
There u have it.
hooey@KL
tots: excited, tired, apprehensive, interested, or simply rumbled
words: too much that hooey know not where to start and how to end
nutshell: yes, i'm a nut, prob in a shell , shielding and peering out once in a while to take breather, to see the world and then hiding when dangers prevail.
next tot: "darn what was it i wanted to say!?"
next next tot: Yup, a friend (colleague) was telling me something interesting which thou deleted after typing cos din want to leave it out in black and white. Sometimes, its better to be greyish in an environment where white and black can kill.
i'm going to zzz... in all, i'm still enjoying and learning the experiences .. having fun and working hard @ training everyday!-)
Friday, September 23, 2005
First working day
1. First assignment: Possess a brand new laptop! waiting for me in their fresh boxes, waiting for someone to rip off those packages of installation disks.
2. Ripping the packaging to find that my lappie has a multimedia remote control!=)dig that
3. It's mine!
4. My optical mouse has 7 colors LED light up.
5. Realizing that good and cheap food is around. Lunch khaki (vonw) is < 2 bus stops away.
6.Time passes relatively fast and one feel good about leaving the office.
7. Heading home realizing u've done a day of work and finally being paid for doing something.
8. Sniffing my right hand at the end of the day to realize it reeks of my BRAND NEW electronic babies (mouse, lappie and lappie bag)
yes... kill me all.
hooey could rant on about her new lappie which she brought home. wanted to take pictures! to haolian before the first scratch is visibly tinted onto her precious. But.. too tired. shall take pictures someother time! Till then, an entry to commerate a start!=)
oh, i've found rachel and 2 chandlers.. more takers on the characters?Leave me a comment. dont leave me finding the answers in your respective blogs!!! haha, thanks char!=)
yawnzzz
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Something which needs getting used to
Here i am in the airport'spacific coffee company using their internet while ruffy sets off for interesting bangkok!This is quite a cool place to chill out to.
Alright, going to finish my snapple while i make my way home.
Till i come back to the airport to welcome ruffy back again.=)
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
I had to post this
You scored as Phoebe. You're Phoebe. You come across as a bit weird and ditzy but you're fun loving.
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Keyboards that dont always say what they mean
Keyboards to me, is akin to mathematics. Yes, the engineer in question--to formulate life into equations and unknowns. Maths is straight forward. There is no two answers. There can be different ways in expressing your solution but there can be only one simplified expression, consisting of your numbers, "x,y and sometimes even z". You type what u think, and the keyboard simply obeys the movements of your fingers depending on where they go. So, how misleading can it get? As i read on, i was very amused cos what happened to the author happened to myself once before in fact, 3 years ago. Again, i was constantly reminded how hooeyphooey i have been. Let me not digress and share what happened. She killed her keyboard (i assumed its a she. *hooey went back to check*--yes it's a she!) when she spilled coffee over it. TWICE on two different keyboards. So, if we were to make a comparison, hooey phooey isnt really too clumsy. After all, once bitten, twice shy. I shy away from putting coffee and keyboard all together.
What really happened? I remembered it was the exam period. i was in year 2, and i was alone in my hostel room when i decided to take a break from studying aka, tearing my hair out and play yahoo pool. I was just about to make my KILLER MOVE with my mouse (potting in the black ball), when i realized the killer move was actually spilling the coffee over my keyboard. My Toshiba laptop KEYboard. i was....."!!!", i wanted to swear but nothing came out. I heard a fizzle, and i can smell the aroma of the coffee while peering into the letters "x,the space bar, some of the "O, Ps" and impt punctuation which denotes impt pauses in statements. I was momentarily stuck. I frantically called mr yc, he asked me to turn over the lappie. "Good idea i tot, why din i think of it straight away?!" i flipped my lappie over, i guess my mind flipped then too. The drops of coffee oozing out, me trying fanatically to fan any residue that might decide to holiday in my keyboard.
After what seems a long time, i realized my efforts have gone to nought as the residue seems to spread and i lost control of my alphabets. Words no longer mean what they say as i attempted keying my thoughts. With no "O, P, spacebar or punctuations", i vividly rem that i couldn key in "oops". Not only that, some letters seems to have emotions, playing "hide and seek" with me. Words no longer hold meaning as my letters formed strings of characters, making it hard for others to understand me. Gosh, i killed my keyboard and ironically, my keyboard came alive and have a mind of its own. I dont quite rem forming sentences which the lady in the article did. Tickled me straight cos the sentence that appreared on screen was so SO very distorted from she really mean.
An interesting find. An interesting peek into my past. Will have conveniently forgotten this little incident fo mine if not this article. Want to know the outcome of my keyboard? it underwent an operation, correction... an overhaul. A silly move on my part, cos me to Part with $180. The letters cant be saved so a whole new keyboard need to be replaced. Hmm.. i dont quite believe i told my mum the truth. I just remembered the expression on her face when she paid the sum. YAHOO POOL. COFFEE and KEYBOARD do not go together. Remember that my friends.
Fruity affair with the nuts
Memorable cos it goes to show, even when we start our separate busy lives,
we can make the point to meet up and chill.
The earlier group settled for cafe cartel's full blast meals--
Pork ribs and chicken grill.
this is what i call "the nutty gang with the nutty backgrounds--cant get enough of nuts!!!!"
How can the night be completed without the group trying to take a finale night shot(self timed and everything)? Many attempts at perfecting the pose and capturing the moment and here u have it... a night to remember.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Jumble rumble what a fumble
First, it's going to sound bimbotic, very much ringing to the tune of yellow-polka dot bikini, but dont worry, hooey's not attempting to freak the world with her bikini. More of,
I HAD MY FIRST PROFESSIONALLY MADE MANICURE AND FRENCH PEDICURE!!
haha, what's the big deal? it is to me! cos hooey hasn visit a manicurist for 23 years of her life. And hey, manicure is akin to monthly visit to the hair-dressers for some girls eh, to be fair mostly the affluent and well-maintained taitai which hooey is not. Yes, i was actually alit frightened going to hollywood secret for my ever first manicure cum pedicure. I called gambai for company but alas she's busy with her project. well, a girl gotta be brave even when it's her virgin manicure+pedicure tour. So, off i went!
I must admit, i was brought to a scene in "sex and the city" when the girls were actually doing their pedicure and discussing about their manicurists. Thankfully, and maybe not, because i was alone, i ended up talking to my manicurist-- a sweet young thing of 17. 17!!!!It sounded so recent but then, her smooth hands and child-like responses jolted me back to my world of 23. How dratful. I felt a tinge of guilt as i let her massage my feet, scrapped off the dead skins, scrubbed my soles. Wasn used to it, tickled at times actually. She was really friendly and provided extensive service despite knowing that she was handling a manicure idiot who will prob not question her if she just paint my nails from the start!
So the point of the blog is? i reckon i will not be visiting her in the near future. Knowing full well that my lifestyle is so hooeyphooey, falling every now and then, breaking my nails here and there. Manicure+ Pedicure is too much of an extravagant and hooey aint used to the pampering. I was never good with all the beauty care products and the manicurist could deduce for herself from hooey's feet and hands appearance. Tsk tsk. I'm ashamed.
So, i tot before the glory's all faded into nothingness, i should publish my manicurist' achievements!
Tadah!!!!!
yeah, this is a really bimbotic blog entry. Do understand hooey only do this once in 23 years! hiaks, and it's noeasy feat as i dare to bare my feet to the world.
To the professionally trained eyes of those who go for their manicures-- I have a chipped nail. On the right, yes. The right first toe. Even ruffy can point that out, so embarrassing. That chipped nail was a result of my fall as i stood for 3 seconds*refer to hospital entry*. My toe hit the wheel chair and the rest is history. My feet bears the testimony of hooey wearing heels too. Check out the extreme right. See some dead skin? That came from a few weeks ago as i fit into a pair of pointed heels. SO much for lady-like.* sheepish look*
After my normal manicure+french pedicure, i attended my IA boss' wedding! At Raffles Plaza-swissotel.
gotta go meet the gang at marina square liao. gotta update another time!=)
Finally found
A nice weekend chill out haven that we finally found
furnished with fireplace and reading materials,
not forgetting the nice soothing tunes
timeless hours delving into each other's soul and thoughts
Add in the full tummies and champagne truffles
as the full-moon hung right above
this is one outing i' cherished and truely well sought.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Star wars troopers!
how's these two for backers? hiaks
Beware.you're warned.
on a side note, let me add some pictures taken before i was ill. Meaning to upload some pics. We took some great shots of the sunny little town.
Isnt this picture lovely? i like the greens. We took more.. but i aint sharing!-p
Makes me wanna play golf and watch the orbital movements of the galactic stars all at the same time. geez... how did that come about?
Friday, September 16, 2005
The hospital story
right, i'm convinced cos it took me about 7 seconds to decide what i want to say. Blog Block? or Blog Clog? Ever felt that? Like you got tonnes of things to say but somehow it just doesn come out? That's prob how i feel now. It's been a long 2 weeks. For a start, i spent the bulk of these two weeks in bed. I was ill and I was hospitalized.
Before i start to recall the events in the past half month, let me confess that prior to this, i've always fantasized ( maybe that's too strong a word), but I've always wondered how it's like to be hospitalized. To have friends visiting me, fussing over me while i just rest in bed waiting for the next group of concerned friends. They'll prob brings flowers, fruits or send me little cards cheering me on to get well soon. * yeah, jing's psychotic,arrogant, seemingly smug!* I actually have that sort of fantasy! what kinda fantasy is that???????!!!!!!!!!!! oh dear...For dear friends, THAT IS SO NOT THE REAL WORLD! It's so painfully ironic to think how the real scene is so DIFFERENT from how i've always imagined.
For a start, when i was hospitalized, I DID NOT WANT friends to come visit me. AND no, no,NO visits, no pestering what ward i am in. AM i weird or what? I reject my friends' kind offers and well-wishers' concern to come visit me. OUtright reject. Something i felt bad and i pray for u people's understanding as to why i behaved in such an irrational, erratic manner. I was hostile, unappreciative, and just being a crazy nut. Sorry folks! really sorry.
There's so much i've learnt or rather experienced from this illness that i have so much things to say. It's like an ourburst, especially since i haven had much of contact with the outside world this period. Everything, emotions just evolved about this illness that started it all--dengue. Dengue is something like a house break-in. You only expect it to happen to others and never to someone close to you, let alone yourself. Call me an eternal optimist. You just dont expect something like that to happen despite all the big HOO HA from the media. What with 100 plus cases per day, u shrugged at the figures and move on with life. Yes, that's what people do. Until the horrible fact strike upon one like a wave of Katrina!"Wham, it hits u and then u wonder, what are the odds?" One doesn even win consolation prize in TOTO and here right in my household i have two dengue cases that require hospital care!
It was ... painful. Painful to my dear family who had to juggle the two of us. Right from the beginning when we both started having dizzy spells, feverish spurts and sluggish appearances.I still INSIST It's the prata's fault. cos i drove my bro out to eat prata for supper and the next day both of us were sick.Imagine my mom's horror as she came back from the doc with bro just to realize that her daughter has been sick and bed with the same symptoms. And then came the horrible daily blood tests we had to put ourselves through. I think i've gone for so many blood tests that my fear of needles has greatly reduced. THE key to injections is really just -- BREATHE and CLOSE YOUR EYES. If i have to list one good thing that came out of this episod, injections' off my fear list.
Then.. comes the horrible event that my bro was hospitalized while i continued going for daily blood tests to monitor the platelets count. Something which i dont quite comprehend how dengue actually attacks. The platelets dropped to a level where immediate hospital attention is required, one is hospitalized and the moment it start to rise , one is discharged. Hmm... never mind if you dont understand. Just something i tot i note down. Shall skip the dramatic details of how i was hospitalized.. and just move straight to hospital stay.hiaks.
If there's one word i have to use to describe, it's "Nothing".
For the first time in my life all i had to do was lie in bed and wait for food to be served at the bed. Once i finished the food, i dont even have to move a muscle to clear it and just lie back down. Sounds good? Wait first. I need help if i need to go to the toilet cos i'm really bed-ridden or so the sign "CRIB" that's lies above my bed says. i need to alert the nursing staff to wheel me to the toilet. The first night, i almost fainted while standing up for 3 seconds. yes. 3 seconds. Never had i felt so weak, but thank goodness that's a thing of the past. When one stays in class C (yea, i stayed in class C), i had Nothing to entertain me. Nothing to keep me occupied. i was back to medieval times. No TV, i wasn up for reading so NO reading materials. Hours were spent just staring at people, attempting to read their thoughts, configuring their lives in one head. And then to do a simulation analysis once their relatives visit them. To compare if what i pictured was close to reality. The first night was bad, cos i was disturbed by an itch which got me really frustrated and coupled with the continuous loud wheezing from old lady A who was probably situated 30 metres from me. Some people have a fantasy for Pushing the Button, alerting the nurse. I dont and i hate to have to bother them no matter the time of day or night for that matter.
The second night was a whizzzz cos a nurse came and give me pill for the itch and i slept through like a sound baby. It wasn too hard to endure being in bed and i grew to adapt to the environment sharing the ward with 7 other ladies ( picturing and analyzing them in my bed or head again). Nurses were interesting to observe especially the interns.. and their horrified look when i said i want to stand up. i made a point to try remembering how many times they took my blood pressure and i lost count from 12. My sister came and brought me the latest "CLEO" which featured Shannie. Was so excited and started reading. Time passed much faster when one has something to read. i felt so bad towards the lady beside me who can only look at me from time to time wondering what got me so hyped up. Wanted to pass her the CLEO but realized my sister hasn read it herself so too bad.When one's stuck in the ward, one is accustomed to others looking at you and you looking at them. It's somewhat like an unspoken rule that boredom and restriction of movements has granted in this mutual understanding of just looking around. I looked forward to meal times cos i always try to beat this other old lady in finishing our food. GOSH, she beat me flat for like 3 meals straight. Some HUGE appetite she got. And hey, DON"T you start thinking to yourself how boliao hooey is unless you've been hospitalized in a class C ward. NO hospitalization, No opinions. thank you.
so it goes on like this for another few more hours when a medical staff came up to me and told me they are going to transfer me to another ward. I was like "???!!!!!!!!!!!" just as i'm used and quite amused with staying in my current ward and then i'm being MOVED!!!!! like anyone care for my feelings and adaptation skills?gosh, i din know how the new ward is like and i packed my belongings with apprehension, (of cos with the help of another nurse.. i was bedridden). Then, MR PORTER came and wheeled me to my new ward with barang barang on my wheelchair. i'm quite used to moving around in wheels i must say, save the roller blades that is. HAHA. I actually left the old ward feeling a tinge of sadness as i leave the nurses and the 7 companions whom i used to blantantly staring. SO Imagine my shock when they wheeled me to a class A ward!!!!!!!!!! no increase in charges, with my personal TV and Shower and phone and WINDOW VIEW of the outside world! Room with aircon and privacy!!! whoa, plus a personal nurse to tend to me. till today, i'm baffled by what happened.
Class A ward. single bedded ward and i was actually feeling uncomfortable ...initially. it was too quiet. the Aircon was so quiet the air seem still. The staff seemed so out of reach as i had my own room and corridor i can even wheel myself to do stunts! and that's when i saw, i even had a security camera on top of me so monitor me in the room. WHOA WHOA WHOA. i absorbed in the stillness of the room for like 5 mins ( i noe it's 5 mins becos i have a clock hanging on the wall)and i couldn take it. haha,weird eh? then i tell myself if i have to survive for more than the next 5 mins, i better take the remote control and on the TV. And suddenly i was transported to modern times. I was brought to a world of CNN and Channel News Asia, no longer a world which i self-configured and consisted of mainly 7 other ladies. As i watched the news of dengue update, i gave an ironic laugh as i laid on bed.
Tho class A has its perks, i had no doubt, relished the moments in class C. it was like an ephipheny of how once used to a comfortable environment, we take what we have for granted. Comfort is taken as raw basics and anything below that is unimaginable. A life many has forgotten or not even lived before. How many of us sleep in aircon rooms? How many of us turned on the TV at least once, taken ur literacy for granted? How many of us spent hours just not speaking to others, not reading books or magazines, not watching TV, movies ?Rather, just absorbing the surroundings, taking in the sights and sound ( not TV) and do nothing else???By yourself? If anything, the hospital stay allowed me to do that. The days and nights in CLass C where i had no TV, no books, no one to talk to except myself in my head. When i looked up, stared into space and just allow thoughts to flow and stop at their ease and not due to external disturbance.
if anything, i'll say there's too much external disturbance in our world that we tend to forget, tho no man is an island, an island offers the occasional retreat which is much required in an increasingly disturbing world.