Quote of the night

" Appreciate those who iron your clothes "

taking flight

To add a note,

today marks a special day for me and ruffy. Happy special day ruffy! *winks*
we both spent this day flying. So romantic right? but hiaks, with each of us taking different flights, from 2 different countries, to 2 different destinations, setting off 2 hours apart.

We spent this special day for a few minutes or so, in the clear blue skies, travelling in different directions, but nevertheless... together.=)

*sheepish*

Must be e pace of place

"Today marks the first day i reach a new country.
Flying high up in the sky, i am amazed by how clouds keep me entertained
i took lotsa pictures, but alas, i left my cable behind, so i couldn quite express how i really felt

Now, i 'm in the hotel room, with CAble tv and aircon and big bed waiting,
It's jsut so tempting, to log off and go straight to sleeping
I know i'm probably not making much sense.
I'm tired when it's not even half past ten

Gosh, i'm must be exhausted from the new sights !! the people i meeet
shall post pictures up soon.. for all to see

meanwhile, adios to those who pop in..
i hope you had a lovely day
and that you've an even better tomorrow
as i sat down and pray

Read the news about the earthquake
Mixed feelings array
Take a moment to feel
in times so surreal
Fighting the forces of nature,
in the midst of all these,
you and i have lots to be thankful
for enjoying the peace

I wish u happiness,
i wish u love,
i wish u a calmful mind
i wish u a fruitful find

and most imptly,
i wish ur able to live life
in the best way u deem possible
cherishing your loved ones
in ways more than one."

Tibits for thought

Several questions came to mind when i was shuttling to places. Rather, its only this time when you're on public commute that you have the luxury of observing people as that instant, we are all nothing but merely passengers of the train, bus that leads to each of our destinations.

Thought i should pop these trivial questions down along with their answers ( did a google on them) =) sharing little things which, on gaining the knowledge will not make you feel much like a einstein anyway, but at least it's something you can ponder and increase your quench to learn even more.=)

1. Why call them zebra crossings? why not other animals?

2. Why is browsing the different web pages called surfing? Why not dancing? Why not "wakeboarding the net"?


( A moment to think, and perhaps at the same time laugh at how i could seemingly come up with such boliao questions on the train) and i present the answers with their relevant sources. You cant anyhow claim credit ya noe.. even online.=)

ANSWERS:

1. Zebra crossings are simply called that, because of the white strips on the road. (DUH!!!)

- hooey is not satisfied with the answers, cos apparently, she has seen strips that are yellow! So what does that make them? a Bright Tiger crossing?

- also, for the record, when hooey was pondering about the zebra crossings, she HAD HAD i repeat, for a split second, wondered "DID the zebra come first before the strips? or the strips before the zebra?" and another point...

IS THE ZEBRA a white animal with black strips? or black animal with white strips?

2. The 1980s saw the use of surf regarding channel changing on television. The exact origin is not known, but it is clear why the word was generalised in this way - the passive nature of television allowed watchers to be carried along with the images much as a wave carries a surferWith the advent of the World Wide Web function of the internet in the early 1990s, vast amounts of data became available through hypertext web pages, and accessing information for pleasure became increasingly common. Use of surf to mean browsing web pages has become extremely popular, and is practically the standard definition of the word.d along with the images much as a wave carries a surfer.

(Source taken from surf@Everything2.com)


Just tibits for thoughts!Adios.. going to meet ruffy! for a few thankful hours which we both happen to be in singapore and free. That measly but precious few hours.

Memories Block in point form 123

eventful 2 weeks for me as i spend my first working month.. too much to elaborate in details. but i felt several objects will remind me of these days as i look back @ them years down the road.=)

1.NICE coach.
2.Sate sandwich.
3. Nice state
4. Big house with nice bed where i jus so look forward to everynight and linger every morning
5. Racing to catch the half-hourly trains
6. Catching and failing to secure a seat for the next half an hour
7. Actual Realization of the chairs color of this particular LRT line which we had to squeeze with 10000people. okie that's just a quote. imagine, my "breathing being perimenter"* is restricted to less than half a size 6 shoe space.


*Breathing Being perimeter(BBP)" : A self-conjured term from hooey herself. Defined as the amount of Action space (breathing space) around you. If you have a BBP of two arm lengths, this mean the nearest person's only way of any body contact is when both of u hold up ur arms and touch only each other fingers' from where your standing. so by perimeter-- meaning radius.

illustrated below with complements from "hooeygallerarts"















(now read back the above statement i made in memory #6 and say.. "AHH...." with understanding)

7. Trying Spicy food. Everything seem spicy hot.
8. Driving... exploring NICE BRIDGES
9. COLD BLISTERING COLD AIRCON
10. skin like snake. (YUCKS)
11. 3 visits to pharmacy in 3 consecutive days to buy body care products.=)
12.going up 69storey with stuck ears.
13. fav hangout @ the pantry chatting to NICE aunty who makes delicious coffee plus snacks
14. Hate to be the slow student, asking questions @ almost every tasks. NEVER been more inqusitive my whole studentlife. By far, the most noisy student. == dont include those zzzing.
15. BBall
16. Blading
17. Bailey's honour!=)
18. Grocery hunt! aka our regular shopping regime.
19. Pancakes. yes i finally "ah CHA" NONA my senior.
20. Learning new languages phrases.
21... sitting on bed wanting to zz but still on line.. like NOW.
22. Darn the alarm clock.
23. Friends!!!!
24.....
25.. PHOTOS!!


good night my friends=)

Making a new friend

I made a new friend.

A friend somewhat special. A friend who's so transient if i should say.
I've only seen her her this week, tho she has been around for 23 years.
She may have surfaced much earlier,
but i'm surprised her tolerance took her fear

She hangs around the corporate world, only a passer-by
As she hustles and mingles, she immersed herself in sights so fine
She pops in and out of her little thoughts,
she glances to and fro the towers sought
She understands she's no longer in her garden,
and learning as she might,
her memories holding tight.

She speaks words of a child to people whose words are so profound
She finds herself alienated and yet strangely attracted to the sights and sounds
She makes me see another side of myself, she saw the bounds in me
The devil sprang about when my nerve was so challenged by a particular soul
Whose voice, actions, or slightest twitch could turn me foul
My friend took over the episode, and suddenly,
i stand ugly viewing myself in a different light.
Moods were flipped just as words were exchanged

A voice reminds to tone down
and let things by
Life's aint always cool and no use making it fry
A gentle breeze veiled across, my friend subsides
Retreating to a spot where I might find
Sometimes, all it takes is a little smile

Bitching with celebrity status

okie.i'm abit pissed now, cos my post just vanished out of no where and i was so into the mood of just frantically typing and releasing my thoughts like flood gates. * deep breath *...(here goes)

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

update: hooey's in KL on her first working trip.

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!-)

First working day

There's something so gratifying about going to work for the first 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

Something which needs getting used to

Sending ruffy off.

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.=)

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. Phoebe 70% Rachel 60% Joey 55% Chandler 40% Monica 40% Ross 35% Which Friend are you? created with QuizFarm.com

Let's see if i can compile the gang. Tell me what friend are u!=)

Keyboards that dont always say what they mean

Came across this line when i was reading some online articles. Interesting sentence that prompted me to read on. Keyboards, as all we know, have become an integral part, a necessary tool in our day to day communications. Many rely on it much more than the phone and i'm one good example where my fingers spent most of their waking hours on it than on devices such as the remote or good old pencil. So, it came as a surprise, when i read the sentence again as i was afraid i was missing out on something so impt. Why will there be keyboards that dont always say what they mean when keyboards themselves are void of emotions --which you and i both know, can be highly complicated and misleading.

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

Apt title as 8 friends spent an hour plus just catching up over fruit platters. Would love to post the 8 different expressions but due to a technical fault.. i present the first 5 people. My second photo-stitch.Sorry mr V and mr GG, we are left out of this stitch. But no fret... for more pics to come.





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.

Jumble rumble what a fumble

okay, the titles goes to show this is a mixed up blog. Photos seen are outdated but somewhat not neglected becos of their signifcance in my life. yes, very significant life we are discussing here.hiaks

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.

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?

The hospital story

wow, it's been more than half a month since i last blogged? *paused*

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.

i walk alone

Current music: "Boulevard of Broken Dreams"

tuesday cooling morning

hooey is in one of her moods again.

breezy morning brought after a rain shower.Add in the tranquil and rare ocassion of having the whole house to myself. Hearing nothing except for the fan and the vehicles passing my house. It's really cool. One of those mornings where u can do just about anything, and i chose friendstering. Now now, that doesn seem a hip option dont ya think? Or so, i felt. Used to think that's what people with nothing to do DO (if u noe what i mean). Checking or perhaps snooping on friends' lives. Scrutinizing for any new pictures, which might provide clues to their er hmm, relationship status ( COMEON, ADMIT IT if ur' one of those... iAM!) haha. That's what friends are for eh? i mean friendster.

Nah, back to the point, i was friendstering... yes, partly becos i'm free and that there' aint many websites that pretty much interest me. Used to go the writers' corner in msn group but eversince they kinda changed their contents and layout, so has my interest. It's actually quite a fruitful session to go friendstering once in a while. I'm not too sure how many of u experienced this, but personally everytime i browsed ( overview) of my friends' profile, i cant help but wonder how people have changed( in other words, comparing theirs to mine), more so for those who went overseas. Some of these friends dated back to primary school when dorky specs was a neccesity fashion if you're myopic and haircuts were somewhat standardized to a certain code of discipline. And now, after a decade or more (gosh, there's something with me and passing time), we have changed! Some drastically more than others. As we more or less start embarking on the next phase of our lives, i ponder how we will be like in another decade or so. So far, while scanning, i am proud to know, that i have laywers, doctors to be, operation analysts, model, many engineers, accountants, director!, in my friendster list. Imagine that? Tho we might not be close and chummy and comeon, how many on our friendster list do we often meet up. No, put it this way, how many friends on the list have u seen in the last year?

i'm not too sure what point i'm driving at. Afterall, it's a quiet monday morning, erm not so quiet anymore now that i suddenly hear people cutting grasses. i believe the last time i heard that was in NTU hall 14 while i was trying to catch a snooze! SOrry, back to the point... of no point. It's very interesting to note, how we all started on the same platform, same basic primary education and how, different paths and decision along the way led us to who we become. Read a poem off bill watterson's Calvin and HObbes treasury, which mentioned something that, how we often dont realize how we got to our present situation, and how many many years ago, that one decision or baby step u took lead u to many more turns and decisions which.. brought u to who and where u are today. That lit step might seem insignificant then;but if not for that little step there will not be many more. Enlightening some may feel, indeed, i was inspired for like 10 mins. Haha, when i tot, how fragile and seemingly intricate life might seem. I mean, it's easy to say "heck it, just take the first step... if u worry so much, u will never get anywhere" , but then again a little voice might say "one first step, one wrong step. Will u have chance to return or start from the begining, or do u just take where that step leads u?"

Maybe it's the fear of a first job. A first step. A baby step. One will not know where one will go from here. I tell myself to approach life and things as they come with an open mind. Open to judgement, open to alternatives.HAha, but the very fact, that one is so open that the precarious coexistance of the two extreme tots just overwhelms hooey.

hooeyphooey. I do deserve this nick.=)

The party's a BIZMO!

okay, no idea where that came from. It just popped out of nowhere. Koon's party !kinda bad that we din stay for long but i had no doubt that my friend has a wonderful time last night. Dude, if you're reading this, Here's another Happy birthday wish!Hope u were happy last night, snapping pictures with the bevy of beauties, of cos let's not forget the hourly snapshots. =)

Tho we din stay for long, but it was indeed a nice opportunity to meet up with old friends, over bbq. I've learnt and ascertained for sure that i'm no GOod with bbq stuffs, but i'm quite contented with buttering food and playing with the tongs acting busy once in a while. Taking the skewers and checking if the food is cooked (which to date..i still consider that an art actually).

So, since i had to make myself useful one way or another, i took snapshots. Again, no better way to relish the moments but to look at snapshots alright? Some candid shots, some group photos, whether caught in the act or deliberate posed, it doesn matter as long the memories stay. *on a VERY side note, is it a sweltering hot day today?!* i mean, the hot humid weather is getting to me. The ray and dust piercing into my soul (dramatisation noted).*slops... i will wish for a snowy moutain now man. Give me sleighs or skis, heck the fact i haven even touched those. I'll take them with pride and ski down the slopes, crashing into bushes or trees like what calvin (& hobbes) did and then laugh it off as i head into the log cabin with my soaked winter wear with hot chocolates awaiting by the fire. Darn, those comics have a hypnotising effect on me.

*Earth to hooey Earth to hooey*, pictures my friends.....


"let's get the party started!"





Things are looking good ....

The Busy, the rich, the powerful, the crazy, the whacky and hopelessly fun-loving birthday boy.

All waiting for a piece of action... prob the food.


We heard of MEN IN BLACK.
I present... the MEN with TONGS!
*hiaks*
(doesn sound nice to say 'men in tongs' eh.. oppsie)
miss shannie with... is that a piece of chao da satay?

Interesting how these two like to pose with their packet drinks.
Yeos and their models.

PICTures and more pictures!!!!

something's happening to the pit...

aren they cute?
candid moments of the photogenic couple.















haha.... some funny shots before the gang's dismissed. Ruffy's a party crasher aka party crasher leader aka law-abidding reservist boy. No lah, he gotta head back to camp. CAMP. fullstop.=)

Happy pic to conclude! koon's welcoming with his open arms... hmm.. we know we know.