Cartoon Heroes

For the benefit of those who hasn watched the film, i shant elaborate or add in my review for the movie.

But, do allow me to indulge myself in a bit of fantasy, my xmen fantasy, once again, after each movie of XMEN, i find myself discussing the possibility of meeting a mutant, toying with the idea of being a mutant, wondering what power i would like to have if i am one.

It's quite coincidental that my day revolves about superheros with their supernatural powers. Before i see those raised eyebrows, let me elaborate that prior to waiting for the movie, we were seated at KFC, some having our late lunch, while... for some reason or another, we started talking about our childhood heroes.

And if you are about my age, you might recall the cartoon series of Captain Planet. For the ignorant and forgetful, here's an image:


Although we cant remember bulk of the cartoon, we remembered the characters, and haha, experienced our share of role-playing certain heroes/heroines in the cartoon. For those who's still with me on this, there's 5 characters, 'WHEN COMBINED' will give you CAPTAIN PLANET, the hero with the bluish face.

Well, i think i wanted to be "water " then, cos i realized she's asian and we both sport similar hairstyles. Yah, stereotypes.

And so, munching my zinger, discussing from mutant teenage ninja turtles to captain planets and back to xmens, we made our way to the cinema after our meal. I sat abate as the story unfolds.

Have u ever thought what it's like to possess a power others dont?

As i read what i wrote above regarding my xmen fantasty, wondering what power i will like to have, i realize a point--

That is, mutants do not get to choose the powers they like. They are born this way. Like it anot, the power/the gift/the skill is here to stay. Of cos, unless they find a "cure".

For some, it's really more of a curse and hindrance to them rather than boosting their self-esteem. Made me wonder, in today's local context, do our prodigies feel alienated in certain ways? Do they find it hard fitting the crowd? After all, Xavier's school for mutants was clearly shown as a School for Gifted Children.

Perhaps, it's not handling on their own that's hard, it's facing the rest of the world, and making presumptions, or thinking how the rest of the world will set their judgement upon them that's making it horrible.

Standing between charles and eric, (professor xavier and magnet0) , both with their stand on how mutant should deal with their powers. Should they control it? or should they hone it, allowing it to expose, explode even, to its fullest potential?

Well, i wont know. i'm not a mutant. Tho i tot it's cool able to know what people are thinking, without them knowing your invading their thought. Right, mean thought. Oh add in the part, where u can control where and when to switch off that mode.

But i guess "The Last Stand" shown me not all mutant powers are cool and fantastic, i mean, i wont regard flaunting my porcupines pricks as anything cool. Or, just banging your head through columns of walls after walls...Wont ya?

MAY DAY amplified

First and forth most, HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUFFY! let's come together to wish him a happy 26th birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CCL!

Called him last night when i just reached timbre. Kinda missed the exact hour when i struggled with finding the carpark. Anyway, mr chiang is sick and i hope he takes good care of himself while he've over at bangkok. Recover soon.

So many mays' birthday. MAY is the month i bid good bye to the notes in my bank account. You know, when a plane's about to crash and people starting yelling "mayday", for me, i put myself through "MAY MONTH!" as the figures in my account start crashing down.

Well, yesterday marked my virgin trip to Timbre. (picture taken off Timbre's website)

A pretty comfy chill-out place which giles had highly recommended and where i' was supposed to meet up with amy-san.

TIMMY the band was playing there, and some pretty decent tunes were belted out . As there were two drivers, me and von avoided alcohols, they dont even serve mocktails there. So, yup... was deciding between lychee martini and erm.. Softdrinks. And in the end, give way to positive peer pressure and took the latter. HAHA.

Tried the thin crust pizza, not bad. Just that with a live-band, it's quite hard to talk, so we had to pace ourselves and makan (while enjoying the music) and start talking in between breaks.

Sorry no photos, was a last minute decision to hang out at timbre after meet up the girls and my roomie's bf. Haha, overall, quite a nice experience. Marks a first for our squad.

Jeli, u know we reached timbre only at about 12 plus and left at 2 plus. We spent an hour on the roads, and a short while mingling near von's pool. Teng and i came up with a new exercise regime. Next time to try it out as squad when we have our sleep over at vont's place.

Once again, a sincere wish that CCL recovers soon and that he'll be able to head out for his birthday.

Something new

Qn: How do you know you found a piece of heaven?

My ans: You wont know until you suddenly thought of this question out of the blue, when you're thinking of finding words, phrase to describe your current predicament.

A piece of heaven, probably too much of an exaggeration but deems wise if compared to my previous working experience.

Sadly, mental blogging block, only conjuring up materials in the most unopportune time. Like while standing on the train to work, like boarding the shuttle bus to the train station back home.

There's always something new on the morning working crowd to work, if you look hard enough, bother to change train cabins, bother to board different timings of the morning train, or if you're boliao enough like yours truely.

Always something new, be it the overall dress sense, the habits one have while on the train ( doing sudoku, word puzzles, playing brick game), the different reading materials. (today i spot wall street journal).=)

Maybe human is divine

The search for a secret so great, that if told, could jeopardise the faith of millions, crashing lives, breaking centuries of stories, traditions passed.

For a power that great, i wondered if releasing the secret is indeed justified.

Some says, telling the truth will set you free, but what if frees you and cages the the rest?

What's with differentiating mortality and divinity? Is it that crucial to draw a line and not let both coexist? or even merge as one?

Maybe human is divine.

Happy birthday VONNIE!

Spent my first friday after working @ my new place with vont- my friend since primary 5.

Yup, the word "primary 5" sounds hideous now. But well, when we were a tad 11.

Today marks vont's 24th birthday. Happy birthday ol pal. we've known each other for more than half of our lives. Oh that reminds me. Gotta help her check something.

A swesen's firehouse happy birthday. A candle. A wish. Silly remarks, sharing updates. A happy evening.

Happy Birthday again von, *hugs*.

The beginning of the end

Hiya all, especially vick who requested for a post

=)
actually been itching to write even if nobody ask for it. Wanted to blog FULL Blast leading to the day i started work-- Today. But alas, hooey hasn worked for quite a while, her' biological clock got all screwed and she found herself sleeping with the dinner plate on the tummy as she laid on the bed while watching tv.

at 8ish pm. Yes. Horrifying disguisting thought. i know.

So, instead of going to the fine details of how i've passed my days, and my wonderful start today, i shall just post some pictures taken over the week.=) will come back and recap.
Home-made, self configured BBQ session to celebrate last long weekend before i end my hoilday stint and celebrate bro's birthday!

pathetic as we shifted pit to the front porch to encounter a heavy downpour. Now, when's the last time u seen a bbq pit sheltered by an umbrella, supported by two rocks?

hooey's marinated bbq with honey garlic sauce chicken wings. Any takers????

i believe, this is what they call... a FUR BALL. rugby shaped dont ya think?
14th may 06- to most of you it's mother's day. to the zhangs, it's mother's day coupled with bro's 19th birthday plus dad's one day belated birthday. That prob explains the crowded spectators on the cake. Dont say the cake small k. I purposely buy small one. Was at the club sitting at table 19.

Bro totally not sporting, I was singing "HAPPY BIRTHDAY to.. " and he just blew all the candles at one shot, leaving dad and mum bewildered. Me , sis and baby bro "speechless" or rather songless. hmmm.. i wonder if it's due to the fact that we PURPLELY sing LOUD LOUD.*shrugs*

i know this is totally irrelevant, i got myself a mp3 player to end this holiday stint just one day before i start work. Was contemplating between ipod nano and this. So badly. The internal struggle could just kill me on the spot and the salesperson explaining would never know.

okay, finally finish uploading my songs. I had a good first day at work. Told some of u all how it was like already. Hooey's tired. Share more tom=)

I'm thinking of treating my mum to a spa at batam, just a short getaway. Heard there's this really good place. However, my mum wants me to settle on my work before enjoying. So, besides pestering dear Hr lady(let's call her miss w.) on a daily basis, i've been fantasizing how i will want to mingle with the rest of my common age-the working crowd, instead of the mingling with the cat fighting over the couch. Winner gets the remote.
Playing dead: hate it when it looks so comfortable and oblivious to the surroundings.

tuesday noon

Buying roast chicken rice and traditional kopi tiam kopi for lunch, eating in the comfort of her room with the straits times for companion make hooey a contented soul for 27 mins.

I dont know how she does it

i seek the understanding of those who read my previous as well as the many posts which i wrote without double checking. Knew i lacked the excellent and fine writing, more astonished with the magnitude of my grammatical erros. Pardons requestd.

but then again, i'm just being polite by apologizing for my writing. it's my blog. =0 as long i understand can liao CO-ract?

i'v been thinking alot about writing. Came across books, movies that made me wonder why some had such an acute sense of observation when it comes to their writing. How they are able to pen down what they see, feel, encounter into words translating into scenes played in our mind( or tv), so seemingly familiar it touched a chord with us, made us nod in agreement, made us admire their wit, their sharpness, marvel at their descriptions.

Just finished a book written by A. Pearson. She's one amazing observer, and i felt as tho i wasn reading a fictional book, as tho it's really her life she's painting. Such details, (sarcasm at times) to life's daily somewhat mundane stuffs, theories about gender roles but became more livid and colorful upon her stroke of writing.

will love to rave more about this book, but not on my lappie. i got a problem typing "e". Wait till i lay my hands on that desktop.
adios.
hooey..
Movies caught on HBO: " Harriet the spy", " In good company", " Little black Book"

Post rally

The polls are finally over and results announced. And that also concludes my first rally, first voting, my first participation in the political election. Hunnywen has blogged out my first rally and that sure brought back wonderful flashbacks.

Indeed, the past week was lit with highlights, manifestos, little flags, sirens with political figures doing their rounds, new plans, promises of new lease of improvements, more pictures of your estates circulated than you actually seen in the past few years.

i had an enriching experience just going to the rally. The way to the open field was covered with trails of the young and elderly. People rallying for support, people carrying souvenirs supporting their parties. People mostly in their work attire or the bulk sporting their after dinner - berms, polo tees or plain XXL comfy cotton tees, i sported an adult who's prob sleeping early cos he was in his matching blue pyjamas with yellow motifs.

People came well- prepared with mats, make-shift chairs, umbrellas, binoculars, it's so nice to know people, true-blue singaporeans, regardless of their race, age, occupation, residential gathering for a national event, of their own accord, despite the crowd, the incessant jams, the muddy fields brought about by the ocassional showers who ALSO wanted to play a participating role. Have you had the honour of seeing mobs singaporeans wiping mud off their shoes, feets, thighs and not angry?I have. After the rally, mostly just shrugged and removing the traces of the brown sluggish stains. On my way back on the bus, i still hear people rooting for their leaders while walking back. Reminds me a funny episode hanwen and i had.

I wont comment much on the policies, my stands, my opinions and the results, i had my fair share listening, discussing, absorbing, Voting for that matter.

The secret dreamworld of two V.S crazy girls

Seeing my sister mugging through the night, i'm reminded of old days.
But this post aint about reminiscing, the sister's hungry, and i made her a cuppa milo to go with her biscuits.Not the grandest gesture, but sure made me feel good.=)

Blogstering. or Bloggoping - fusion between blogging + hopping. To realize, how simple, sometimes complex, how plain, how boring, how strange, how contented, how relatively adjusted i have turned out, churned out from those tender wee years. Still, i never got tired of reading people's lives, differences somewhat hooked me to carry on.

Hooeyphooey--Not a bimbo blog, not a witty blog, not enough pictureque scenes travel blog, not an intellect's blog, not philosphical, not an animal lover or hater blog, not a psychopath's blog, not a shopholic blog, nor is it plastered with narcissism (well, not that i have much look to flaunt). Not a suicidal blog, not a life-style celebrating-wine-fine dining-good food-clubs-pubs kinda blog, not an emotional rollercoaster blog, not a photoshopped blog, not a blog on how to cook, or remove-that-greasy-stain-useful kinda blog, .. it's alot of not___ blog.

Perhaps, it's better left with no adjectives so that it can exposed to all sort, immune to all classifications, void of generalizations and expectations.

Not that i wanted to spark off politics in this post, but cant help but feel lit hyped up with all the actions that going on in my precinct. Weee Yippie!!!! Welcome massive jams caused by rallies and loud vehicles full with flags and waving people!!!!Many a times tempted to capture the action but decided against it.

Still, me and hunnywenny been just smsing, been on phone to haolian each other's latest updates, actions going on in our respective zones. role-playing as mobile's correspondence, hearing rallies over each other's mobile.

Like to thank hunnywenny alot, been spending much much more quantity time together, and ( hey, quality is never doubted =). Be it shopping online checking tops together, we giving our two nickle worth of fashion advice (ok, more of me needing her help) on deciding what to and not purchase, hoping to chalk up the amount so that shipping is free, me just roped in the sister.

Thanks to her for bearing with me. Bearing my sometimes non-existance nature. Sharing her stuffs with me. Her Concern for me. Yoz, i'm so proud to know i'm the person she can talk(call me on her mobile) while driving from one destination till she reverse parked ( can hear her vehicle's reverse sensor) into parking lot of her desired destination.

Remember our chilling session at ur swimming club. Hiaks.

She's one girl, i'm so comfortable one-to-one even having not met for eons.

Great!...more fashion discussions and budget management with wen for now.
=)

p/s: been surfing when i chance upon this "excuse generator" . Where obviously, this machine comes up with excuses when u want to weasel out of something.

Eg. i really love to (unpleasant task here) but i cant because i have to ____my_____ ____.

Guess what i rolled out?
"Paint, sunburnt , ego"