What to Write
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Random ramblings are the result of serious lack of rest.
Dentist
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I know I used to love going to the dentist when I was in Primary School. The dental nurse was so knowledgeable, I clung on to every word she said. Brush my teeth regularly, floss my teeth regularly.. maybe I didn’t cling on to the words when she said to avoid too much sugary stuff.
C’mon, I was a kid.
Fast forward to now, I have not been fantastic at going to the dentist. I am writing this at the wee hours of the morning, to sort of give me a push to book my next appointment. I was almost a month ago that I went back to my dentist, after almost FIVE years of not seeing her.
Note to everyone: See your dentist once every SIX MONTHS. Don’t just rock up and wave, like, really book an appointment!
I was meant to go back to her a week after our last appointment. It took her a while to really clean out my teeth and boy did she have to do a lot of work. She also had to put up with my bleeding gums. The job could not be fully completed as I think she wanted to give my gums a break. Know this, that she did a fantastic job and my teeth feel absolutely faaaaab.
I also stopped the nicotine habit for two months prior to seeing her. Which means now my teeth are REALLY clean, I don’t have to worry about the stains on the insides of my lower teeth. I know, I know.. nobody can see those stains, right? But she can, and I swear the teeth even feel different now that I don’t smoke.
Another awesome thing about my dentist. She has a collection of toys in the room ( her junior clientele is growing)
It got the kid in me smiling 
Piglet with BRACES! How cute!
Last but not least…
I call this.. yoga giraffe.
May the enamel be with you.
Woah..where have I been?
Posted by spunky | Filed under Monkee Bizniz, Monkee See
Not around here, that’s for sure.
I dunno. It seems when the general population feels the need to update status via Facebook and Twitter, that good ol’ fashion blogging seems to be.. well, old fashion. I have questioned if I have THAT much to talk about. Maybe I do, many when I am sitting by myself (which is pretty much most of my precious free time), clicking away at random pages, videos and …yes, FACEBOOK, I might have thought about something.
But it got distracted. By someone else’s note. Someone else’s picture. Someone else’s joy, someone else’s misfortune. Why am I such a nosy muthafucka?
Isn’t everyone?
Ok, so I’ve renewed my Flickr account and decided to dedicate the precious shots to Flickr account instead of Facebook account. Me thinks that is a wise choice.
Here we go…I like to take pictures of… the sky (mainly clouds)
Do you see what I see?
Buildings…
It’s the lines against the sky that interest me..
and SUNSETS….(or sunrise if I am up EARLY enough)
So yeah. I’m back!
I think….
Must be the Butter
Posted by spunky | Filed under Monkee See
This little friend, found a new place to hang out, after the flatmates left a biscuit unattended..
It was looking so comfortable, I just left it there for the whole day. When we came home, we thought it had died cos it hardly moved. Fortunately, it ran away after being prodded.
Must be the smell of butter….
Tags: Lizard
Second Thought
Posted by spunky | Filed under Monkee Brain
I just received a message from an old friend, she who has beautiful, long, blonde hair and soulful eyes. I do miss those days where we would spend hours talking in her bedroom, with her cat snuggled at my feet, causing me much grief because of my most unfortunate allergy to cats. The very animal I would want as a pet, when I have time for it. Tsk.
Back to her. She sent me a note saying she’s having second thoughts. About school, about her choice of subject.
I’ve made choices in my life, that I still remember. Some good, some not so good. Some really bad ones that haunt me to this day and when I look back, I tell myself that I’ve grown. I’ve grown to accept that I am only human. That for every bad decision and every fuck up I’ve ever gotten myself into, I am still very much alive now.
Regret: Such an easy word to pass our lips. As if it was an explanation for our somehow unfulfilled existence. Is there something I regret? That breakfast I had in the morning? That late night supper I should not have? That class I did not attend?
Nil, Nada,None. Perhaps I just have a very limited memory of things past. Which might work to my advantage.
I made choices in my career that led me to the poor but happy state that I live in now. I have almost no savings, there is no employer that pays my *shudder* CPF. I will probably never own an *double shudder* HDB flat. All things that most Singaporeans consider to be essential in their existence in this country. I would be considered the black sheep of the family, with minimal education and somewhat street-wise.
Have I made my wishes come true? My friend certainly thinks so. But it was her words, those two little words that made me think.
Second thoughts
At any point in our lives we will have second thoughts. At any point in our lives we will question our decisions. And at any point of our lives, I believe we can have the power to decide what the hell it is we want to do, even if we have to give something up to pursue that second thought.
And guess what? When that second thought doesn’t work out, you bet you could work on another one.
Until you find your true self.
Reading and Doing and The Annual Drinking Binge
Posted by spunky | Filed under Monkee Bar, Monkee Do
Ooh. I almost forgot you. Almost forgot that there is some place I can pen my thoughts, observations, complaints and what nots.
That I have actually been READING. Halfway is the best word to describe my reading skills. I am halfway thru at least 3 books. What possessed me to start another when I haven’t finished one? Did that last book actually bore me? Or did it simply not speak to me like it used to?
I sped throught Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain. I will say it here now. I have had a crush on him since I first saw him on cable TV, which I now do not have. I’m in love with the way he writes, speaks, cooks, eats, everything. It’s the way he engages the reader with his to-the-point, funny and colorful language (sometimes, literally) that holds me on the train, on the bus, in my bed, and wherever I can read the damn book. I peered into his life as a child, a young man learning how to cook, a cook, a chef. I now know that I would just be contented cooking my silly recipes at home, not in a cafe, not in a restaurant. I would not have the balls to go through what he had to go through.
As with all the men I have a crush on, they are all taken. He’s happily married to Nancy.
Mambo Night at Zouk on Wednesday. This is year two. Year one was Steven, Sharon and I, knocking back tequila shot, downing beer and some wine, somehow making our way out of the club and safely crossing the road to a teochew porridge joint. Eating cockles with the porridge. That year, I came home and did THIS. Steven had food poisoning for four days.
Back to year two. This time, Sharon did not respond to our invite. Off I go with Steven and his mad friends. Members bar is full of young nubile things, in fact the whole of Zouk is filled with SYT. The sea of fake eyelashes threatened to drown us before the whiskey did. It was someone’s birthday, more girls at the table. One annoying one that I tried to ignore…. There was no dancing this time, I struggled to keep up with the boys. I knew I had to get myself home at the end of the night, be a little responsible.
Someone produced a gold membership card for Party World at the end of the night. As trashed as we were, as much as I really hate going to karaoke, I was totally up for the idea. The only way I can enjoy a karaoke session is when I am fully tanked up, which means I can no longer hold a decent tune. Karaoke is not for professional singers, it is for friends to get silly, sing out of key, have a mighty good laugh and a smashing time. There were mandarin oranges on the table, in line with the festive season, and a strange man we did not know (he tagged along) was peeling it for us, and dancing while we were singing. You can’t blame him for having a good time, and I was enjoying this odd, unplanned and slightly disturbing entertainment.
The last stop would be Coffee Club. Spunkymonkee decided to just have an Early Grey while the boys (who will be boys) carried on with more beer. Good call, if she didn’t want to repeat last year’s episode. I left the guys at close to 7am, they, possibly reminiscing old times (not that they’re THAT old), carried on till 10am.
I told you they were mad.
Tags: Mambo
