Steps to the Next Storey in Life
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You want to be there for everybody but there is only ONE you.
You try to make sense of it all but it all seems to make you the fool for being .. perhaps naive?
Or maybe you think everybody is what they seem to be.
Kinda like most of the folks who are now your really close friends, especially those you couldn’t stand when you first met. One day, just one day after a conversation and/or copious amounts of alcohol… you realise this person isn’t so bad afterall!
We could share similiar views on certain topics that we are both passionate about, we share the same beliefs on certain things. Hell, we even believe in the same rules in life.
But everybody has a different set of rules. One man’s meat is another vegetarian’s poison.
There IS no right or wrong. You do something and make sure nobody gets hurt before finding more than two reasons to justify your action. I don’t really see anything wrong in that.
But how do you know when somebody hurts?
Why does a troubled heart attract you so? You want to mend it for them, whatever it takes. You feel responsible for granting them a little glimpse of happiness in things they’ve neglected to be grateful for.
Little things.
Love isn’t just about your soulmate. Love is about being able to survive in this world by being somewhat in sync with something… anything. You find something to be passionate about. You find something to believe in. You find something that makes you smile.
All baby animals are cute. Human ones too.
Breaking into a wide grin, because you remember something/somewhere/someone fanstastic. Or you could just break into a grin for the hell of it. It works wonder to keep you young, try it!
Jumping up and down like a child on a bed , especially those in a hotel room. Make that the first thing you do the next time you book one.
Perhaps one day you meet someone who is just as passionate, believable and … makes you smile.
Spunkymonkee is grateful for vodka, it is a pretty decent replacement for beer.
Weeeeeeeeeeee……..
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My hair is a mess, I oughta get a hair cut soon.
Bunch of us went to Prince of Wales last night, I resisted the beer and Bel got me some vodka. The company was great and everybody was having a bloody good time until the next table made some comment about us smoking.
Idiot at the next table: (After Randy put out his cigarette) Thank goodness, it’s been blowing in our faces.. we’re almost coughing here!
I’m sure most people who go there are aware that the bar inside is non-smoking, which is why we were sitting OUTSIDE where the ashtrays were provided. There was a huge fan blowing our way so, hey… I guess our smoke was blowing in their direction. My advice to these non-singaporeans:
GO AND SIT INSIDE LAAAAARRR!?!!!!!
Mustafa is a wonderful place to roam in during the wee hours of the morning. I had plans to get myself a real alarm clock since I MISSED my phone alarm on monday, therefore I MISSED my practical lesson.. (KNN) I did however make it to the e-trial tests to prepare for my RTT. I am happy to announce that I passed 7 out of 8 papers I tried. RTT shouldn’t be a problem on NYE. Yep, it’s in the morning on 31 Dec 2005.
Which is why I wanted to buy the alarm clock.
So we made some quiet plans to carry on drinking at Joan’s place. Brought lotsa beer and some Fish flavoured Muruku (don’t make a face until you’ve tried it, it’s happening!) The session went on till 6.30AM. We talked and laffed and sang and played guitar and one of us danced… Then Joan suggested we should go for a morning swim.
A morning swim while buzzing from beer.
That sounds really dangerous. *I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone just because I survived*
I was already freezing from sitting on her balcony all early morning.
The beer made me say OK. I went home to get the swimsuit and scared the hell outta my neighbour by greeting him with :
GOOD MORNING! I’M GOING FOR A SWIM!!
The neighbour smiled and took the stairs to go down.
We live on the 13th floor……
So I-Robot and I got in the lift and went downstairs to meet Joan. The lift stopped on the 8th.
More neighbours.
We reeked of alcohol. Haha.
The pool was freakin’ cold. It was CROWDED at 7.30AM… I had to check my blind spot while swimming cos everybody was weaving in and out of the lanes.
Ten laps later I decided we’ve had enough fun.
To think all we wanted to do was to float around… I guess I need the exercise.
And here’s the bike I will be purchasing when I get that Class 2B licence:
It’s gonna need some work, check back here for the finished product!
Spunkymonkee is grateful for water, without it she would get very very thirsty.
Wrench
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I’ve been hanging out at this bar for the past two months.
It’s almost become a second home.
They play great music (ROCK!) and serve great snacks: Chicken Wings, Honey Mustard Chicken, Hotdog (the most happening will be the WERKZ) and Nachos… mmm, CHEEEEEESE Nachos….
There’s a pool table and lotsa space to walk around.
Everybody there is friendly, most of them bikers. There’s no discrimination so you don’t have to own a Harley to park your bike outside the bar.
Bunch of guys from the Warpigs run this place and I’ve known two of them since I started going to Next Page during the days when you could still park on the side of Mhd Sultan (UE Square wasn’t even halfway up then….)
What’s good about this place? There are no posers man, everybody’s there to have a good time. Tonight we sang along to all the rock ballads they could play on their list (there isn’t a live band but with the songs they have in their collection who needs one??). When was the last time you heard Where You Going Now by Damn Yankees?? Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad by Def Leppard?
It’s all good, this place.
Spunkymonkee is thankful for rainy nights when she can sleep without the air-con.
Typo Consequences
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It was brought to my attention by Makanguru that if you spell ‘monkey’ instead of ‘monkee’ in my domain name, you get to an adult friend-finder site.
In fact we found out by accident, really.
I was sitting at CBTL with Makan trying to learn a thing or two about Wordpress from him.
Makan: What’s your blog address?
Spunky: Spunkymonkee.com
(Makan types in the address really fast)
Makan: OMG! What’s this??
BOOBIES. I see BOOBIES…
Spunky looks at Makan for awhile.. then realised Makan’s ‘typo’.
Spunky: Alamaaaaaak, MonkEE larrrrrr!!!
Makan: Wahahhaaa! (He said something else after that, it’s been days and my memory fails me..)
Days later while online with Duck, Makan shares with Duck his discovery.
Duck asks Spunkymonkee how come he cannot see her picture in that site.
KNN…..
I also received an sms from a girlfriend this morning:
Hey wat’s your blog site add again? Cos I tried *(insert site address)* and they directed me to some porn site!
Spunkymonkee is grateful for her sense of touch. Without it she wouldn’t know what fun tickling can be. 
Spring is cool, when will winter arrive?
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The best question they’ll ask when you tell someone you dreamt about them:
Was I naked?
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I don’t want this to be an entertainment stop. Not like the rest of my life, those of you who know me know what I am talking about. Leyn says this is real. There’s always SOMETHING to be grateful for everyday.
Ah Seng told me last night there’s a 2nd hand DR 200 up for sale. *drool* Gotta check it out soon!
The Suzuki DR200 is a 4 stroke dirt bike that goes at its fastest of 110km/hr. I thought it the perfect bike for me, a beginner. I used to think I wanted a bike licence cos I wanted to get from Point A to Point B.
That is until Mr Absolut told me it’s not about that at all.
It is really about the journey in between the two points.
Much like life, really.
Our birthdate is always much sought after in the conversation between people who just meet.
Common question: “When is your birthday?”
“Oh! You’re a *insert horroscope zodiac sign here*”
Capris are like that, Virgos are like this. BUT I am like this cos blah blah blah blah….
I don’t even wanna tell people my birthdate.(want to buy me present issit??) Especially not on the first day we meet. I don’t want them to think me a certain way according to their expert views on horrorscope.
Ever wonder why they bother to have Celebrity Birthdays printed on the papers, the magazines? Does it make us feel any better to be born on the same day as… say Paris Hilton? * I like her cos she didn’t go for a boob job*
Hell, she’s got money to burn and you don’t. So think about it.
Or maybe not. Don’t think too hard, my friends. Life is about what YOU make of it, not about what you DIDN’T do or ACHIEVE. Life is about what you’ve done so far and what you WILL do next.
Sure, it’s easy to diss the next person with a dream. Everybody has dreams.
Few actually do something to realise them.
Some fear the day they die, that they would look back and wonder what the hell they’ve done and what they COULD’VE.
I hate it when people die. I hate it when animals die. I hate it that anything good has to end. That IS life though, it’s a cycle and we’re too caught up in our rat-race to notice it. With death springs life.
Some people might say at a funeral the deceased SHOULD’VE done this, COULD’VE done that. Not many stop to appreciate how the deceased touched their lives at some point.
We will all die one day. It’s how we live our lives that counts.
No regrets.
Spunkymonkee is grateful for her mother’s love.
Tuna?
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I had a dream.
In my dream I was meant to be doing some presentation on camera with RUOK. We didn’t really have lines, I had to ad-lib. I was getting very very annoyed with the director for some reason. She had a less-irritating AP with her. In the end. I was making a tuna-sandwich for them. Don’t make no sense at all.
I don’t know WHY I dreamt that. Possibly cos 1) I saw him at Wala last night.
2) I checked out his videos of his work on his site.
3) I am going to stop eating meat again. Yes I will still eat seafood.
We talked about how I decided acting was and is NOT for me. I think Vince has the potential to be a very good actor. Good luck dude.
I’ll have to REPEAT my first pratical for my Class 2B next tuesday. Goddamn the smelly elbow pads provided at CDC. Thank goodness I bought my own helmet.
Spunkymonkee is grateful for the happening Chwee Kueh at the hawkers downstairs.
