Bambi: Day One
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Well, I can’t really say Day One cos it took me two days to ride her back from the shop.
20th March 2007
I had butterflies in my stomach. Big fluttering ones. It’s been months since I last rode and there’s a HUGE difference between a Yamaha YBR and a Suzuki TS200R.
For starters, Bambi is a dirt bike. She’s tall and she’s WILD. I was dreading having to ride into on Geylang Road. I didn’t have a choice really…. my mechanic works in Geylang.
…..
Getting from the small lanes onto the main road was the most stressful thing yesterday night. I had to get to the Shell Station cos I needed to get some petrol and 2T for Bambi. Not much incident filling her up, just some simple calculation regarding 2T and petrol ratio.
The trouble started when I left Shell.
This is where the scary things started happening.
I was concentrating so hard I didn’t blink, so my lenses started moving about when I did, after getting onto the main road. I could still see but at this point I was getting paranoid. When I changed to the middle lane and blinked again the contact lenses decided that they didn’t like their dry environment and one of them wanted to pop out.
OMG I am behind a truck and I need to get that lens back into my eye!
I changed back into the left lane, half blind (as long as I didn’t see headlights behind me I moved swiftly) and hoping not to lose that lens.
Somehow I managed to save the lens, pop it back into my eye *ouch* and was sweating buckets by now. I wish I could get off the bike to grab a drink from the coffeeshop. But it was getting late and threatening to rain.
Next, getting back onto the main road. Almost ran into some China girls. Almost ran into cyclist going the wrong direction.
We decided to head to Wrench so I could rest my eye, possibly go home to swap helmets.
The wind and the full-faced helmet does not help. I need some safety glasses. After a drink at Wrench(Root Beer, I swear..) it was time to go.
Someone up there doesn’t want me to bring Bambi home. He decided that he was gonna pelt us with big droplets of rain.
I had to leave Bambi there.
I got a ride home with Mr KTM.
Sigh…
21st March 2007
I got a little restless being away from Bambi for so many hours. I want her home safe.
The plan was to make our way to Wrench to ride her home.
It started raining, around the time I was supposed to go pick her up.
KNN.
I’ve had Honey Stars and nothing else and I am beginning to get hungry. I want to pick Bambi up, ride somewhere to get some FOOD.
By the time I picked her up it was almost 6pm, threatening to rain again, and OMG THERE ARE SO MANY CARS ON THE ROAD!!
Stalling for the nth time every time I pull to a stop, I realised my clutch control wasn’t so fantastic and it takes a bit of effort squeezing it in when I am about to stop.
I have bruises on my legs from starting the bike. *kick once, .. then…KIIIICK!* The more cars piling up behind me the more I couldn’t get it right.
Arrgh.
Well I finally made it to some food.
Hungry, tired and sooooooo thirsty.
Finally at 7.50pm. Bambi arrives at my place.
Both owner and bike are in relatively good health and very much alive.
$232.35
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That’s how much I’ve spent on taxis so far this month, this is an estimate amount considering I sometimes forget to ask for a receipt from the taxi drivers. Plus the shared fares with people, I don’t have receipts from those either.
It’s not even the end of the month yet!!!
Money is rapidly flying out of my wallet.
I want to hibernate…
Not Okay
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Ryce’s verbal reminder that my blog is.. well, almost in deep freeze, prompted me to write.
I dunno. Besides sharing YouTube vids, sometimes I just draw a blank.
The fierce-opinionated-smart-talking -’blogger’ I am not. (so says *yoda*)
Boy do I love to procrastinate, I think I have i down to an art. The many Feng Shui links I’ve read makes me the Dummies version of a Feng Shui quack novice. It’s kinda fun, check out Fengshuitimes! It’s taking me ages to figure out how to place the stuff in my room to make it the ultimate resting place. Well,
1) I moved the bed AWAY from the path of Chi passing between the door and the window.
3) Got rid of MOST of my clutter. Why can’t I let go of grubby t-shirts?
Well according to most sites and book references, electronics like the computer or TV should not be in the bedroom cos it disrupts sleep.
No shit.
I made sure the TV never made it into my bedroom.
But my Mac stays. *sticks out tongue*
No I don’t think I have made my room as harmonious as I can. It’s been a YEAR. Now I have to plan the NEXT room. Perhaps this time I will do it faster.
My memory turns on and off. I had the picture of him in my head, I had to way he spoke. But I drew a blank at his name.
Ack.
So, I Googled.
I had forgotten about Yoda. *faint*
In the process of Googling I found this, I don’t usually post personality tests and quite honestly sometimes I don’t even do them proper. Here’s my Star Wars Character test results..
You are Han Solo
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Even though you’ve been described as reckless, selfish and cocky, you’re the type of person others love to be around. People like you because you’re a scoundrel.  |
Click here to take the Star Wars Personality Test
Did I just write a whole load of rubbish? I can’t wait to get my bike from the shop. Bambi has been out of action for too long.
I have yet to name my Macbook. I named my first iBook Lady and my PowerMac ‘The Tramp’.
Lady is now sitting pretty at Brandon’s. The Tramp is, unfortunately.. gone to doggie heaven.
Perhaps I could stick with the Disney theme..
We are movin!
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In the past year since I moved out, I’ve learned and I’ve taken in what is expected when you live with people who are not your family.
There are things that you certainly cannot take for granted.
There are certain things you should not keep quiet about, but you choose to cos life’s too short to be a grumpy old woman.
But you end up a grumpy old woman ANYWAY.. letting it eat at you.
So, my friends, I have decided that enough is enough, it’s time to move on and make things better for myself and others.
Things I would like to look forward to:
No more clean clothes sitting at my bedroom doorstep.
No more clothes that are not 100% dry, sitting at my bedroom doorstep.
No more staring at the pot of old oil that’s been sitting there for at least 3 weeks.
No more feeling like I can’t speak up.
No more big giant ants taking a walk around my room.
No more grumpy security guard barking/nagging at me.
I survived the past year. I am looking forward to better years of independence. By gawd, I am going to miss Sharon when I move outta here…
Here’s to another Spunky adventure.
What the hell happened here?
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Libbie, Ryce, Bunnee… I know y’all been complaining that I don’t blog regularly. Well today Spunky’s gonna rant, rave, clean up and hopefully end up with a smile on my monkee face.
I am broke.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this broke in my life. The good news is I am only money broke. My emotional and spiritual life is still pretty much intact.
Seeing my bank account dip to a 3 figure sum a few weeks ago raised an alarm. That automatic response to losing $2 to the bank should my bank balance dip below $500 kicked in straightaway. I still had some bills to take care of and OMG it’s CNY all over again. Being the semi-filial daughter that I am, I HAD to give my mom her yearly ang-pow. This year I gave it to her with a sheepish grin, trying to explain how badly I had managed my money. Being the coolest mother on earth she still insisted that whatever I gave her was more than enough. I wish I could give more to the woman who gave me life, the woman who gave me the freedom to choose what I want to do with my life, the woman who fought for me to stay at home.
I miss her, sometimes. I must say I am well adapted to a life without a parent figure in the household. I just really, really miss the home-cooked dinners and leftovers.
I haven’t been cooking for an entire month cos Nicky’s sister was in town and I pretty much gave up the kitchen time to them, except for maybe an instant noodle or two. How healthy am I going to stay?
Getting work done is crazy. As I went about doing my last minute cleaning at 2AM in the morning of the 1st day of CNY, I wondered to myself, how did I end up with this glorious mess? Didn’t I tell myself to always file my papers? Didn’t I always tell myself not to clutter bedroom?
Didn’t I tell myself to make time to clean up whatever mess IMMEDIATELY? I’m not supposed to live like a carefree bachelor. I’m supposed to be neat and tidy, like every girl should be.
……..
I STILL can’t find my cute little Ferragamo bag, it’s gotta be somewhere. *sob*
……..
After seeing my laundry basket grow to almost the height of an adolescent. (most of my close friends would know the true reason why I was not able to use the washing machine) I wondered if it was bad luck to bring your dirty laundry over the new year. I wondered if not paying your phone bill meant not clearing your year’s debt.
But I am broke, you see.
Since January, I have been going about my days not caring how many taxi rides it took me to get my work done. Home, to studio to work to home. Not necessarily in that order all the time. I think I need to track my taxi budget.
I hate taking the train, I used to be an expert at navigating my way through the lines of the MRT. Recently, I had to hope across once cos I was on the wrong side, get off 4 times cos I THOUGHT I had reached my destination ( damn the stupid NEL, why is your map inside the train so deceiving? 5 stops DOES look like 3 stops!) It can be quite a pain traveling with a guitar. Which explains my dependency on taxis.
My Powermac G4 died a quiet logic board death about two weeks ago. I would like to thank Mike for giving Tramp to me, for he has brought me a lot of joy, with his 17 inch smiley face. Goodbye Tramp, RIP, knowing that Lady (iBook G3) is sitting pretty in Brandon’s room.
I’ve yet to name this Macbook.
Knowing that I have some new clothes makes me a little happy. Sharon has wicked clothes at her shop. I just don’t have any money to buy them with, for now. She convinced me to buy some dresses. I convinced myself to wear them on my days off. So far, so good. I kinda like the putting them on, saves the trouble of matching tops and bottoms.
It may sound crazy but I am going to start a little book to track my daily spendings.
First thing I gotta weed out :Wednesday + Friday Starbucks @ work. I spend an average of $6 there per session. That’s like almost $50 bucks a month at least.
At least I’m not behind in rent.
I can’t wait to get Bambi back. I can ride her on days I don’t have to carry my guitar, no need for taxi! If only it’ll stop raining!
She’s gonna cost me another $700+ to fix up.
I am so broke.
But I am happy to be alive.
I survived a skin infection on my face too!
