What the hell happened here?
Posted by spunky | Filed under Monkee Bizniz, Monkee Do
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.
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I STILL can’t find my cute little Ferragamo bag, it’s gotta be somewhere. *sob*
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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!
