Bambi ‘Zao Gng’!
Posted by spunky | Filed under Monkee Do, Monkee Moto
Picture this if you will.
Spunky just decided that her pores are so clogged up she needed a facial mud mask. After layering it on her face, she decides to chill in her bedroom and always makes it a habit to look out her window to check on Bambi.
Poor Bambi was only half covered, the wind was threatening to blow the cover off her, for some reason it makes Spunky think about Marilyn Monroe.
Spunky had to make a decision. Should she run downstairs with her mud mask on: to reap the benefits of the oil sucking properties, or wash it off and run downstairs in her pyjamas to save Bambi?
Spunky would have looked quite a sight if she did the former.
It would have been totally wrong to sweat while having a mud mask on anyway. Eeep!
Bambi is safe now, the cover has been secured.
It’s pouring right now.
zzzzz
Mian(4)Shu(1)
Posted by spunky | Filed under Monkee Do, Monkee Mac
I won the battle over Friendster but I have lost (due to severe peer pressure) to Facebook.
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
I shall not spend every minute of my time online checking my facebook
Monday Morning – Me against the Wifi
Posted by spunky | Filed under Monkee Bizniz, Monkee Mac
I hate calling help-lines in Singapore.
With the exception of M1. Call me biased but I’ve always been satisfied with their services and boy are these people polite!
I can’t say the same for Singnet.
Spunky caved in and signed up for a ‘free’ Wireless@SG account. Everything seemed simple enough, tell them where you live so they can hunt you down, give them your non-Singtel mobile number so they can eventually haunt you with SMS promotions/ send you your password.
Read their simple step by step guide on how to log in.
Cross your fingers that when you go to starbucks, everything would be as ‘simple’ as they said it would be.
Order you $3 bottled orange juice and head on up to the seat nearest the power point with you Macbook.
You’ve had about 3 hours sleep and left the house because the weekly domestic helper has arrived and you don’t really want to be in her way because she brings her daughter along with her so you can’t sit in anywhere lazing around while she cleans cos you’re just not used to ever having any domestic help from anyone other than your mother.
Back to Singnet helplines. We’ll talk about the domestic affairs next time.
Spunky seems to be the luckiest person when calling helplines. Why do they put ther word ‘help’ in helpline anyway?
Number takes a long time to connect. They’re ALWAYS busy! So many people complaining meh?
Get a prompt for the service you would like to enquire about, ‘press 75655242657589 for the thing you REALLY want to ask about’
Have someone speaking with a thick Indian accent pick up your call..
Spunky: Hello?
Helpline Guy:……
Spunky: Hello??
Hlepline Guy: (in Indian, so I can’t really tell you what he said, but he wasn’t speaking to me) “……customer….*insert more Indian*..”
Someone in the background: ( I can’t make out what they are saying)
Spunky: Hello? Can you hear me??
Helpline Guy: Hello?
*Click*
The line goes fucking dead.
I called them back. This time I get somewhat of a response.
Spunky: Hello?
Helpline person: Hello??
Spunky: Hello?
Helpline person: Hello?
Spunky: Can you hear me?
Helpline person: Hello? Your line is breaking up.
So I moved about a foot away from the comfortable corner I was sitting in at Starbucks.
After I told him/her about my problem with Wireless SG. I’m logging in fine, but as soon as I want to
Get told “our system is undergoing upgrading, I can’t help you. Please call back never in an hour.”
ARRRGGHHHH!!!
Dubby came to the keep me company. I bitched about the incident, we left Starbucks for her place and she made porridge for lunch. Yum! She also made kick ass scone, which we smothered with jam and clotted cream. Double yum!
Forget about Singnet, I heart scones!
Disclaimer: Spunky does not have anything against Indians or people who speak with thick Indian accent.
Bambi
Posted by spunky | Filed under Monkee Moto
Bambi has been neglected for a while…
Bad Spunky!
Amongst several excuse not to ride her (besides the unpredictable weather) I even came up with “I do not wish to ride at night during the 7th Month”.
Ah yes. I finally went to pick her up from my previous place (which provides free parking) and she literally shoved a middle finger up my nose. She doesn’t have enough air in her tires. I can’t ride her at all.
She’s to be towed, to the mechanic’s, road tax renewed and yes when I get her back I shall polish her up!
Procrastinators Unite….eventually..
Posted by spunky | Filed under Monkee Bizniz, Monkee Do
Spunky wonders why she procrastinates when it comes to unpacking. There are 3 boxes that haven’t been unpacked since the last move. She wonders if she really needs what’s in them.
She also wonders why her Sony Walkman is she bought in 1996/1997 is still with her because it doesn’t work anymore.
Spunky is grateful for this new home because it totally rocks!
Starting over
Posted by spunky | Filed under Monkee Do
I bought my first cupboard from Ikea today.
I can’t believe it took that long, I can’t believe I actually walked out to an HDB furniture shop to check my ‘other options’.
Other options ended up being stuff my mother would buy. I’m not insulting my mom’s taste in furniture. I’m saying I don’t live with my mother anymore so my furniture should really look like they were picked by ME, not her.
I love you, Ma!
It really helps to shop with your brother, who’s an Ikea expert. I didn’t even know how to customize my cupboard..shelves, rack, HINGES, and ooooh the handle.. I picked something really cool too.
Here I lie on my stomach on the bed typing away, surrounded by a glorious mess of clothes in trash bags and laundry and more stuff. The cupboard arrives on Friday, so this glorious mess will just have to be itself till then.
The weather’s been kind, I actually sleep quite well with the ceiling fan sans air-con.
I can hear my skin thanking me already.
