Thursday, December 19, 2013


After thinking about it for awhile
and ding-dong-ing back and forth,
I've decided to start a Dayre account.

JENG! Surpriseeeee!!! =D

Don't worry la, I'll still be here. Blogging away, telling my stories, and sharing my tales. This isn't the end of Tinki Talks, the blog. BUT... I'll also be at Dayre. See, I never really took to Twitter, I don't like Instagram, and to me, Facebook is made for stalking; not talking. Problem is... I feel like my days keep slipping by without a memory considering how blogging consistently feels so impossible to juggle at the moment. :-/ That's why Dayre feels like the perfect middle ground for me right now. Microblogging via my iPad Mini or my iPhone – it doesn't take a lot of effort and I can totally do it on the go. Win!

So, feel free to join me
on Dayre at
to keep up with me and my daily life! =)

I promise I update Dayre waaaaay more often. =p

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Getting In The Mood For Christmas

Was feeling a little sorry for myself today. While talking to Tim Tams (an old colleague from MCKL who's celebrating his birthday today!!), I felt sad somewhat. I'm nowhere near where I want to be with regards to my advertising career since the baby came along and threw everything else into the backseat of Life. T_T

So, instead of sitting around moping, I decided to leave my little boy to play with the maid in my room for awhile, and snuck into the study to gave myself a much-needed, long-awaited, Me-Time pampering. A little while later...


Please ah. This is mom-style nail painting ok. No time to shape, buff or remove any cuticles wan. The fact that I have a base coat and a top coat PLUS SHINY-SHINY BLING-THING GLITTER AT THE TIPS is an achievement in itself already. All in half an hour! What an achievement. *pats self on back*

Ok, now back to the baby
with my twinkly pinkie in the air. Harhar.

Cheerio! =D

Thursday, December 05, 2013


...after reading this sad piece on the news.



You never know what will happen until it does. And more often than not, by the time we do know, it's already too late. So, as corny as it sounds, I guess the only way to kinda-sorta-almost-but-not-quite beat Life at its own sorry, sadistic game of lives and losses, we should do all we can day in and day out to make each moment we have here and now, count. 


Never let the sun go down (or the front door close) on your anger. Tell your loved ones how much you love them as often as Always. A million hugs and kisses will never be too many so hug tightly and kiss sloppily daily. Give out pats on the back and fist bumps liberally. Be generous with compliments and stingy with criticism. Be quick to forgive and even quicker to ask for forgiveness. Release/Reminisce the Past, enjoy the Present, and fret not over the Future. 

May we never be in her shoes;
may we never feel her pain.

God be with you and yours always.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

My Problem With The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse

The Husband posted that status update a few days ago. As you can see, it got many likes. BUT... it is inaccurate. Mummy is #1 la. Trust me. I tested it out, ok. He likes me more than Mickey Mouse. Nevertheless, we're not here to talk about my husband's inaccuracies. I'm here to talk about Disney's inaccuracies.

See, the Disney Junior channel is celebrating Mickey and Minnie's birthday throughout the month of November. Apparently, their birthday falls on 18 November every year. Yes, BOTH of them. TOGETHER.


How can?! Are they twins or what now??
But then... wait. Aren't they boyfriend and girlfriend, too??
OMG, what is Disney subliminally teaching our kids???

So, I got to thinking and here's what I have to say about the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse programme that goes on the Disney Junior channel at 7PM daily:

1. Mickey and Minnie share the same birth date... and a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, too? So, are they family or are they a couple? Twin incest ah???

2. Goofy and Pluto are both dogs but one can walk upright and talk, the other can't. Why ah? Such inequality!

3. And if Goofy's a dog, why the heck is he dating Clarabelle COW??? Interspecies mating?!

4. Daisy and Donald are two dating ducks. How come one has no problem speaking clearly and the other one clearly has a speaking problem???

5. And why doesn't Donald ever wear pants but always covers himself from the waist down whenever he appears in a towel??

Disney, why your characters so senget wan?!
Later my son watch already then confused, how??

Friday, November 22, 2013

The Final Instalment Of My 20s

I turned 29 today.

Not sure I can honestly say I'm where I want to be right now as I teeter on the edge of 30 but... I guess you could say I'm not where I don't want to be. Heh. Is that good enough? Well... when is anything ever really good enough, eh? So, yes. I'll confess with my mouth and believe in my heart that what I have so far has got to be good enough for 29-year-old me.

What have I to complain about anyways? I'm married to the man of my dreams, living my happy-ever-after life where we are both co-owners of a little, 72.5cm-tall, 9kg-heavy somebody we deem the most adorable, lovable, so-cute-until-cannot-tahan-able boy on the planet. Sure, a part of me really wishes I had a job that paid well in dollars and cents but... I guess getting paid in hugs, kisses and kiddie drool isn't all that bad la, right?

They say "The grass is always greener on the other side." I sure hope its true when it comes to birthdays on the "other side" of 30. To be honest, I don't remember enjoying the last few birthdays of my late twenties. Because of that, birthdays just seem to have lost their luster. "It's just another day" – the jaded ones always say. Well, it sure feels that way for me nowadays, so I really can't help but nod in agreement. Maybe what other people say will ring true for me, come 21 November 2014; maybe there's a chance that "Life (really does) begins at 30." Maybe. Hopefully? We'll see. 

So. How did I spend the 24 hours I turned 29?

Well, I missed the actual "turning 29" cos I was in bed before midnight yesterday. Haha. Then, I spent most of the night feeding my fussy, always-hungry little boy. (No, he is so not STTN yet. Sigh.) Then, I got out of bed waaaay before I wanted to – at 7.30AM – cos that same little boy decided that the morning of my birthday should begin at 6.30AM. *groan*

After that, my day was same-old-same-old-day-in-day-out until 3PM when I packed my life in KL into a cramped sedan, exited Subang, and hit the North-South Highway. (Goodbye, KL! You know I'll miss you much – as I always do! T_T) 360km North, a traffic jam, and a Police summons later, came dinner at CRC (where we bumped into Dee! =D) and then it was back home to wash up and get settled back in Penang.

After the lights went out, I tried to steal some time away to bond with my MBP that I haven't seen or touched in over a month, to blog about my lacklustre birthday but... as fate would have it, my son decided that tonight would be the night that he would stay up till midnight and fight me as he fends off sleep. Perfect timing as always! Yay! Not. -_-''' So, yes. It is only at 30 minutes past my birthday that he finally knocks off and I am rewarded with some time alone with my thoughts.

And here I am. Typing on my comp, thinking my tangled thoughts. Thoughts too complicated to be worded; thoughts too disenchanting to be immortalised; thoughts too private to be put on a page.


You know what? This post is getting depressing.
And you know what else? Birthdays just suck la. >(

My day felt pretty normal before I started writing this post, to be honest. It felt like "just another day". And I did feel happy-ish initially. But now that I'm doing a recap, it feels like the lamest birthday e-v-e-r. Sigh. WTH, man. Oh well, at least there was cake.

Happy 29th birthday, me.

Note To Self: Please la... Make your 30th birthday a bit more happening can?? Don't later look back and regret not doing anything special like this birthday and the last few birthdays past. Never learn wan ah?? Kanasai la. *slaps self*

Thursday, October 03, 2013

Kids These Days!

Check out what my son got
from his Papa early last month:

I tell you ahhh... Aiya, I also dunno what to say la!

See, I received my first mobile phone when I was 17. The Husband received his when he was 16. And now, thanks to The Husband, JZ beat us both to it. The Husband gave him his first mobile phone early last month. On the 5th of September 2013. When he was 9.5 months. Before he can even talk. *rolls eyes* Tsk tsk. This Papa ah... spoiling him kau kau. Next thing we know he's going to get his own car when he's 8-years-old, before his feet can even reach the pedals. *snorts*

Shitty Conversations

The Husband and I have been married a little over 2 years. Before we officially tied the knot, we took our time and ding-dong dated each other for a good 10 years – since January 2002. And before that, I knew him and served in the same church as him since we were in lower primary – back in the early 1990s. Needless to say, we obviously know each other through and through and talk about anything and everything. No holds barred. No shit spared. Haha. And this *points below* was the shit that came up tonight.


While watching Masterchef US on ASTRO.

The Husband: *thoughtfully* I feel like shitting, man. 

Pam Song: *sighs* Me, too. 

The Husband: *nudge* Go shit now la! While he's sleeping. Go! *nudge nudge*

Pam Song: *frowns* *thinks hard* *shakes head* Lazy la. Can I just relax first ah?

The Husband: Ok. I also want to relax. 

*pause in conversation as we watch
Gordon Ramsay screw people over
on Masterchef US*

The Husband: *turns to me* Eh. Shitting is relaxing wat. 

Pam Song: No. 

The Husband: What you mean no?? Why not?!

Pam Song: I cannot even lean back!! I have to sit straight up the whole time! Haiya, mai la!

The Husband: @_@ WTH???



During a commercial break.

The Husband: Ok la, I want to go shit now. *proceeds to walk to the common bathroom*

Pam Song: Eh!!

The Husband: *stops in his tracks* What??

Pam Song: I shit first. 

The Husband: You go and shit in the room la. I shit here. *points to the common bathroom*

Pam Song: I don't want to go into the room. Later he see me how?? No! I shit here. *points to common bathroom*

The Husband: Aiya ok la ok. *walks back toward the TV couch*

Pam Song: Awessum! *walks toward the common bathroom*

As we cross paths...

The Husband: Eh, wait. Why you must shit first? *a frown appears* You don't want to smell my shit issit???

Pam Song: Abo???

The Husband: Eh!!! I don't want to smell your shit also!!!

Pam Song: *snicker* Too late. *shuts common bathroom door behind me*



After I poop, I come out of the common bathroom
and see The Husband still lazing on the couch.

The Husband: *sees me* *GAGS HYSTERICALLY* *fans self as if he's suffocating*

Pam Song: Haha. Idiot. *proceeds to blow the air from the bathroom toward The Husband*

The Husband: *uses cushion to cover nose and mouth*

Pam Song: Hahaha. Nonsense la you.

The Husband: *gets up to open the balcony door*

Pam Song: Please la. As if you can smell anything from here!

The Husband: The smell never reach only. It... *with conviction* WILL. COME. *opens the balcony door* See, I rather smell haze than smell your shit.

Pam Song: -______- Beh tong lu ah.


And that, my friends, is how
romantic married life is after kids
come into the picture. Haha.

The end! =)

Sunday, September 29, 2013

3 Enjoyable Reads

1. 10 Things You Don't Really Know About Kids Until You Have Kids by Mackenzie from Raising Wild Things.

2. 5 Lies Christians Believe by Jessica Morris.

3. Hunger Hurts by Ms Jack Monroe from A Girl Called Jack.

You're welcome. =)