Cilaka

Remember that Con-Me-Not post from yesterday? Well, I kena bantai di lar. You all laaa. Sigh. No fair wan. Thought I share share with you a bit but in the end, I alone kena right-left-center. Where got fair like that? Look laaa.

"Cilaka".


Aih. I kena panggil "cilaka".


*blink blink*


Eh, tunggu. Cilaka punya budak panggil I "cilaka"?
Jaga engkau! Hmmph!


*snicker*

Okay la, okay. Peace.


*waves white flag*

Hmmm. But she never accept wor. This one very unforgiving. Why I can think she liddat? Cos later in the conversation, the woman gave me a heart attack to bantai me balik one last time.

Cilaka.

I think she purposely wan.

. D A N C E . I N S I D E .

Okay, I stumbled upon this blog a few days back and I kinda got myself attached to the blog description. It's really cool. Look!

Can see or not?

What it said was this: -

GOD IS THE DJ, LIFE IS THE DANCE FLOOR,
LOVE IS THE RHYTHM AND YOU ARE THE MUSIC.

Quite nice, right? I like it.

I was going to praise the blogger for her fantastic writing and thinking in this post, but some thing stopped me. The words… they seem familiar somehow. Almost like I've read it somewhere before. A famous quote, perhaps? No no. Can't be. Sounds a little too modern for a good old fashioned quote. A song then? Hmmm. Maybe.

So I did my fair share of detective work.

Aha! BUSTED!

It's from this song by Pink! (Sorry la, I not so up-to-date with the music these days. No time la.) It's called "God Is A DJ". Not a very good song though. Bits of profanity here and there, and some I-hate-my-daddy stuff. However, the whole God-Life-Love-Music quote came from the song's chorus. Aiyo! Hard to believe such beautiful words came from such a song. Sigh. Wasted only.

So guys, you can forget it.
I'm not posting that song here.


*uses tongue scraper to remove bad taste from mouth*

And don't bother looking it up.
You'll be looking for a tongue scraper yourself.
Just remember the quote and forget the song.
You'll thank me for it someday.

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Click on link if you're interested in paying . D A N C E . I N S I D E . a visit.
The woman uses a hit counter so she'll probably appreciate the numbers.
There. I've done my good deed of the day. Yay, me. Heh.

Con-Me-Not

A friend tried to sell me her phone today.
[Note: Keyword here is "tried". Heh.]

Well, I didn't fall for it.

Hah!


*pats self on back*

I'm so proud of me.

Of course, it wasn't difficult considering the fact that I HAVE NO MONEY anyways. HAHA! She didn't know. The poor dear went on and on while I tore down her beloved Nokia 6280. But of course, in the right fashion, she put in her few good words and did the necessary promotional efforts to entice me.

• 3G la.
• Slide phone la.
• 2-megapixel camera la.
• MiniSD card support la.
• Go check out website for more info la...

Wait wait. Say what? Website? OKAY!

*googles the Nokia 6280*





Hmmm.
That's a very long list.


*read read read*

*scroll scroll scroll*


Hey! Wait-a-minute!
What the heck?


*zooms in*


What in the world is this?!

*scratches head*


Huh? Say what?

Hmmm.

Have I really been lagging that far behind in handphone technology? And come on. Isn't radio like… radio!? To be heard and listened to? Just audio, sound and all that?

Wei, dun bluff me la, Nokia.

Wait. I click.


*click*

Hmmm. I'm skeptical. Is this another one of Nokia's technological ploys to suck our hard-earned money from our already-small pockets? Lure us into talking to fictional characters designed to make us make more calls? Some new and advancing kind of we're-buddies-so-I-scratch-your-back-you-scratch-my-back thing they've got going on with Maxis, DiGi or Celcom maybe? Hmmm. Nothing's as innocent as it seems anymore. Ulterior Motive is the potion of the day. Makes one wonder, you know? Use Visual Radio and then start making calls, perhaps? Hmmm.


Me : Hello, Hitz. How have you been today?
Hitz : Oh, same as always. Blasting music. Talking crap. You?
Me : Well, turns out I have no life and no friends. That's why I'm talking to you. Heh.
Radio : Ahh, yes. The common gripe. Don't worry. Call The Befrienders Kuala Lumpur's 24-hour hotline at 03-7956 8144/5. Other than that, you'll always have me. Hugs.
Me : Thank you, Hitz. You're truly a good friend. Hugs back.


Bleh. Come on, man. Why would I want to interact with a radio station? Heck, I've got REAL friends, okay!? Friends who want to sell me handphones that they don't want! Hah!

*blink blink*


Well, good job, babe. Really.
But not good enough. =p


*snicker*

Don't worry, though. I'll advertise right here for you to make up for it all. And heck, I'm making an exception for you so you'd better be grateful for it cos I've never ever advertised for ANYONE on Tinki Talks. You're lucky #1.

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ADVERTISING BREAK
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If anyone's looking for a second-hand Nokia 6280 that's been given the good life thus far, do not hesitate to give me a call. It's even got this super-cool function called Visual Radio! *wink wink* It's real easy. All you've gotta do is give me a tinkle to alert me of your interest and I'll refer you to its current owner. And then you both can go ahead and split the commission you're about to give me for playing matchmaker.

(Noooo, did I just say that last line out loud?)

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Sigh.

My faithful Nokia 6100's the best la.
It's as loyal as loyal comes these days.
So what if I have no Visual Radio?
Cheh. I also dun need lar.


*pats self on back*

I'm still so proud of me.


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There's always someone there to listen.

- This public service message was brought to you by Tinki Talks. -

The Break-Up

This half-written post had the honor of lounging around in Friendster Blogs as a draft for quite a bit now. Heh. Since April 2006. Full of cobwebs and all things creepy-crawly already. Sigh. Always meant to finish it but never actually got around to doing it. Procrastination and all that. Oh, plus, it's not really cool dwelling on break-up issues, you know? That's one compartment in Pandora's Box that's usually better left alone. It's just safer that way.

Well, today will be different.

For today, it shall be done.

My mind digested the story when I first watched it and I'd already put some thought into what I'd write and say… but I never actually got it done. I never completed it enough to click "Publish". Sort of like a half-chewed bubblegum or a half-eaten cookie that's left on the counter top… except it's a lot less gross.

So the topic for today is:
Film/Movie

First question posed:
The Break-Up – Have you watched it?

If you haven't, then you super slack. Where have you been and what have you been doing la? It's become freaking old school already la. Time to keep up with the times, my friend. Go watch. And don't come back till you're done watching. Hmmph!

*blink blink*

Did I just say that?

Anyways, do you guys think that they got back together? Or do you think that they just left it as it was – a good run for friends who used to be lovers but will never be again? Do tell.

Well, as for me, I'm undecided. On the fence. Standing on middle ground. I mean, their eyes say that they've missed each other. You know? All lovey-dovey, I-kinda-miss-you and all that. The I-wish-we-never-went-down-that-painful-road kinda look, get it? There's fondness swimming around in those pupils. And their body language does tell that they do remember the good times they've shared along with the bond they've created. But is that enough for them to take that let's-get-back-together step? I'm not sure.

Hmmm.

Being the romantic I am, I want to believe that they eventually run back into each other's arms, dance their way home to the theme of Romeo & Juliet and make passionate love in the living room (they couldn't make it to the bed in time) to the tunes of Jive Bunny.

But do they?

Aih, I dunno lar. Look at the poster la. They tell us to "pick a side" but they don't freaking "pick a side" themselves! I hate I-don't-want-to-tell-you-what-happens-in-the-end endings. Mystery? Bleh. No thanks. Just give it to us straight up. What happened to closure, man!? Hello! Some of us have got better things to do with our time than think about fictional love story characters and their non-existent future together (or apart), okay!?

I dun wan think di.

You tell me.

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Oh, look at that! I finished the post. I did! I did!

Now I can finally say, "Ahhh, it is finished."

Si Liao La

Si liao laaaaa.

(English: Die already la.)

Wa balu zhin "stress" oh.

(English: I now very stress oh.)

Zhi tau gai liao.
(English: This time teruk already.)

Zhi tau un ya un ya gai liao.

(English: This time really really teruk already.)

An zhua co wa bun beh hiao liao.

(English: What to do, I also dunno already.)

Si liao la. Si liao

(English: Die already la. Die la.)

Zhi lang zhi ki kha that?

(English: One person one leg kick?)

Aiyo, beh laaa. Wa kia.

(English: Aiyo, cannot laaa. I sket.)

Beh hiao kia too beh zhau zhau zhau.

(English: Dunno how to walk have to run run run.)

Tat tiouk puat toh, thau phua, kha zhik.

(English: Sure fall down, head pecah, leg break.)

Wa maaaai!
(English: I dun waaaaan!)

Kieu wa eh mia! Zhia li kiew wa eh mia.
(English: Save me! I ask you, save me.)

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I'm so very kind. I wanted to rant in Hokkien but I thought of YOU. Translation charges these days go at RM5o per page, you know? RM75, if it's urgent. Hah. And this was urgent. Say "thank you".

Retail To The Rescue!

Okay, if you didn't know, in my last post, I went into a rant frenzy. But, uh… let's not talk about that anymore for I GOT ME SOME GOODIES!!! Woo hoo hoo! So, let's do that one-by-one-we-see-the-things-Tinki's-bought thingy as we always do, alright?


Purchase 1: The mirror I've always kept an eye out for and always wanted ever since I lost my old, BodyShop-no-longer-in-production one.

Plain. Simple. Silver.
So "class" man, I tell you.


*opens pack*


Hmmm. Si liao la. Not good. Bad buy.
Mirror doesn't align well. Watsons brand baaaaad.

Purchase 2: The little pink ear wax cleaner that's simply oh-so-cute. It even comes with a protective cover and a removable brush.

*opens pack and gives right ear a trial dig*


Hmmm. Not bad. Tak sakit pun.
I'll think of what to use the brush for later.
All that matters is that I have it. Hah.




Amboi, cantiknye! Main matching-matching!
Aih, so nice – all pretty in pink.

Purchase 3: Toenail clippers superbly equipped with catcher and nail file. Plus, they've generously thrown in three bonus emery boards (not that I use them, but I can always start).

*gives it a try on right thumbnail*
(I didn't intend for it to be a toenail clipper. Didn't know it was one either!
Was probably too blur after all that's happened today. Haha.)


Whoa. Not bad. Not bad at all.
That clipped-nail catcher is definitely a useful addition.


Heh.

Now, I am happy. Very happy.
See? Women are so easy to please.




Wheeee!


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After being abused, nudged and prodded,
always make an effort to pamper yourself.
Your body will thank you for it.

Over and out.

Killer-Thumb Therapy

I almost died today.

…under the hands of an Indonesian masseuse.


Stop. Laughing.

Super-kau-lat painful, okay!?

No joke.

The woman was a professional and highly skilled killer in disguise, I tell you. And heck, I was actually dumb enough to PAY her good money to kill me! That's RM40,000 worth of education down the drain. Hmmph! Who said higher education brought about smarter children?

RM40 for a 2-hour suicide run.
Pffft. Smart, my ass.


*blink blink*


Darn it.

I just realized that that RM40 spent just negated
the whole RM40,000 spent on my education.

Must. Not. Let. Parents. Read. Post.


*gulp*

But then again, in my defense, I didn't know that I was stupidly walking into the lion's den with a smile on my face, my hand in my pocket and my money in my hand, right? Sigh. I tell you, that place was an elaborate stage set to deceive the likes of good people looking for a time out and a good dose of much-needed pampering. Good people like me.

See la.




Trickling water and fake flowers to set the scene summore.
All bluff wan, I tell you. They're killers. KILLERS!

Sigh.

I sound super bitter, don't I? But then again, of course la! That's RM40 down the drain, you know. It ain't cheap to hurt no more.

Ooo. But tell you what. I started laughing while in the torture chamber. Haha. Let's just say that I had me a "Jesus experience". Jeng jeng jeng! The terror-ness of it all. Everybody say "waaa". Heh heh. Okay okay. Let me explain myself.


I was wrapped in a towel so I kinda felt like a wannabe baby in swaddling clothes. Uh, or alternatively, a dead body in a shroud. You choose. Heh. I was also lying on a 3cm-thick mattress in a cold, dark room and that then kinda made me feel like a dead body in a tomb. Now, here comes the funny part. After working on my hands, she proceeded to knead me in the palms. Aiyo! So sakit! It felt as though she was trying to dig a hole through my skin, muscle and bones!

And that was when I started laughing my head off.

Wrapped in a shroud (sort of) – CHECK!
In tomb (close) – CHECK!
Holes through palms (almost) – CHECK!


Heck, I suddenly felt like Jesus in the tomb, man!


*blink blink*


Okay, perhaps I lost it for a bit there.
But hey, gimmie a break.
I was under a lot of pressure, okay!
PHYSICAL pressure. Literally.


Sigh.

The massage has tired me out. I'm beat.
Plus, my whole body's aching.

I think I need me some retail therapy (preferably one that doesn't require any physical movement on my part) to neutralize the negative effects of my two hours worth of killer-thumb therapy.

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Somebody zombie-fy me, please.

Sleeping In A Broken World

When we're awake and going about our day, we're the masters of our destiny. It is WE who control our thoughts, and nothing and nobody else. We direct our thoughts and we administer our actions. The power is in OUR hands.

But we don't hold the cards all the time.
The cards are turned when Sleep takes over.


Sigh.

In slumber, the mind wanders. The subconscious mind shows us what we fail to see when our eyes are open. When we're asleep, we see the truth in our situations. We catch glimpses of our deepest desires, our innermost insecurities, and our greatest fears. Yeah, we see our fears, and our fears are never more apparent.

Sigh.


Yes, yes. In slumber the mind wanders, alright.
And in the end, it becomes we who defeat ourselves.

The series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in our minds during sleep are never more real or vivid than they come. Glaring and intense, these images have the ability to produce powerful feelings and invoke strong, clear images in our minds. We see, hear and feel in dreams. That's what makes bad dreams so painful to bear and so difficult to get over.


The problem is, when we return to consciousness, our wakened mind suffer the aftereffects of our dreams. They retain memories that serve as nothing more than painful repercussions from a highly unintended and unwelcome knowledge of that truth we've hidden thus far – truth that we've hidden from everyone, even from ourselves.

Dreams bring awareness.

We are slapped with an added dose of consciousness upon returning to consciousness. Understanding dawns and we come to the sad realization that we're weak on the inside no matter how strong we appear to be on the outside. Awareness is a good thing, I guess. But this insight in familiar territory is a problem. It brings nothing but chaos and emotional upheaval. It bring awareness to the things we never realized we were worried about.

Sigh.


Dreams bring awareness, and Sleep brings dreams.


Darn it.


The thought of my impending siesta never brought
such negative connotations before.


I don't want to fall asleep.


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Artist: Across The Sky
Song Title: Broken World


Promises shattered, answers don't come
Friends say goodbye, plans come undone
Dreams get crushed, lies get told
Words can turn cruel, hearts can grow cold

[CHORUS]
In a broken world where we cry to feel
Some hope that helps these hearts to heal
You're my strength, You're my refuge
In a broken world, Jesus I'm holding to You

You make sense of the madness and You make darkness flee
You bring such a calm to the chaos in me
Show me life, tell me truth
Day after day I keep running to You

[CHORUS]
In a broken world where we cry to feel
Some hope that helps these hearts to heal
You're my strength, You're my refuge
In a broken world, Jesus I'm holding to You

Long ago, we fell so far
Yet You came to where we are

[CHORUS]
In a broken world where we cry to feel
Some hope that helps these hearts to heal
You're my strength, You're my refuge
In a broken world, Jesus I'm holding to You

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"Promises shattered, answers don't come
Friends say goodbye, plans come undone
Dreams get crushed, lies get told
Words can turn cruel, hearts can grow cold"


I am aware, O Lord. Painfully aware.
I live in a broken world.


"You make sense of the madness
And You make darkness flee
You bring such a calm
To the chaos in me"


But I'll be alright for it's You I'm holding on to. No one but You.

Tinki Ayang

*blink blink*


"Hey! What's that on the floor?" she asked.

*blink blink*


"Ooo. Cacing!" she said excitedly.
"I used to play with these when I was a kid
way back in primary school," she added.


Sigh.


Memories of days gone by.
Fond memories.

I'm missing the good old days from times past – a time when make-up was disgusting, having bad skin meant that you were growing up, being fat said that you were getting lots of loving from Mummy and Daddy, and boys were ultimate the enemy.

Sigh.

Those were some good times, alright.

Yes yes.

Ayang, Tinki ayang.




There ya go.

Rest well.


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My question is this: -

What in the world is a tree-worm doing
lounging around the third floor of an apartment?

Hmmm.


Chinese New Year weather's too warm
for the great outdoors, perhaps?

Cocoa Butter Formula

Take a look at this.

Looks pretty normal, doesn't it?

Haha! No no. You've just gotten your ass conned. Your eyes deceive you, my friend. Take a closer look and check out the Net Weight.

See that?


Heck, this thing's TINY!

*blink blink*


Whoops.


Sorry.


I mean… it's tiny.


Look!

Wait.

This isn't a good pic.

This next one gives a better perspective of its proportions.

Aha! See that? So small!

Amboi, comel-nya!

But it looks nice only la.
Smells kinda funky though.

Hmmm.

It doesn't belong to me so I won't be the one to smell.

Heh.

But then again, it's baby-sized to perfection so
that's bound to win it some brownie points in my book.


So cute! I like!

Killer Air-Conditioner

So. Freakin'. Cold.


Brrr.

Wa beh tahan liao laaa.


*shiver*

If I were to start peeing right now, my piss would be an artistic ice sculpture worth millions by the time I'm done with the tinkle – a slightly yellow-tinted one, of course. But not to worry, just add some lighting effects and it'd shine, glisten and glitter like pure gold.

*blink blink*


I think my brain froze.


Plus, my digits are definitely dying as I type.

The air-conditioning where I'm sitting sucks, man. Full blast and direct hit summore! Can die wan ah. Plus, I think I'm going to get thau hong (that's Hokkien, if you didn't know) real soon. It's supposed to be cool, not freakin' Antarctica-standard cold, damn it! I'm freezing my butt off la wei!

Sigh.

Definitely. Too. Cold. For. Comfort.

The Old Has Passed, The New Has Come

Welcome, welcome!


Thank you for taking time out of your day to pay us a visit.
Tinki and the Dark Queen are greatly honored by your presence.
(Mark your calendars, friends. This is probably the only time
you'll ever hear from the both of us at once. We never ever meet in posts.)

You've already been invited (sort of), and now we thank you for putting in the effort to come and share in the immense joy we feel as we change "blog agents". This marks the beginning of our walk with Blogspot – the dawn of a new era. It's a happy occasion so let's party, be merry and dance the night away! We have a reason to celebrate! Cheers! *clink*

*blink blink*

Then why do we feel like we're going through a painful divorce?

Sigh.

Well, I guess it's goodbye to The Original Tinki Talks (TOTT) *sniffle* and it's welcome to the Blogspot age. But don't worry, guys. I'll be transferring all 2007 TOTT posts here one by one. Just for old time's sake. It's going to be a lot of work, and it may take some time but… a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?

To all things new!


*clink*

Worry Not

Regardless Of What You Are Going Through,

Remember, God’s Word Is Always True.

– Robb Thompson

When I worry, I put the stresses of my situation and circumstance above my belief in the Word of God. When I worry, I fail to fully place my heart and mind in His hands, wholly surrender myself and find rest in Him. When I worry, I doubt His awesome power and the truth in His Word. Sigh. So many things I do to disappoint Him when I worry.

Jesus said, “Do not worry…”
It wasn't a suggestion;
it was a command.


Okay, Daddy, I will obey.

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John 17:17
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“Sanctify them by Your truth.
Your Word is truth.”

– New King James Version (NKJV)
Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.

S.E.C.U.R.I.T.Y

Was having a nice chat the other day
and an interesting topic popped up:


S.E.C.U.R.I.T.Y


Whoa. Don't play play.
That is one very heavy 8-letter word.


*sweat*

Men and women both seek security in life in many ways – in many DIFFERENT ways. What's important to a man is dissimilar to what's important to a woman. As much as men are more open to the evolving gender roles of today, and modern women are ever in a fight to dissolve the gender roles that bind them, our makeups are just not the same. We want different things in life. And as much as our lives are being revamped to blur the lines between the two genders, we still seek security that are poles apart.


Men look for security in their careers and in their ability to provide for their family. (I'm guessing.) While women look for emotional and psychological security above all else. (I know.)

We're quite different aren't we?


But then again, it's worked for us thus far, hasn't it?


But wait.


What about material security?

That's a BIG DEAL to a lot of people, isn't it? In fact, for some people, it's so big a deal that it becomes everything to them. Sigh. Materialism is prevalent in our society. It is. There's no denying it. Women seek out rich guys in hopes of living the good tai-tai life. Men struggling in their career marry rich men's daughters to gain access to their millions. Heck, it's like marrying a gold-mine in a shapely human suit. So in the grand scheme of things, where does material security fit in?


Well, in all honesty, money matters. (Stop it with the Look of Shock. *stab stab* ) I'm just being honest; I'm being realistic. We all need it to survive, don't we? So cut me some slack. I'm not being gold-digger-ish. I just want to be able to pass the days with food on my plate, clothes on my body, shoes on my feet and a roof over my head. The difference between me and THOSE people is that I don't classify money as the most important thing to me. It doesn't top my Security List.

Emotional Security | Psychological Security | Material Security

For me, the least important of the three is material security. Why? Because material security only offers the promise of a more contented physical life – by fulfilling our basic human needs like food and shelter. Emotional and psychological security, however, breathes life to our INSIDES. And come on, we all know that it's the inside that counts.


To have a sense of emotional and psychological security is a feeling that's unrivaled by far. It helps fill our love tanks and lets us know, realize and feel that we matter to the people who tell us that they love us. After all, it's only human to want to feel loved and treasured, adored and pampered, and honored and respected. In fact, we want it so badly that we ache to feel it in our bones.


You see, guys, if you've got material security at the expense of emotional and psychological security, everything becomes pointless because it is inevitable that parts of you eventually die on the inside – parts that are not being fed with the much-needed doses of TLC – parts like your heart and your mind. However, if you've got emotional and psychological security down pat, any (outward-looking) fight is worth it. The effort you put into fighting for material security is paid for in full, emotionally and psychologically, simply because you've got one another to hold on to. You'll always fight the good fight with a full tank of "gas". It's then that you'll discover fighting for that latter form of security TOGETHER fulfilling in its own little way.


However, if you aren't offered emotional and psychological security by your partner, everything becomes a gamble that's hardly worth the risk. Are wealth, riches and earthly possessions really worth the fight for emotional and psychological security? I don't believe so. That's too high an opportunity cost to bear. Lose my soul, my self and my happiness for another dollar or two in the pocket? I don't think so. My answer's a definite "No, thank you."


I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you find someone who can give you all the goodies in the world but isn't a goodie himself/herself, then it's not going to be worth the price you're eventually going to pay. But then, I'm only speaking from a girl's point of view. *blink blink* Hmmm. At the same time though, you guys know I don't always think like the general female population. Haha. I should really come to a conclusion before I successfully confuse myself.

So…

The bottom line is this. If you've found a man (or woman) who is able to offer you all three forms of security, damn, you're a lucky one. May everybody be as fortunate as you are or at least have half your good fortune. If you don't, then it's up to you to decide which form of security is of more importance to you personally. All the best!

Die

Looks like looking for a job is a lot of hard work in itself.





*wipes brow*


Stresssssss.


Freakin'. Difficult. Wei.


This time sure tiao piak die.

How I Wish

"How I wish that it was just…
How I wish that…
How I wish that tomorrow were a Saturday.
How I wish that…"

Yeah, I wish that, too.

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I slept like a baby; I slept like a rock.

If only bedtime was as good as often as it was.

How I wish…

The Samsung Z500

I'm not into flip phones much but this one is quite the looker, isn't it? Not overdone in anyway, it's small, light (only 95g) and relatively user-friendly (considering it's not a Nokia or a Sony Ericsson).

*snicker*

Plus, the functions and features aren't half bad either. It boasts the much-talked-about-but-little-used-in-Malaysia 3G Technology, an expandable memory card ability (alongside its generous 50MB internal memory and already inserted 35MB memory card), an integrated MP3 player, video recording and video calling capability, a 1.0 Mega pixel camera with video, TFT & OLED colour displays, Bluetooth, Tri-Band as well as E-mail capability, meshed together with all other high-tech jazz.

Phew.

But guys, listen up!

What I really like about it is its External LCD Display.

Sweeeeet.

What a spankin' phone.

I like.

Well, unfortunately for the likes of us, the Samsung Z500 hasn't reached Malaysian shores yet. It'd probably take awhile more, too. Especially since we haven't exactly jumped onto the 3G-bandwagon. Sigh. So guys, I guess it looks like we're not even close to smelling it here anytime soon. Talk about being pathetic, man. Sheesh.

But well, the world still goes on without us.

As good as it is, the Samsung Z500 is already said to have been technologically replaced by the new Samsung Z510. Bleh. Whatever. I don't care. This phone says what I want to hear; it shows me what I want to see. It's gotta be better.

*sigh*

Okay, fine.
Go ahead and think I'm biased.
But then again, so what if I am?

The Samsung Z500 – a smart phone with a mind of its own.

"Sayang Pam", it says?

Ahhh, set la like that.
I've decided – I like it.
It's a clever one, this one.
Very smooth.

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So, the moral of today's post is: -

Listen to the phone.

Technology Costs Money

Wee hee heeeee!

As of this moment, I am officially obsessed. Been Nike-sports-pants crazy for a while now but today, I finally hit the whacko bar with my costliest buy yet.

Sakit.

*sighs*

Oh, but so pretty it is, no?

When I first saw (and fell in love with) this pair of tracks, I thought to myself, "Waaa. So nice! So gaya; summore so comfortable! I could definitely do with owning one of these babies, man!" Heh. Then after sneaking a peek at the price tag, I went, "WAAAA! CRAZY AH!? Raise real babies also cheaper, man!"

Sigh.


Dilemma.


So what did I do?
I did what Nike taught me to do.

Don't think already. Just buy la!

*contented sigh*

Well, ladies and gentlemen, this garment features the famed Dri-FIT fabric that supposedly "wicks perspiration to keep you dry and comfortable".

Riiiiggghhhtttt.

*blink blink*

But I so bought into it.

Sucker.

But then again, why ever not?

Yes yes. Dri-FIT's the way to go. And sure, too expensive and insanely overpriced, it is. But but but it's justifiable, right!? We're paying for groundbreaking fabric technology here, right!? It's supposed to keep me dry and comfortable, right!?

Sigh.

That's what I keep telling myself.

*repeats to self*

Technology costs money.
Technology costs money.
Technology costs money.
Technology costs money.

Aaarrgh, forget it.
This is way too much work.
Me's got spanky pants pants to enjoy.

Laters!

Hai-YAH!

I. Feel. Like. Kickin'. Butt.

Hai-YAH!

HH The Right Way

You know, I remember reading about this somewhere. Many many YEARS ago. Waaay before I even came close to romantically holding hands with someone of the opposite sex. Haha. At that point in time, the max was when I held hands in a circle to pray, or when teacher said to hold hands and walk two-by-two or we'd not be allowed to go for break time. Haha. Young and innocent. I was a good kid, I was. I am a good kid.

Anyways, it was an article or perhaps a forwarded email that said that the way you hold hands is a telltale sign of how long your relationship will last. Silly, I know. But interesting, nevertheless. Do check it out. Haha.

Enjoy!

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METHOD ONE: The Two Intertwined Little Fingers
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Said to be the least "steady" when it comes to romantic relationships. Acceptable only during I-shy-you-also-shy dating periods that are commonly associated to the early months of dating. However, the couple should progress to Method 2 (coming up) as soon as that phase passes. This method should not be practiced in long-term relationships as it signifies a relationship that is easily broken and unable to withstand the test of bad times. It lacks the much needed tenacity to ensure the relationship's survival. Not good. Except for when it comes to the lack of sweaty palms, of course.

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METHOD TWO: The Clasped Hands
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Said to be a one-up from Method 1 but still lacks the staying power that's akin to Method 3 (coming up). May cause sweaty palms but has a significantly higher perseverance level as compared to Method 1. Not a bad start to a relationship but couples should progress to Method 3 so as not to remain in the We'reComfortableWithOneAnother Zone. Couples, do not stagnate but strive to enter the We'reCommittedToOneAnother Zone that comes with Method 3.

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METHOD THREE: The Clasped Hands With Fingers Intertwined
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Said to be the WeHaveMadeItAsACouple Method. May or may not cause sweaty palms, depending on how tightly intertwined the fingers are. This method is complex. WeHaveJustMadeItAsACouple couples tend to tightly grip hands and plaster them together, while WeHaveAlreadyMadeItAsACouple couples employ a more relaxed hand-holding practice, giving each other's palms some breathing room. This apparently signifies how liam-liam (Hokkien for "sticky") the couple tends to be with one another. Increased liam-liam-ity shows higher levels of insecurity and greater levels of clingy-ness. The opposite is true of lower levels of liam-liam-ity.

Hmmm.

Interesting.

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DISCLAIMER: The writer so does not remember the exact information provided. As such, she is simply giving this a shot with whatever her very-limited-but-already-very-full memory has stored and has managed to regurgitate. The writer holds no responsibility for any negative effects (i.e. couple-fights regarding intertwining pinkies and clasping hands, etc…) that may arise from publishing this post. All positive effects are deemed the direct results of the writer's endeavor to educate her readers. Thank you for your kind attention.

5 Lessons of the 14th

Jumped at the chance to people-watch this Valentine's and noticed some boo-boo's a number of couples committed. Laughed my head off and continued people-watching. Not a bad way to pass the time, actually. Haha. But friends, I don't just watch.

*cough cough*

I learn.

Ahem.

*grin*

Don't worry. I'm a nice person. Really.
In fact, I'm so nice that I'll share some of my class-notes with you.

Lesson #1

…Ditch the matching clothing. It's passé. The only stuff couples should ever match is anything people can't see. Underwear or something – anything but what the rest of us are able to see. Hmmm. But then again, matching underwear is just corny. Not to mention it's freakishly weird. Your call.

Lesson #2

…Don't walk by like you think the world is looking at you. Anybody who's a part of a couple (writer excluded) is waaaay too absorbed with each other to even sneak a glance your way. Self-absorbed much? Sheesh. Otherwise, it's just downright mean to hope that a singleton would pass you a glance and salivate over your partner for their lack thereof. Find that heart, okay? I hope you've even got one.

Lesson #3

…Don't be overdressed for the occasion or the venue. Spiky heels, evening gowns and bow-ties are overkills in mere shopping malls. Cocktail dresses are already a pretty far stretch but I'll close an eye. After all, it's not me who's looking out of place. It's you. Haha. But sure, there's always the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you had dinner someplace nice before hitting the mall. Maybe. Hmmm.

Lesson #4

…Ladies, go easy on the make-up. You wouldn't want your men to have to part your fake eyelashes in order to look into your eyes, would you? Plus, I doubt you'd want your lipstick to hitchhike over to your men's pouters to help give them that added ounce of sex appeal, would you? Huh!? Huh?! Would you? FYI, CSI's forensic team calls this phenomenon 'transference'. Heh.

Lesson #5

…One perfume type per couple or none at all – thank you very much. Some scents just don't go very well together, you know? They just don't. So stop giving us headaches and quit with the over spraying. Bomba Malaysia should be called in to hose you guys down if not for the small matter of our impending water shortage. It's a health hazard. Why? Cos you ain't killin' bugs with that hundred-dollar bottle of cologne, aftershave, perfume, or whatever the else it is that you're using. You're killin' the rest of us.

Oh well, I'm done for the night. Am beat. Should I remember anything else, I'll add to the list. Should I remember anything else but be too lazy or busy to post, I'll not. Haha. Subjectivity's a great friend to have.

Anyways…

I'm tired. It's bedtime for me. A long day, it's been.
I have to admit though, I throughly enjoyed myself.
I shall people-watch again. Oh yes, I will, I will.

Ahhh…

Humanity is such a cruel race to have to face.

*snicker*

V-Day vs. The Great Red

It's finally here!

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Sigh.

Yeah, you got that right. That was a sigh.

Why?

Cos I'm so not feeling the love right now.

Somehow or another, Valentine's has been overshadowed by The Great Red. How pathetic. Everywhere I go, stores play mega-irritating chinky tong-chiang melodies out loud and proud, without realization or shame that they've shunned another very important day – a day to celebrate our love for one another. Looks like good ol' Valentine's Day has just been booted off the importance list of Commercialism.

Sad case.

Personally, I'd choose misshaped hearts hanging from shopping mall ceilings and horny-looking cupids pasted on store windows than see those red lanterns and red drapes that frame store entrances. Sigh. I want my Valentine's Day – the highly commercialized one. Full deco is simply a must! Compulsory. No excuses. Gimmie my hanging hearts, darn it!!!

*pouts*

But then again…

*blink blink*

Is commercialism during V-Day really that important?

It's been overrated, don't you think?

Overpriced restaurants that threaten bankruptcy • Expensive gifts that empty pockets and kill wallets • Fancy cards with mush enough to suffocate and cause diabetes • Million-dollar bouquets of flowers that could have fed a third-world country or two • Dilated pupils that make you wonder if it could be one of the many causes of blindness or at least provides reasonable grounds for Love being blamed for the hike in shortsightedness in our population • Overly pouty lips that rival those belonging to Goldie Hawn • Excessive hand-holding… and the various other means we employ to in hopes of showing our partners that we love them.

But do we really need all this?
Heck, why do we even want it?
Hmmm. Yeah.
That's the question – why.

So…

Why la!?

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Cupid running away. Heh.
Sorry, I just couldn't resist uploading that pic.
Check out the calf muscles on Mr Runaway Cupid, man.
I'd say "yum" but instead, I think I'll just refrain from doing so. Haha.

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Sigh. I really dunno la, actually. Haha. I started writing this post thinking I knew but it turns out I'm not as smart as I thought I was. HAHA. Darn. Perhaps it's because everybody else wants it. Everybody does it. Therefore, we have to, too. Hold hands, stare into each others eyes – IT'S AN ORDER!

Whoa.

Makes dating sound like quite a chore, doesn't it?
Reminds me of my primary school days when
we had to hold hands and walk two by two.

Except that we're all grown up and are approaching adulthood now.

Darn it.

But it's Valentine's Day and we must persevere.
Hold hands till our sweat glands cry out for mercy, we must.
Stare into each other's eyes till we get double vision, we will.
All the best, y'all.
All. The. Best.

Have a good Valentine's Day this 2007, guys.

Cheers!

Haih

And they just keep on comin'.

Haih.

How to live like this?!

Fed up.

Boat-sharing

Okay, here goes my first attempt at a Valentine's post. Haha.
(Note: This introductory line is of much importance.)


QUOTE: To say my fate is not tied to your fate is like saying,
"Your end of the boat is sinking."

– TV Host Hugh Sowns in My America


Yeah, preach it, brudder!

*sigh*

Understanding bo?

No?

*shakes head*

See, I knew I had to hint that this is a Valentine's post or else the boat-talk would have just so sunk to the bottom of the ocean along with whatever meaning I meant to give it, or deep insight I meant to add on to it. Right? Right? Just admit it. Aih. Next time think fast a bit can bo? Next time I no more helping you di. Next time own self think ya. Today special. Today I good mood. Got people make my day, so today you lucky a bit.

I have to admit that I just love Manglish.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes.

The boat-talk with the You-Sink-I-Sink Concept.

Fantastic.

You see, when you're in a relationship, you're both in it together – in it for the ups, the downs, the good and the bad. You take it all… together. You put on a brave front when times are bad and you give shaky smiles and hold sweaty hands when the weather around you grows dark and stormy. You face the worst of times together – side by side and hand in hand. When one goes down, so does the other.

Hmmm. Doesn't make being with another sound like a very easy feat, does it? But, come on. We all want it anyways. We want to know what life is like around the river-bend. And as difficult as it is to carry the responsibility for having "your side of the boat", we each want A side. The best part is that we want someone on the OTHER side to make the boat ride worth the time and effort that come along with nasty sunburns and aching arms. Bah. We, humans, are relational creatures. We don't really want our own boats. Nope. Sure, we talk about it. But what we really want is to SHARE boats. And no, it's not cos it'll cause less congestion or reduce pollution.

*blink blink*

Okay. It's official. I'm lame.
I blame it on the 4 a.m. bug that's hit my brain.

So anyways, the fact of the matter is that when one goes down, so does the other. That's what differentiates and sets a partner apart from a friend anyways, right? That's what makes a girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband/spouse/partner who they are, right?

So what do you do?

You row and you paddle till the sun goes down and comes up again to get to where you're heading. To where you're BOTH heading. And if things aren't going so well for you, you scoop out water from that sinking boat like you've never scooped water before just to stay afloat.

You sink, I sink.
You sink, I sink.
You sink, I sink.


Darn it, my brain's sinking along with the sink sink talk.

Sigh.

But hey, it's not too bad an observation by a TV Host, no? I have to say, I was impressed! Whoever said those in the entertainment industry only had pretty faces but lacked brains sure got it wrong this time. Thumbs up for Mr Hugh Sowns. You rock.

So how was my attempt at a V-Day post? Personally, I don't think it was loved-up enough. I went too easy on the mush. I really shouldn't have. But then again, it's not very nice to raise hairs and send shivers up spines just 2 days before The Day, right? Yeah, I was being nice.

*blink blink*

Argh, who am I kiddin'?! I've always liked writing about Love & Relationships. Go look up my previous posts if you don't believe me. It was only after some comments by SOME people that I changed direction. Made my posts a little less lovey-dovey and reduced the mush level considerably. Kind and considerate to my readers, I am.

Be touched. It's a huge sacrifice on my part.

You sink, I sink.
You sink, I sink.
You sink, I sink.

No. Wait.
That can't be right.

You float, I float.
You float, I float.
You float, I float.

Yeah. That's better. =)

Newer

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Word Of The Day:
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Newer.

(Pronunciation key: "neh-weer"; not "new-er".)

"Adverb-ian" Usage:

1. not ever; at no time:
…Q: Did you do it?
…A: I newer!

2. to no extent or degree:
…Q: Will you do it?
…A: Newer newer.


"Idiom-ic" Usage:

1. never mind, don't bother; don't concern yourself.
…Q: So how ah now?
…A: Newer mind la.

(Alternatively, a shorter, less time-consuming "neh-mind la" may be used.


"Adverbial-istic" Usage:

1. Not ever; on no occasion; at no time:
…Q: Have you ever been there?
…A: Newer got chance wor…

2. Not at all; in no way; absolutely not:
…Q: You sket ah?
…A: Newer la.

I should start working on
The Tinki's Dictionary & Thesaurus.
Who knows? It may sell. It may sell very well.
Oxford's D&T, I think it's time you moved aside.

Sigh.

You know what?
I think it's time for some action.
I need to start looking for a job.
I newer yet.
=(

Please?

As of today, my posts are officially waaaay backlogged.


Sigh.


Turns out I have too much to say,
and waaaay too little time to say it.


Dang.


That can't be good.


I need more hours in my day.
Gimmie 25, at least!
I'll even say "please"!


*puppy dog eyes*


Please?


Sigh.


Wait ah. They will come. Them posts, I mean. Pwomise.

Y.U.C.K.

Went back to the same Malay food store as I did back in December and saw the same nasty stuff, just like I saw the last time I was there.

Different day, same reaction – Y.U.C.K.

Some things change when they clearly shouldn't;
some things never change although they should.

That's the deal with life, eh?

It's twisted.
(All pun intended.)

Shopping-memopping

Did me some shopping today.

Went in search of a nail-clipper. Lost mine. Darn it. Mine was a good one. Sigh. Think the brand was Gracemate. Doesn't look like it's in production anymore. Sniff. They always have to pull the plug on the good stuff. Kebodohan. Anyway, here it is.

It's called The Classic Nail Clipper, by QVS Global Australia. Chrome plated, complete with fold-out file and key chain. Yeah, whatever. That's real fancy for a real normal-looking nail-clipper. Just don't be all talk, alright. You'd better "perform" as well as your predecessor, if not better. And that RM5.87 had better be worth it. Grrr.

Moving on…


Now THIS, I like.

Polycarbonate water tumblers that are light weight, extremely durable, odor free, stain resistant, dishwasher safe, and has a maximum temperature tolerance of 135ºC / 275ºF with a minimum temperature tolerance of -135ºC / -211ºF. Whoa. Talk about being tough! Use with glee for it comes with easy filling, cleaning and drinking. Yes, sir! Thumbs up for BROS! No… Make that TWO thumbs up – one for the red 365ml one, and another for the brown and turquoise 1125ml version.

*clap clap*

And now, for the final purchase of the day…

Mickey for Kids with indicator bristles by Oral-B®.

*big fat cheesy grin*

Yeah, I know. It's for kids. =p But it only cost RM2.99! Haha. I really should stick to buying kiddie toothbrushes from now on. I bought a Hello Kitty one a couple of years back. For fun. Simply because it was too cute to be left on the shelf. It's still kept in storage. Haha. I'd show it to you but I'm too comfortable on my bed to get up, take a pic and upload it so you go on ahead and use some imagination, okay?

Tinki's happy.


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Unkept nails are magnets for dirt and grime.

…Go cut your nails.

Avoid dehydration.
…Go drink plenty of water.

Oral hygiene is of primary importance.
…Go brush your teeth.

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I've done my bit for humanity. =)

Don't Forget To Remember Me

Artist: Carrie Underwood
Song Title: Don't Forget To Remember Me

18 years had come and gone
For momma they flew by
But for me they drug on and on
We were loadin' up that Chevy, both tryin' not to cry
Momma kept on talkin', puttin' off good-bye
Then she took my hand and said
Baby don't forget

Before you hit the highway you better stop for gas
And there's a 50 in the ashtray in case you run short on cash
Here's a map and here's a Bible if you ever lose your way
Just one more thing before you leave
Don't forget to remember me

This downtown apartment sure makes me miss home
And those bills there on the counter
Keep telling me I'm on my own
And just like every Sunday I call momma up last night
And even when it's not, I tell her everything's alright
Before we hung up I said
Hey Momma, don't forget

To tell my baby sister I'll see her in the fall
And tell mee-maw that I miss her, yeah, I should give her a call
And make sure you tell Daddy that I'm still his little girl
Yeah I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be
But don't forget to remember me

Tonight I find myself kneelin' by the bed to pray
I haven't done this in a while
So I don't know what to say
But Lord, I feel so small sometimes in this big old place
Yeah I know there's more important things
But don't forget to remember me
Don't forget to remember me

I love this song. It's one of the few around without a lyrical Chorus. Containing only climaxes in the melody that resemble a Chorus, it's different. I like different. I guess this isn't the first I've heard of Chorus-less songs. I believe I've blogged one such song before. I just can't seem to remember which one. Haha. Nevertheless, this song's nice. Very nice.

It's about people who leave home for a life away from home. Some leave for study, and some leave for work. In this case, it's study, I think. Considering the girl's only 18 when she leaves home. Kinda reminds me of myself. Haha. A month and a half before I left home, I just turned 17. Wasn't planning on leaving home so soon but turns out plans changed and what I had in mind didn't quite work out as well as the new plan did. The result? Mummy cried buckets. Ahhh, memories, memories.

Anyways, back to the story at hand. Whatever the reason may be (study or work), people leave their homes in hopes of achieving their dreams of living a better life in a better place. With that, they struggle along their way, leaving behind loved ones, friends and a life of comfort and security. Sigh. Sounds depressing, doesn't it? But in all honesty, facing the big bad world ain't that bad at all. To me, at least. Really. You'll survive. The best advice is, after all, in this song.

"Here's a map and here's a Bible if you ever lose your way"

I love this line. It's true, you know. I've lost my way more times than I can count. Not that I'm proud of it, but to be honest about it, I have. And I've come to realise that no matter how dark the situation and no matter how deep in mud you've got yourself stuck in, when you bring God into the picture, everything becomes easier to bear. All you have to do is turn to Him. He'll handle the rest. He gives you direction. He gives you purpose for the journey. He gives you strength to go along your way. The Bible's the greatest map to getting your way through Life.

"Momma kept on talkin', puttin' off good-bye"

*snicker*

Mothers share a special bond with their children. They are connected in ways that Daddies never are. Perhaps it's because they carried us for 9 months. I don't know. Maybe it's because women are emotional creatures who often sweep the areas around them for some sort of emotional connection with another. Yeah, Mummies are special. And they never want to say "Goodbye" if they ever get you on the phone.

"And make sure you tell Daddy that I'm still his little girl "

Little girls grow up sooner or later. Cute as they may be, they do that, don't they? They grow up, leaving behind their pretty frocks, tiny teacups, gummy bears and colourful scrunchies. They become whatever they were born to become… but only in the eyes of the rest of the world that looks on. Somehow, Daddy's eyes are always oblivious to the little details that come with "growing up". Nope, his eyes never see it. And his heart never tells him otherwise.

Always Dee's little girl. No matter what.

"Don't forget to remember me"

No matter how many years go by, no matter how much older we are today, and no matter how grown-up we appear to be, we still want to be remembered by the people we love – we want to be kept close to heart, in mind and in thought. Don't forget to remember me.

Blood Suckers

It has begun.


Sigh.

I mean, I always knew it'd happen one day. I just didn't expect that day to come so soon. It really is too soon. It seems like it was only yesterday that we welcomed you onto the shores of beautiful Penang and today… Sigh. My oh my, looks like you're all grown up, dear Queensbay Mall, Penang. Turns out good things don't last and free parking always has to come to an end.

*sniffle sniffle*

Sigh.

*grumble grumble*

Well, due to this unfortunate circumstance, you've officially been moved to the blood sucker's not-so-anonymous group. Hmmph! Sigh. But okay la. I give you face. You're not as bad as that "Other One" nearer home. You know? You know?

*eyebrow eyebrow wink wink*

Aih, forget it. You don't know.

Anyway, Queensbay charges are as such (for the time being).

RM1 per entry. Even on weekends!
Not so bad la. I think it's fair. For now.

Sigh.

So how?

PAY LA!