Ish, Datang Lagi!

This *points below*, I mean.

If you've been following Tinki Talks, you'd know how I feel about tags. I don't like 'em. I like reading them, but I don't particularly enjoy doing them.

They let too many cats out of the bag lah! Like, hello, I like to keep my secrets they way they are, okayyy. AS SECRETS! Tagging puts everything out in the open and causes me to lose my air of mystery. -_- And if you didn't know, a girl ALWAYS needs that mysterious streak. It adds layers to her personality. That way, she never loses her ability to inject elements of surprise into her life. And into her blogging.

So here goes. Please note that I'm going
to grouch my way all through the tag.


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Real name: Pamela Song.

Nickname: Pam Song, Tinki, Dark Queen (at times).

Married: Nope.

Male/Female: Female.

High school: SMKTPH.

University/College: TCSJ, TCPJ, iACT.

Short/Long hair: Long.

Are you a health freak?: Yes. I don't eat fast food, I don't eat fried stuff, I don't use microwaves, I only eat steamed vege, and I run 5km every morning and evening.

Height: 5' 9''.

Do you have a crush on someone?: People are worth more than mere crushes.

Do you like yourself?: I rock. Nuff said.

Piercings: Three.

Righty or lefty: Righty who wishes she was a lefty.

First surgery: Nose job when I turned 16.

First piercing: Ears.

First person you see in the morning: My reflection in the mirror. Narcissism rulez.

First award received: Can't remember. First online award? The Queen of Multiple Posts Award.

First sport you joined: Skipping rope, acilut tiang and lompat getah. After that, I moved on to 100m, 200m, 4 x 100m, high jump, long jump and, uh, lontar peluru. No joke.

First pet: Colourful chicks. Once of which was mauled by a stray cat a few days after.

First vacation: Possibly Cameron Highlands.

First concert: Real, full-fledged concert would be DT last year or the year before last. Can't remember.

First crush: I don't crush... Okay, fine. In kindergarten. I started young. -_-

Currently eating: Nothing.

Currently drinking: Ensure.

I'm about to: Blink my eyes. Oh, and kill my 'tagger' for making me do this.

Want kids?: Duh.

Want to get married?: Double duh.

Careers in mind: Why is 'career' pluralised? That can't be good, right? Hmmm. Dodgy.

Lips or eyes?: Straight teeth and curly lashes, please. Thank you.

Hugs or kisses?: Do I really have to choose?

Shorter or taller?: Taller.

Romantic or spontaneous: I refuse to make a choice. Just gimmie both.

Sensitive or loud: Think I'd prefer sensitive. BUT not the internally sensitive and anytime can get angry kind. More like the sensitive TOWARDS ME kind.

Troublemaker or hesitant?: Neither.

Have you ever kissed a stranger?: No.

Have you ever drank bubbles?: Considering the childhood I had, I'd say it's a high possibility I have.

Have you ever lost glasses/contacts?: Yes.

Have you ever ran away from home?: When I was 17 going on to 18.

Have you ever liked someone younger?: Yes yes.

Have you ever liked someone older?: Hmmm.

Have you ever broken someone's heart?: Haha. Yes. Funny incident, if you ask me.

Have you ever been arrested?: Held up, yes. Arrested, no.

Have you ever cried when someone died?: Yes.

Do you believe in yourself?: I believe I can fly.

Do you believe in miracles?: Yes.

Do you believe in heaven?: Yes.

Do you believe in Santa Claus?: I believe that he's a fat man in a suit who's out to conn little kids. And I believe that there are people out there who think that his beard is sexy. Oh! And I believe that with that much fat hanging off his bones, he has very bad BO.

Do you believe in magic?: Yes. But it's debatable. Black magic, I believe in. Illusions, I believe in. But magic with wands and sparkly dust... no.

Do you believe in angels?: Yes.

Is there someone you want to be with right now?: Yes.

Do you believe in God?: Yes. All self-made goddesses believe in God.

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joshuaongys, you just cost me my mystery!

p/s: I might have lied a little. Tee hee. But as to which answers specifically, they're for me to know and for you to never find out.