One More Day

I've got a question: If you had one more day to live,
what would you do and who would you be doing it with?

Would you be doing what you're doing now? Like sitting for hours on end in a 6 o'clock jam on Federal Highway. Or always rushing around, getting your errands done. Or just working your days (and nights) away day after day after day, month after month, year after year.


And would you be spending your time with the people who currently consume the bulk of your waking hours? Like your work mates who haven't yet made it past the Colleague Line and into the Friend Zone. Or a sucky boss. Or an annoying-as-hell roommate. Or even those hi-bye acquaintances you tend to meet, greet, and then forget the very next day.

If my days were numbered, I wouldn't.

But then, I thought:

Why wait till there's a deadline
before doing anything about it?

Sit and accept the mediocre just because I have time to waste? Watch the world go by without keeping an eye on the clock simply because my time isn't up yet? No, way! Doing that and accepting it as a norm would be incredibly silly of me, don't you think? (Don't answer that. It's rhetorical.)


I want to spend my days with the people who matter – the people I love and care for. I want to start investing in them. By investing in the relationship. I want more time together. Go places. See things. Make memories. Share thoughts. Gain understanding. Love harder.


So what if I don't know when time's about to end for me? It doesn't matter. If I want my life to count, if I want my days to matter, and if I want to make the most of whatever time I've been given, I better start using it wisely. Not in the future, not next time, not tomorrow. Today. It's got to start today.

So... If you had one more day to live,
what would you do and who would you be doing it with?

What Do The People Of MCKL Do When The Fire Alarm Rings And The Vents Start Humming Unusually Loudly?

1. Ask, "Eh, real wan ah? Fire meh? Real wan ah?"

2. Continue doing whatever you're doing. Big Man Boss continued cutting his nails in his room. (Seriously!)

3. Crack jokes. Big Man Boss of Words actually said, "Ooo... we're taking off! Hahaha."

4. Comment on the weather. Botak said, "Eh, raining lah now. Really want to walk down and wait outside in the rain ah?"

5. Stand around and wait for the first person to run. But nobody does. So, you stand around and wait some more. Haha.

Thank goodness it was a false alarm, man.
Or else, all of us terbakar hangus already.

Haha.

AARRGHHH!!!

There are so many pictures I want to post and I just so happen to have the time to do it right now but... I can't! Why? Cos (I'm pretty sure) some moron is hardcore hogging the company internet line with movie/music/porn/whatever downloads. >( Sure wan. It's beyond slow right now. I can't even view pics in my RSS, so you can just forget about me uploading one (although I really, really want to).

Urgh.

I tell you, can get pregnant, give birth,
raise child until can talk already
still my pictures won't load lah.

RAWR!

Phuket In April

Been there once before many years back. Don't know if Round 2 is going to bomb or be a total blast. Come to think of it, I've never been on any of MCKL's company trips before actually. My first year here, they didn't organise one. Then last year, I opted out of the Singapore trip they planned. (Decided to just Me Time my way through the long weekend to recharge. Am glad I did.) Hmmm. Maybe I'll start wriggling my way out of this one, too.

Fair Skin

"Pam ah, how do you feel when
people compliment you on your fair skin?"

I got asked that question yesterday. Don't mind my answer but this is one myth I'm going to debunk. People seem to think that my having fair skin is a blessing. Well, admittedly, most of the time it is. Haha. But some of the time, it's not. Here are some reasons why...

1. I don't tan, I burn. And that hurts like a b*tch.
2. Pimples show like I've got spotlights on them.
3. Scars are crazy obvious and take forever to fade away.
4. I'm at risk of getting freckles and pigmentation spots. T_T
   

Urm... I'm sure there are more reasons to add to the list but whatever they are, they aren't coming right now. I think it's cos I've yet to put lunch into my tummy. Haha. Brain food's at zero right now.

Other Random Nonsense

I'm too tired to tell you stories right now so I'm just gonna post some of the other odds-and-ends styled pictures I took this afternoon with Lamé and Beyoncé. (Che wah, both names ada accent wan. Gaya-mutu-keunggulan betul! Dun mess.)

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Beyonce said: If you take pictures with your hair
covering half your face, you'll look thinner.

-_-'''

But if hair tak jadi, use hand also can.

If hand tak jadi, still got secret weapon:
Distract! Distract! Distract!




Wth, I think I'll stop talking now. -_-

Lamé joins in.

Beyonce got the brief wrong. Other people buat bodoh,
she pula pakai muke seksi pegang coklat. Salah channel.

(Psst, see see actually this Lamé also damn camwhore wan, man!)

Ok, that's it. G'night, guys. Zzz...

New Crew!

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you
to a new face that will soon be appearing
with increasing frequency on Tinki Talks!

Ok, it obviously isn't Duh Roads. DUH.
Haha. Lame joke. Which brings me to...

Everybody, meet Lamé!

Quite lame, right, she? HAHA. =p But ok lah. Duh Roads and I will close one eye and pretend act dunno. Haha. Cos we also same lame. =p

This pic was taken cos Duh Roads said I should have worn
my dark framed glasses today so we'd all look same same.


See? Same lame. And one more for the road...

didjital, you've been replaced! Wakakaka. Aiyo, kidding only lah. I poke you. Never poke her. See how special you are to me???

*grin*

WOAI! WHEN LUNCH? KNS YOU! >(

Finally, A Reason To Celebrate

Walt Disney's Ferdinand The Bull (1938)

Mee, look what I found!!!

"This Oscar-winning short story revolves around the life of a young bull who preferred to sit under his favourite tree and smell flowers, rather than clash horns with the other bulls his age. But as luck would have it, an untimely incident with a bee brings out Ferdinand's ferocious side thus, landing him in the bull-fighting arena amidst characters based on Walt Disney's animators with a matador reportedly modeled after Walt himself."

[Edited Source]

Shhh. Dun tell anybody
why it's special to us, ok?

I shy. =p

Once Upon A Wintertime

OMG, fond memories!!! TV3 is da bomb on Saturday morning lah, I tell you! Earlier, I watched Donald Duck get his arse beaten by his three nephews. Haha. Funny. And now, it's showing a cartoon I used to watch over and over again on VCR when I was a child! A Christmas tale of lovers in the winter, beautifully sung by Frances Langford.

Ahh, now, I'm feeling all lovey dovey. =)

Disney make love seem so easy, right?

Love > Bicker > Make Up
> Back & Better Together Than Ever
> Happily Ever After

So innocent. So simplistic.

If only it were true for all of us. Haha. Most love stories I know come with hard work, perseverance, tenacity, effort... and then some. Successes are few and there's pain aplenty. And for those who actually make it, they tell stories that somehow fall short of what my imagination conjours. No drawing hearts on ice. No bunny rabbit couples for company. Just a choice to love and you stick to it cos you know what you want. Well, that's real life, I guess. Think Real Life needs a good dose of Disney sometimes though. The die-hard romantic in me needs it. Haha.

The Anti-Shisha Agreement

2 guys versus 2 girls.

. . .

2 shisha addicts versus
2 anti-smoking advocates.

. . .

2 Vernacular Writers versus
1 English Writer + 1 Graphic Designer.




(No points for guessing who came up
with the Terms of Agreement.)

However you put it, know this: It ain't over, boysss. 1 week down (more like just 5 short days), 3 more to go (read: 28 looong days before our agreement becomes void). Better go get them Zinger Burgers ready. I don't want to have to wait for my (free) food.

*grin*

This Is Why Pam Song Loves PS

Original Pic = Before

It was a pretty gloomy morning. Plus, I shot this
from inside a car with lightly tinted windows.

Before + PS = After
= Semi-satisfied Pam Song

Click here to view from original post.

After + PS = Final Edit
= Satisfied Pam Song

Photoshop's the bomb lah, I tell you. Whatever comes out less than satisfactory from DCIM, I tweak. Sure, it's a hell of a lot more work if I use my mobile and not the DSLR but... hey, at least it means that I don't really lug my G1 around everywhere I go. Haha. In fact, I shot this pic of KLCC with my handphone! Haha. PS – Love! It! Lah!

These Things I Miss

2 whole years (almost to the date, actually) after we said our goodbyes to Menara IMC, work finally brought me on a journey back into the heart of KL City. And I must say... I've missed the buzz of the busy city that was once my playground.

That, and the trees.
Oh, I've missed the trees.

And the two metal jagung that used to illuminate
my lonely walks home at night, past Saloma.

PJ just isn't quite like the KL I know though I refer to it as KL all the same when I'm talking about it. Sigh.

So Tong Chiang!

MCKL's entryway-slash-reception area.

I know that these hanging golden balls with red Cina flowers were brought in to help get MCKL into the Chinese New Year mood of things but... I can't help but to think: "Hmmm... So, that's where our bonuses and increments are going." T_T

The 2 Cs

There's nothing sexier in a man than Confidence.
There's nothing more off-putting in a man than Cockiness.


Fine line to you boys, big diff for us girls.

I Paid RM45 In Doctor's Fees... For A Compliment

The doc I visited today told me he thought I was 18.
E-I-G-H-T-E-E-N! Can anybody say "yay"???

And that's even though I went to see him with a major headache, in an RM10 t-shirt from Bangkok, wearing buy-1-free-1 shorts, with zero make-up and messy, wet hair. Heck, I didn't even bother with the basic toner-moisturiser combination I usually go cos the doc's office was just down the road from where I live! Guess the memory of that entire episode kinda makes it more than enough reason for this sick 25-year-old to go to bed with a smile.

G'night, boys and girls.
Fake teenagers need their sleep. =p

Love Harder

I don't know her. Heck, I don't know any of them! But I follow some of their blogs. Hers included. And I've read her plea. Well, you know what? I feel for her. I do. And if they're going all out to make a difference for her and her loved one, I think I can (try), too. That's why I'm jumping on the Love Harder bandwagon.

But first, here's her story...

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My name is brandy. And I have a blog.

And a plea.

I use my blog to showcase the crazy I meet everyday, share the stories of the kids I teach, and document my love for tequila, dairy products and the abdominal muscles of Ryan Reynolds.

Rarely do I talk about personal issues on my blog-- as personal as the dude that I adore. But I need your help. And it involves my dude.

He's a guy who made math comics for my class, so they would love learning about addition. He's the guy who sends my friends gift cards when they are having hard times, who remembers every story I ever told him, who was the first person I celebrated with when I got a teaching job.

He's the guy who sent flowers to me at school-- dozens of my favourite pink roses just because he loves me. He's a guy who has spent a year patiently explaining (and re-explaining) everything there is to know about football during the important games when silence is preferred.

He's made me word puzzles and comics and stayed up late playing Scrabble with me (even though I beat him almost every time). He's listened to me cry about school and family and jobs. He is everything I never knew I needed and everything I always knew I wanted.

I realize this all sounds dramatic, a Lifetime movie in the making-- but this is life. Right now. And I'm throwing away any hint of ego and am humbly asking for you to pray or think kind thoughts. If you are able to pass this on, thank you.

This isn't a call for sympathy or a plea for pity. It's just one girl hoping you can think positive thoughts for the person she adores. If my current heartache provides you with anything, let it be the reminder that life is short, love is unbending and no one knows what could happen next.

Thank you for reading this, and if you haven't already? Please tell someone you love them today.

I did.

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Dear Brandy, this one's for you
...and your Hot Awesome Dude c/o The Interwebs.

THEIR PLEA

Our friend Brandy is a brilliant writer, a wonderful teacher, and a generous friend. And she is in love with a man who has just been diagnosed with multiple myeloma.

We are raising money for the Multiple Myeloma Research Fund in his name. For the price of a cinnamon dolce latte, half-caf, hold the whip, you can be part of an effort to cure a disease that affects approximately 750,000 people worldwide.

http://www.loveharder.org

Every dollar brings us a dollar closer to a cure. And every donation brings a sliver of hope to a girl who needs all the hope she can get.

WHAT YOU CAN DO

+ GIVE. Be part of a worldwide effort to cure a disease that affects approximately 750,000 people worldwide. Every dollar helps.
+ PASS IT ON. Forward this story to five people. Share this blog post. (I just did. Will you?) Become our fan on Facebook.
+ LOVE HARDER. Life is short, love is unbending, and no one knows what could happen next. Tell someone you love them today.

If you have the capacity and financial ability and to help, please do so. It's no longer about reaching a goal or meeting a target. Others already did that when they hit $1,000 mark. Now, it's about making a difference. And just so you know that they're not blowing your money on Chanel suits, Christian Louboutin shoes, Dior sunglasses and Dolce & Gabbana handbags...


WHERE YOUR MONEY GOES

Some facts about the MMRF:

+ The American Institute of Philanthropy recently named The Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation one of the best organizations to give to in terms of their accountability and use of resources.

+ By working closely with researchers, clinicians and partners in the biotech and pharmaceutical industry, the MMRF has helped bring multiple myeloma patients four new treatments that are extending lives around the globe.

+ The MMRF has advanced twenty Phase I and Phase II clinical trials. They need your support to advance these clinical research programs and accelerate the development of better, more effective treatments.

+ The MMRF's Multiple Myeloma Genomics Initiative recently became the first to sequence the multiple myeloma whole genome in its entirety.

+ A whopping 98% of your donation to the MMRF will be used immediately to support high-priority multiple myeloma research.

+ With diminishing funding for early stage drug development and the next myeloma treatments not expected to be approved until 2011, the MMRF desperately needs your help.

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Life's short. Clock's ticking.

Gotta love harder while you can
in the time that you've been given, people.

I know I will.


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DONATE: http://www.loveharder.org
CONTACT: theloveharderfund@gmail.com
FACEBOOK: http://facebook.loveharder.org
MORE INFO: http://www.themmrf.org

Real Legends Became Somebodies From Nobodies Because They Believe In Working Hard To Get To Where They're At From Where They Came From

Stopped by The Nat Factor's site and read this awesome 1-question-1-answer Q&A from Teen Vogue. They interviewed Anna Wintour – a.k.a Nuclear Wintour to some in her industry – the lady Meryl Streep's character was supposedly based on in the movie The Devil Wears Prada. And in case you were wondering, yes, Wintour is the Editor in Chief of American Vogue Magazine.

The focus of this question is fashion design but the values being preached can pretty much be applied to just any field or industry.

My favourite parts are highlighted.

TEEN VOGUE: What advice do you have for a young person who is interested in fashion design?

ANNA WINTOUR: Don't go too fast. Because of reality television and all these celebrities thinking they can be designers, everyone imagines that they can just become a designer, photographer, or model, but that's not the way things work. People have to go to school, learn their craft, and build a brand – that's the right, healthy way to do things. If you're an overnight sensation, you can be yesterday's news in no time, whereas building something slowly and carefully that has value and quality, that's what's going to have legs. You'd be amazed at how many people come in here, and they make perfectly nice clothes, but they don't understand how to differentiate their brand from another, or they don't have a business plan, or they don't know where to produce things. Don't run before you can crawl. It's a very hard business, full of many, many extremely creative, talented people who work hard and still fail. If you have the basic building blocks behind you, you're much more likely to do well.

"Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love Ya, Tomorrow. You're Only A Day Away."

Tomorrow's a brand new day. I know tomorrow'll be a better day.
I know tomorrow'll be a better day. Tomorrow's a brand new day.
Tomorrow's a brand new day. I know tomorrow'll be a better day.
I know tomorrow'll be a better day. Tomorrow's a brand new day.
Tomorrow's a brand new day. I know tomorrow'll be a better day.
I know tomorrow'll be a better day. Tomorrow's a brand new day.
Tomorrow's a brand new day. I know tomorrow'll be a better day.
I know tomorrow'll be a better day. Tomorrow's a brand new day.
Tomorrow's a brand new day. I know tomorrow'll be a better day.
I know tomorrow'll be a better day. Tomorrow's a brand new day.
Tomorrow's a brand new day. I know tomorrow'll be a better day.
I know tomorrow'll be a better day. Tomorrow's a brand new day.
Tomorrow's a brand new day. I know tomorrow'll be a better day.
I know tomorrow'll be a better day. Tomorrow's a brand new day.


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.
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*fingers crossed*

Plus, if I say it enough, maybe it'll come true.
(And trust me, I'll take Maybe over Definitely Not any day. T_T)

Sigh.

Tough Can(not) Be Beat

Some days, Tough just keeps its death grip on you and obstinately refuses to let go no matter how long you whine or how much you cry. Kinda makes you wonder if you should just give up altogether and give in to the sensations that follow. Milk it for what it's worth and come bouncing back with stronger bones.


So, swallow the poison you're served then look up and smile at the cracks you see in the ceiling above you. Stop to really take in the pain from invisible claws that dig into both sides of your neck as you close your eyes and give in to the constant pulsing – the throbbing – in your brain. Remember the feeling of your own breath catching in your throat and for once, enjoy the ache that seeps from your heart and into your arteries.

And when enough's enough,
look Tough in the face and tell it to take a hike
cos you're going to do what's good for you:

Sleep the day away.

Rough Day Kali Dua, Tiga, Empat, Lima

It's been a rough day.

Spent the morning rushing the day's work out by 2PM so I could shoot off to 111EYE to review and comment on the work briefed last Saturday. Said my peace and rushed off to AddAudio for recording at 3PM. Finished up, then rushed back to 111EYE by 5:45PM to continue working on the video edit. Well, it's 10:16PM. And I'm still there. T_T

Know what that means?
Read: Rough Day ain't over yet.

Sigh.

What Are People From Kuantan Called?

Duh Roads – the girl from Kuantan – doesn't know.

*rolls eyes*

Fail lah that woman. Siape diri pun tak tau, tak kenal. Eh, at least I know I'm a Penangite, okay. She? Blur giler. (Dun tell her I said that or she'll have my ass, I'll be dead, and you'll have nothing else to read. =p)

*grin*


So, are they "Kuantan-ians" or "Kuantan-ites"?

Watching This Made My Skin Crawl

...in a good way.

I'll watch Wicked – the untold story of the witches of Oz – live one day. I will, I will. With Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth playing the parts of Elphaba and Glinda respectfully, if possible. But even if not, I'll be there.


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Related Posts:
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• He Knows The Song In My Heart [Thursday, June 25, 2009]
• For Good [Sunday, December 27, 2009]

Not-So-Random Nonsense

Mow the LAWN.
Melt the BUTTER.
Clean up the SOOT.
Pluck the CHERRIES.
Clean 'em all up and fill up the graves.

Lawn and Butter shared a side. The good side. The winning side. Soot and Cherries sat on the other end. The bad end. That got tipped over.

More tomorrow. Nights, y'all. =)

Connected!

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud (and totally beside myself with joy) to announce that the home I'm in now comes equipped with WiFi capabilities. Double woot moment, everybody! Hahaha.

That's me chilling out in my not-so-new-anymore room, late this Saturday afternoon. But, wait. Don't be deceived. I've been busy. (Feels like the situation's been such for, like, for-EVAR! *grunt*) Spent the morning at a production house briefing the team on how a video was supposed to be executed. T_T


Had claypot chicken rice lunch with Duh Roads, then spent the better part of the afternoon getting Baby's four tires, front suspension, front break pads and front chambers changed. Damn tired now (from all that waiting at the workshop *grin*). That's why I deserve to chill. I DESERVE IT!

Anyhoo, considering there's connectivity in my hood now – yo, don't I sound cool? – you'll be seeing lots more of me over weekends from now on. (Not literally, of course. *rolls eyes*)

Love Is...

...meant to be expressed.

Blame the bad DI on my time constraints ok? =p

If Cannot Make It, FAKE IT!

With make-up! Hahaha.

Sleep-at-4AM-wake-up-at-7.30AM face.

Not bad, right? Haha.

And to better camouflage the bad stuff, put on thick-framed glasses and take pictures from a great, great distance!

Haha. Desperate times call for
desperate measures lah. Don't judge.

But seriously lor. I think make-up was man's (or was it woman's?) greatest invention. And good skin is man (and woman's) greatest blessing. Too bad I no longer have the latter. T_T (Whoops, I think I still owe you a story for that one, too. Later lah, ok?) LUNCH TIME!

BB In Da Haus!

Here's a pic so you can put a face to the person. =)

I was laughing at uh... something she was doing at the time. Haha. Inside joke. Can't tell you what it was. Girls only. Sorry, guys. =p


But know this: There's more from where this pic came from. HAHA. Here's another example of what went down earlier in the night. Show you guys the rest one day lah, ok? Censored ones. Haha. AS SOON AS I GET INTERNET AT HOME. Rarr. Blame The Owner. >(

Let's Talk Menus

BB: Who would have thought that menus are such a pain in the arse?

Pam Song: *slow, contemplative nod* Yeah. Man U's a pain in the arse...

BB: Ya lah!

Pam Song: ...Liverpool's better. *grin*

BB: -_-

Menu. Man-U.

Geddit? Geddit?? Bwahahaha.


DEE, AREN'T YOU
PROUD OF ME???


I'm so funny. I'm so funny.
Ha. Ha. Ha.

*wth face*

See, this is what working when you're supposed to be sleeping does to the brain. Sigh. Gotta get my groove on and get a move on (or just shuddup and suck it up). T_T Hello, Eyebags. Hello, Dark Rings. Imma see you foos tomorrow, okay? Peace out.

Who Got Da Bigger Mouth???

This is what overworked people do to make themselves feel better about being at work on Ladies' Night. (Not that I club, of course. =p)

Beyonce and I in competition.

So? Who win?

p/s: Crazy woman say I take this pic look "so maintain" worrr. *rolls eyes* Cheh. I so tak look maintain at all in this pic, okayyy. Face like babi liddat already summore consider muka maintain ah? Sheesh. I thought only Cina got sepet eyes. (HAHA. =p)

(Free) Breakfast x 3

MONDAY:
Roti Kosong + Teh Tarik Panas, courtesy of The Owner

TUESDAY:
Lo Mai Kai, courtesy of The Owner

WEDNESDAY:
Special K Bar in Blueberry, courtesy of Valentine's

The said Special K Bar in Blueberry. =)

I wonder what tomorrow brings. Haha.

Evolution: From "Solo" To "Duo"

Click here to jump to source.

Gosh, this is one cool picha! I love it, love it, love it! Gotta try it myself someday. Taking one and being in one. Haha. Gotta, gotta. =)

Achievement Of The Year!

A certain Copywriter you know
just did her own visuals in Word Doc.

AND THEY'RE DAMN KAU CUN, TOO!
(Even if she does say so herself.) =p

*cough cough*

Cummon, you know who I'm talkin' aboot.

Uh huh. You know who I'm talkin' aboot.

*grin*

There she is. Haha. Lame.

And with that, marks the end of Wednesday.

p/s: I know lah, I know. The baju, the hair and the pose a bit tak matching but... don't be so critical can or not? Just close one eye and pretend act dunno can or not? I don't ask a lot of you wat. Buat bodo – this one thing also cannot do for me ah? Sheesh. >(

Potong Ke Tak Potong?

So? Potong ke tak potong?

Just note that this is a bad example lah cos I got bad hair day today. *sigh* Will try another short hair sample when I've the time and patience to give it another good go ok? After which, I'll upload it for more comments. But tell me what you think cos this blogger's itching.

You... Complete Me. =)

That's me stealing a line from Mr Maguire,
in case you were wondering. =p

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Duh Roads: Eh! *long pause* Have you given me the... *sentence left hanging – brain slow*

Pam Song: *without missing a beat* Copy.

Duh Roads: Ya. For... *brain slow part 2*

Pam Song: XYZ? (That's the censored name of the project. =p)

Duh Roads: Ya.

Pam Song: Haha. Brain tak jalan today ah?

Duh Roads: Ya. -_-'''


Haha. Look like it ain't just couples who complete each others' sentences after they've dated for awhile. Partners at work do the same for each other, too. =p

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"A friend hears the song in my heart
and sings it to me when my memory fails."

– Unknown Author

Go Die Lah

Most days, I love doing what I do and being where I am when I do it. Some other days – take yesterday, for instance – I go home wondering why I do what I do where I do it. Think it's the same for Duh Roads.


Duh Roads: *cough cough* *click* *sniffle sniffle* *cough* *click click*

Pam Song: *looks at Duh Roads* Eh, you can't get sick now. (Yes. At MCKL, getting sick is a choice. Gotta plan it right – Small Boss said so. *wth face*) Who do visual then? You get sick, they all die, man.

Duh Roads: *matter of fact-ly, without a second thought, while still clicking on her comp* Let them die lah.

Pam Song & Duh Roads: *turn to look at each other* HAHAHA.

Yep. That's how fed up we were last night.

-_-

Oh, and in case you were wondering,
Duh Roads is much better today. =)

Fluid Intelligence Vs. Crystallised Intelligence

Trivia-of-the-day time!

Found a piece on BBC online that I thought was pretty interesting. From the looks of it, the hot topic for comparison won't be IQ Vs. EQ anymore. Instead, it's what Adrian Furnham, professor of psychology at University College London, refers to as "Fluid Intelligence" Vs. "Crystallised Intelligence". Here's a short excerpt from the article that explains the two forms of intelligences.

Adrian Furnham is a professor of psychology at University College London and has studied the relationship between general knowledge and intelligence.

He makes a distinction between what he describes as "fluid" and "crystallised" intelligence.

"Fluid intelligence is analysis, maybe doing Sudoku or a Rubik's cube - speed of analysis with problem solving. You don't have to have had an education."

Crystallised intelligence on the other hand is knowledge you have learnt and then access from memory. Knowing all of the counties in the British Isles is a piece of crystallised intelligence.

[Source]

You know, I think my Fluid Intelligence outperforms my Crystallised Intelligence. Haha. I'm not even sure if I can name all 14 states in Malaysia now that highschool's a lifetime away. HA. HA. I remember a time when I was travelling back and forth between Penang and KL by bus back in my college days, and I told The BF that I was passing Malacca on my way back to Penang. (To which he replied, "Eh! Are you sure you're on the right bus??") Haha. Geography FAIL! Big time.

*blink blink*

Now how did I get to that? Hmmm.
Back to the topic at hand, ok?

I have a problem with this argument. It totally negates Emotional Intelligence! Why? Doesn't High EQ + High IQ = High Intelligence? Hmmm. So, in the case of Professor Furnham's argument, does this equation *points below* read right?

IQ = Fluid Intelligence + Crystallised Intelligence

Hmmm. Looks a little lopsided to me without EQ sitting on the other end of the spectrum. What about the ability to deal with your own emotions and those of others? What about being smart enough to navigate through the many emotional landmines Life presents you? Isn't that important, too? And doesn't that affect and influence a person's level of "cleverness" as well?

Again, I say, "Hmmm." What say you?

Dew

Snapped this one in Muar over New Year weekend. Dug it out of storage and had it Photoshopped cos I decided I needed a little bit of freshness to feel better about the day. Sigh. Ciao, guys. Imma head home and rot in front of the telly now.

All Up... But All Down

Before dinner conversation:

Pam Song: *to no one in particular* Fed up. Fed. Up. I fed up. Feddup? Feh-dup? Feh-DUP! I feddup. *turns to Duh Roads* You feddup?

Duh Roads: *looks at me* No. I no feddup. I giv-vup.

Sigh. Me too.

May things get better after
we get some food into our systems.

Ticked Off

Me. Now.

Don't friggin' speak to me like I'm a friggin' moron if you or your friggin' minions have given me moronic instructions to begin with. >(

It Reeks Of Boredom In Here

Duncha think?

Liverpool 1 Man Utd 0

Dee, I thought you'd like this:

Tee hee. =p

Coming Clean

Ok, check out this loose pic of me.

Tengok macam ok, right? Wrong.

Look!

GAH!!! Outbreak giler!

T_T

You just don't see the erupting volcanoes I have on my forehead cos I hardly take close-ups these days. That and cos Photobooth doesn't really catch the bad stuff due to its relatively poorer picture quality. Sigh. I need bad technology to save my face nowadays. How pathetic is that? T_T

But that's how my forehead's looking today.
Let me tell you how it started. Sad-case story, really.

Remember that MCKL party I attended sometime mid-December? The one I had to dress-up for? The one Duh Roads said I tak cukup glam enough wan? Well, it started there. So what happened was this...

*blink blink*

Eh, wait.

I've got copy to send out. Shaits.
BRB to story you later ok?
Don't forget to come back!

Haha. Cliffhanger gilerrrr...

*grin*

Ciao.

Achievements, Ambitions & Aspirations

I recently had my annual appraisal with the powers that be *rolls eyes* at MCKL. Hmmm. Odd session, that was – as it always seems to be with me. You see, I don't quite mind being evaluated for the year that has been. It's only fair that I be 'judged' for what I have or have not done. But I really abhor having to enlist my ambitions/aspirations for the coming year. Why? Because of this:

In the eyes of those who reach only for the tangible,
when it comes to ambitions/aspirations, I have none.

You see, I'm not really one for titles and positions of power. I don't need the title Senior Copywriter. Just pay me enough to do the work in the company of awesome people and I'd be happy. Haha. I wouldn't beg, steal or kill for metals or industry awards. (White lego bricks or yellow pencils, anyone?) I just want to know that I've done work I can be proud of.

Does that seem ambition-less to you?

Hmmm.

Maybe these statements
will make you think that of me:

I've never had dreams of managing a multi-national company. Never thought of starting my own business. Never wanted to be a millionaire by 30.

All I want... is to do lots
and be happy doing it.

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Is that really me being ambition-less?

I don't think so.

Because I have dreams.

I have things I want to learn. More I want to do. Places I want to visit. People I want to meet. Friendships I want to grow. Family I want to cherish. A family of my own I want to build. Children I want to raise. With a man I want to grow old with.

Aren't these dreams ambitious enough?

Sure, they're a tad intangible but... who's to say intangibility is a bad thing? I don't just want a house, I want a home. I don't have a need for it to be big and built with lots of bricks, but I'm game for having a big family living within its walls. I don't just want a car, I want to go places and see new things with the people I love and care about. See what I mean?


The tangibles like the big house, big car and big pay check – those are extras in my books. But my dreams? Those, I can't live without. I can't go through life not having achieved all that. And I can't possibly say that I've lived if I've never had a taste of life with that which my heart really desires.


You may think I've taken the whole not-storing-up-treasures-on-Earth-but-in-Heaven thing too literally but... you know what? That's not it. Really. I just don't happen to want the typical things others expect me to want. I want more. A different kind of 'more' due to the different set of priorities I have.

Budak DJ Kembali

...tapi dah tambah berat.

*grin*

Show you picha.

Some things don't change lah, hor?

Still cheeky and full of nonsense. Haha.

You think the hot shot DJ came by The Office to pay us a visit? Pfft. Please lah. Don't kid yourself. This fella not so senti, emo or thoughtful. No memory of his ex-colleagues anymore. Out of sight, out of mind already. Kanasai, didjital, you wait.


Some people really living the good life now. No need to work late or wake up early already. No need to skip meals to Photoshop logos and tweak lines with Illustrator. No need to brainstorm till the wee hours of morning. No more dark rings under eyes (but still botak =p). Haih. Good life until fei tut tut di. I jeles.

Jeles but happy for him. =)

didjital, you know you've got it good when
you need a Moleskin to cover your double chin. =p

Next time we (and by 'we', you know I mean Dennis The Menace =p) plan makan together-gether, dun FFK or tell us you cannot make it! You've got no excuse now. You're a FREELANCER, dammit!

The Gentleman Was Awesome!

Wanna see my in-concert shot?

Haha. Sorry lah.

They say G1 cannot go in so...
Omnia II to the rescue lor. =p

I blame Yat. He say cannot bring in so I got friends to leave it in their car but in the end, they didn't even check my bags when I went through the gates. And to further rub salt into my wound, when I was inside, I saw damn a lot of people carrying giler babi besar DSLRs around. T_T

But whatever lah. I was there for the music. And boy, oh boy, was it good! I wasn't his biggest fan but I tell ya, I think I am now! Haha. (Okay, I'm not. The other people there scream like never see guy before. I see also sket. Pang chiu, close one eye, let them win. =p)


The man can really sing! His pitching and control was superb. And he wasn't just a singer, he was a performer and an entertainer. There was a storyline to his concert and I really enjoyed the dance moves. The female dancers were crazy sexy. Haha. Sure, they were a little older than I thought they'd be but still, they were sexy all the same. =p Very ons.


He had a good rapport with the audience and told stories of how his songs came about. Pretty interesting to note. Like, for his song Mad, he wrote it cos his mama always told him, "When you're in a relationship, you never ever, ever, ever (x 180,293) wanna go to bed mad." Good advice. My dad said the same thing when I started dating at 17. Haha. His version was, "Don't let the sun go down on anger."

Aiyo, he's damn good lah.
I dunno what else to say but that. Haha.

No regrets even though I had to rush out from work early, get stuck in a jam, go round and round looking for parking, stand for 3 hours, have to wait to get out of the parking lot and then wake up early the next morning to finish work I didn't finish the night before. Haha.

So. Worth. It.

And I have to say this:
Ne-Yo kicks BEP's arse easy! =p

Travel Plans

Cos It's Raining On A Friday

HELLO, PEEPS! WAZZZUP??? =p

I know lah, my hair like siao char bo in this picture but... like The Senior Writer and I were saying yesterday, there are no good looking guys in the office for us to dress up for also. So what's the point? No motivation whatsoever. Nada. Zilch. Might as well come in sweat pants, 3-day-old T-shirts and matted hair.

*rolls eyes*

Ok, enough about the sorry state of XYs at MCKL.

Today I woke up to my very first rainy morning of the year. Happiness! =D I love rainy mornings. (Would love them even more if I didn't have to get out from under the covers at all. =p) They've got the perfect balance between Fresh and Calm that I like.


I also like driving in the rain with either (1) the music turned up real high, or (2) with no music at all. Depending on my mood at the time. Wet drives calm me. It always feels like it's just me and the raindrops meeting because we happened to be at the same place at the same time. So Zen. =)

I enjoyed today's drive to work.
Even though I was met with 11 red lights.

=)

Another One Bites The Dust

Said 'goodbye' to MCKL's one and only
Hokkien-speaking IT Man last Wednesday.

From Left to Right: Botak, Yours Truly, Duh Roads and the IT Man.

Here's something you probably didn't know: I like watching him dance. Haha. Duh Roads also say she like. HAHA. Cos he really dance like very feeeeel liddat. Don't see him no up, okay. He may be a tech guy during the day but when night comes around, the man can burn up the dance floor when he grooves, moves and boogie-woogies like there's no tomorrow. =p Witnessed it first hand twice already. Both times also there was alcohol involved. Haha. (He drank. I didn't, of course.) Ahh... memories, memories.

You know, as irritating as he can be at times,
I think I'm gonna find myself missing his nonsense one day.

And dang, who's gonna unblock email lah now?

Sigh.

Ne-Yo Live In KL Concert 2010

Damn, I'm psyched! Haha. It's his first time in KL and I'mma be there. Was offered a free ticket and I ain't gonna miss it for nuttin'.




That's me getting in the mood with my recently-found iPod. Gotta start memorising the lyrics now so I don't end up bopping about like an idiot later, and humming la-la-las to R&B like a moron. =p

Birthday Shout-out!

Yo, yo! I've got news! Miss Armpits-Smell-Like-Onions just turned... turned... urm... damn, I dunno how old she turned today. -_- Birthday shout-out FAIL. Wth. Anyways, it's the thought that counts lah. All I know is that she's older than I am. MWAHAHAHA. And that's good enough for me. *grin*

This woman is kecik but bising. She's got good taste in music. And shoes. And she's damn hot when she's on the dance floor. Oh oh, and she just had a haircut. Haha. I dunno if she's taken or single but if you're interested, just leave me a comment and I'll see what I can do. HA. HA. Lelong colleague. Best!

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Happy Birthday, woman!

Your birthday cake was yums!
I want the same one when
my birthday comes along, ok?
Dun forget I even made a cupcake
birthday masthead for you, okay.
So you pandai pandai lah ya? =p

XOXO,
Pam Song

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Okay okay, this is my last post for today. I promise. I think you guys are sick of looking at my pink stripes already anyways. Haha.

Pink Stripes

K and I.

Know what the funniest part is?
I didn't notice it. He did. =p

Dragon Fruit Helps You Poop. Eat Some.

As you can probably tell by now, I'm very much in the mood to blog today. Haha. Recharged. Am just so ons with throwing you camwhore pictures, trivia and useless information you don't need right now it's getting in the way of any real thinking. Well, enjoy it while it lasts, folks. Considering the growing pile of JRs on my desk, I doubt it'll be much longer that I get to ramble for kicks.


ANYHOO, the point of this post is this: I found a fruit platter in the pantry so I grabbed a slice of white Dragon Fruit (that'll probably translate into one pathetic centimetre of poop at max -_-) and proceeded to take a pic of myself enjoying it.

That's me over-enjoying my stolen taken-without-permission Dragon Fruit. Check out the Colgate smile, man. Haha. And OMG, IS THAT A HINT OF DOUBLE CHIN I SEE???

*faints*

Urm... and that's Balala behind me doing all he can to ruin the pic. Tongue out – very original. Haha. Hey, don't you think he looks constipated? Hmmm. Maybe he needs some Dragon Fruit, too. =p

Hi, Balala. I put your face on my blog like you said I shouldn't. =p Why? Cos everything forbidden reeks of great, big YUMs. Heh heh. That and cos I think it's the perfect punishment to dish when you butt yourself into my pics without my permission. =p