tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post8890135979675269561..comments2024-03-20T00:30:56.032+08:00Comments on Tinki Talks: Hello, Freaksville! I'm Back.Pam Songhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399678618799594311noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-46970984862485585842007-03-22T14:13:00.000+08:002007-03-22T14:13:00.000+08:00Eeyer. I dun wan, thank you very much. You quickly...Eeyer. I dun wan, thank you very much. You quickly fly back la. What you doing so far away?Pam Songhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399678618799594311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-7634761589770236842007-03-22T13:56:00.000+08:002007-03-22T13:56:00.000+08:00hahaha...=pwell..you have your kitty cats to teman...hahaha...=p<BR/><BR/>well..you have your kitty cats to teman you...i mean the cats that always walk around the house la..=pminghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17903024851050765278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-11303512073556639442007-03-21T09:43:00.000+08:002007-03-21T09:43:00.000+08:00ATTN: Leon– YOUR eyes, or HER eyes? *blink blink*W...ATTN: Leon<BR/>– YOUR eyes, or HER eyes? <BR/><BR/>*blink blink*<BR/><BR/>What am I saying? Gotta be hers. Monsters don't got eyes. <BR/><BR/><BR/>ATTN: Ming<BR/>– Yes yes. Anal about my laundry. That, I am. Ing17 knows me well. I think I need you to come back. Hanging clothes in the middle of the night has grown to be a very lonely affair.Pam Songhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399678618799594311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-85097203624478491402007-03-21T08:08:00.000+08:002007-03-21T08:08:00.000+08:00i love helping tinki to hang her clothes after she...i love helping tinki to hang her clothes after she is done with the washing...=p<BR/><BR/>anal...=p<BR/><BR/>lub,<BR/>ing -17minghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17903024851050765278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-72985902102036346482007-03-21T03:19:00.000+08:002007-03-21T03:19:00.000+08:00It's all in the eyes :)It's all in the eyes :)Leonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17574066329265738445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-29364537430030315992007-03-20T22:40:00.000+08:002007-03-20T22:40:00.000+08:00Oh, don't worry. I never once wondered if a sane g...Oh, don't worry. I never once wondered if a sane girl would fall for you. Only one who was either an inch away from insane or one who was a demented cat. <BR/><BR/>*grin*<BR/><BR/>I'm finding it a wee bit hard to imagine you as the sweep-a-woman-off-her-feet charmer. No, sorry. I meant VERY hard to imagine.Pam Songhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399678618799594311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-37509776809747452902007-03-20T21:02:00.000+08:002007-03-20T21:02:00.000+08:00Are you mad? Just which sane girl in the world wou...Are you mad? Just which sane girl in the world would wanna have a bf like me?<BR/><BR/>On second thought, I can be rather charming at times....... hmm...<BR/><BR/>*grins*Leonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17574066329265738445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-10471505605373748362007-03-20T19:21:00.000+08:002007-03-20T19:21:00.000+08:00Haha. Hey babe. You laaa. Dun simply wave chicken ...Haha. Hey babe. You laaa. Dun simply wave chicken feet around. Very dangerous. You FELT how dangerous it is first hand. =p<BR/><BR/>I WANT HERBAL CHICKEN SOUP!!! Nobody want to cook with me wannn. =(Pam Songhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399678618799594311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-22607036850949629942007-03-20T17:56:00.000+08:002007-03-20T17:56:00.000+08:00sigh...I remember kena smack just bcause I asked y...sigh...I remember kena smack just bcause I asked you whether u wanna buy this chicken feet. And the crazy times in the kitchen trying to boil herbal chicken soup...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-53194064692549978512007-03-20T17:21:00.000+08:002007-03-20T17:21:00.000+08:00ATTN: Leon– Right. You love women. But you love th...ATTN: Leon<BR/>– Right. You love women. But you love them as mere objects that fascinate through smell and physical appearance. Nothing more. Soulless shells with a hefty rack and a tight arse. <BR/><BR/>That's sad, man.<BR/><BR/>And YOU?! Lots of love to give? I don't see it, man. You love nothing and no one but yourself. Narcissist. Hate feminists all you want. I hate narcissists. <BR/><BR/>Find yourself a nice girlfriend, will ya? Perhaps she'll change your mind. One your mother would approve of. And you know her take on all that, don't you? I think she's made herself clear. Haha. <BR/><BR/>p/s: I'm Hakka and proud of it. *stab stab* =)<BR/><BR/><BR/>ATTN: Zecount<BR/>– See, this is precisely why I <EM>know</EM> it's not you.Pam Songhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399678618799594311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-19873856442804684962007-03-20T16:55:00.000+08:002007-03-20T16:55:00.000+08:00Oh, I love women. I love em skinny, I love em plum...Oh, I love women. I love em skinny, I love em plump (well, okay, not that plump).<BR/><BR/>I love A cups, I love B cups, I love C cups. I love thongs and Gs. I love cute tight arses and those alluring eyes.<BR/><BR/>I love shweet smellin after-shampoo hair, long hair, short hair, straight, wavy, I love em all. <BR/><BR/>I am a man of peace, and a man with lots of love to give. <BR/><BR/>How, then, can you say I hate women? I just hate feminists.Leonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17574066329265738445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-59308210657740456922007-03-20T16:29:00.000+08:002007-03-20T16:29:00.000+08:00ATTN: Zecount– OF COURSE I know. Cheh. You sound n...ATTN: Zecount<BR/>– OF COURSE I know. Cheh. You sound nothing like him. He's evil in a human suit (if he even comes with a body, that is). No need to check.<BR/><BR/>Haha. Whose clothes you fry la? Which girl actually allowed you near enough to her clothes for you to fry them like The<EM>Other</EM>Leon did?<BR/><BR/>Do you realise something about The<EM>Other</EM>Leon? He does the Star Wars thing, too! Haha. How cool is that? Another fella who's succumbed to Lameritis. We ada kaki =p<BR/><BR/><BR/>ATTN: Leon<BR/>– Zecount isn't as "off" as YOU are (despite my nick for him), you woman hater. Stay the way you are and you'll die depressed and alone. All. Alone. So, Sith, enjoy that testosterone buzz while it lasts. You'll be missing estrogen soon enough.Pam Songhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399678618799594311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-14500511400615150962007-03-20T12:00:00.000+08:002007-03-20T12:00:00.000+08:00Zecount,About the future husband being lucky, you ...Zecount,<BR/><BR/>About the future husband being lucky, you can give it a try. <BR/><BR/>Stay away from gals like these. I can smell feminism a mile away. She's from the Dark Side, man.<BR/><BR/>Strong with this one, the Force is. Hmmm...<BR/><BR/>Ignore my warning at your own peril. You will die young and painful.<BR/><BR/>Cheers :)Leonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17574066329265738445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-68355383397461624732007-03-20T11:33:00.000+08:002007-03-20T11:33:00.000+08:00just to keep the record straight .. leon n zecount...just to keep the record straight .. leon n zecount diff person lah tinki u go check the profile then u knowlah .. and i also iron my own clothes (more like force to) but me no touching any girl clothes ..satu kali kena ... remeber for life!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-33436785521984418932007-03-20T10:56:00.000+08:002007-03-20T10:56:00.000+08:00And he makes another appearance. I'm having mixed ...And he makes another appearance. I'm having mixed feelings right now. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, I never said that ironing's rocket science. It's... art. But it's art some people just aren't able to master. <BR/><BR/>You say you iron your own clothes. Hmmm. If there's no bwa hoo haa in your ironing, I doubt you're doing that great a job at it. Hah! You're probably looking down at your print-stained chest going, "Damn, she's right. I can't iron for nuts."<BR/><BR/>And it's not that our clothes are weird. It's just that them designers know they can trust us not to ruin their designs should they want to come up with anything more interesting and fashionable. You, men, limit their artistic creativity thanks to your lack of ironing skills. Sigh.<BR/><BR/>*blink blink*<BR/><BR/>You've fried silk before, haven't you?Pam Songhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399678618799594311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-15920900435193242932007-03-20T06:39:00.000+08:002007-03-20T06:39:00.000+08:00I can iron my own clothes. Been doing it since, oh...I can iron my own clothes. Been doing it since, oh ages ago when I left home for college.<BR/><BR/>I don't see the frills and all the bwa hoo haa about it. It's just ironing, for crying out loud.<BR/><BR/>But I can't iron a chick's clothing worth a damn. Women's clothing are .. well, weird. It's almost like an art to try and master ironing them.<BR/><BR/>Rayon, viscose cotton and silk are the worst. Very bad news. <BR/><BR/>Just thought I'd share my two cents with 'mo brothers out there.Leonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17574066329265738445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-21465999048432161012007-03-19T23:14:00.000+08:002007-03-19T23:14:00.000+08:00You call that art!? Which planet did you come from...You call <EM>that</EM> art!? Which planet did you come from!? *snicker* And about that being cool... Well, I think I'll pass. Haha. <BR/><BR/>I think I'm kinda liking this particular sin. It's like my vice. Yum. Too good to pass on. Nyek nyek.Pam Songhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399678618799594311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-38378304319970610702007-03-19T18:06:00.000+08:002007-03-19T18:06:00.000+08:00Aww...and I thought you were artsy ! Everyone thin...Aww...and I thought you were artsy ! <BR/><BR/>Everyone thinks its cool and but you compared it to the devil ?!<BR/><BR/>what does that maketh thee ?<BR/><BR/>Thou art evil!<BR/><BR/>Purify my laundry and thine sins shall be forgiven !Jonohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02054633763921631746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-417682866145201222007-03-19T12:50:00.000+08:002007-03-19T12:50:00.000+08:00ATTN: Leon– You wouldn't be able to afford my iron...ATTN: Leon<BR/>– You wouldn't be able to afford my ironing services. Heh. Ker-chiiinng!<BR/><BR/>Haha. And nope. My parents decided to close the "factory" after a while. Probably when you have kids who keep wanting to do their laundry and iron clothes for a lifetime, you realise that you'll end up doing rugi business wan. Husband's side untung everything only. HAHA. <BR/><BR/><BR/>ATTN: Jono<BR/>– Says who?! You? Hey. You're not <EM>that</EM> far off okay. Haha. You're pretty freaky too! Just take a look at that display pic of yours la. Even the devil wouldn't put that costume on on Halloween's, man. <BR/><BR/>Amen to ironing.Pam Songhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399678618799594311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-2233447293254276722007-03-19T10:12:00.000+08:002007-03-19T10:12:00.000+08:00hahahaha ... actaully come to think of it .. the f...hahahaha ... actaully come to think of it .. the future husband would be so lucky leh ... some one to do the laundry AND ironing ...and sumone who actually loves doing it hahaha ..hmmm ... eh tinki why u only child lah .. u should have one more sister mahAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-84880268641353766442007-03-19T09:05:00.001+08:002007-03-19T09:05:00.001+08:00(Scoffs* and she says I freak her out)(Scoffs* and she says I freak her out)Jonohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02054633763921631746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-14711009434911177522007-03-19T09:05:00.000+08:002007-03-19T09:05:00.000+08:00Pam just keeps getting freakier and freakier doesn...Pam just keeps getting freakier and freakier doesnt she !?<BR/><BR/>haha...<BR/><BR/>but, amen, lots of Ironing is a must.Jonohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02054633763921631746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-9301294350994122602007-03-19T08:04:00.000+08:002007-03-19T08:04:00.000+08:00who in the world is that??? might be coincidence b...who in the world is that??? might be coincidence but that is so not me ...and i certainly wouldn't ask u to do my laundrey (big big warning there) i would certainly ask for ur ironing services hehehehAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-82224847589184948782007-03-19T03:13:00.000+08:002007-03-19T03:13:00.000+08:00Haha. Ya la. Weird lo! Tau pun. Haha. That's exact...Haha. Ya la. Weird lo! Tau pun. Haha. That's exactly what I do. Dengar over and over and over tak jelak. Haha. My play count beratus-ratus wan. Some even pecah thousand when only listen one week. HAHA.Pam Songhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399678618799594311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32353272.post-64008685650978260822007-03-19T02:50:00.000+08:002007-03-19T02:50:00.000+08:00repeat song is weird ?then i mah very very weird ....repeat song is weird ?then i mah very very weird ..i only listen to one song a day ..and repeat 24 hour.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com