I Work In A Hospital

Big Man Boss II came by my place
and exclaimed when he saw my comp
and it's many, uh... counterparts.

"Pam, it's like a hospital here!"

-_-

*shy*

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.

TALK! Or Not To Talk?

Was having a girlie chat with a colleague yesterday. (Yes, girls do it all the time. Deal with it.) This time, the topic of discussion was: Communication between people. Partners, especially. Life partners, specifically.


After a long debate that lasted the whole of 5 minutes (in spite of what you've been brought up to believe about women, we don't talk that much that long), we came to a single-minded conclusion. We both realised and agreed that if we didn't communicate with our loved ones throughout the day (or at least at every half-day mark), we ended up not telling our partners anything about our days.


Not that there's not thing worth telling or that we're hiding anything, okay. It's just that... we just end up not bothering cos the thought of 'going through' the whole day again is tiring in itself. After all, it's already been a long day at work. (And I'm already bringing work home half the time. -_-) So do we really need to bring the idea of work home, too? It gets tiring having to go through the bad stuff over and over again (self-bashing of sorts?) verbally, no?


And personally, I realise that I'm that way, too. Unless I share my joys and rants while I'm experiencing it and while I'm in the moment, I don't much bother revisiting those feelings I had once again. Takkan I leave it all behind already then I go back and dig up those stories again, right? It's like blogging. Saved drafts don't pack a punch for me cos by the time I plan to finish writing my post, I'm already itching to start another. And it doesn't help that I'm no longer in the mood or caught up in the moment.


Plus, when you really think about it, unless you're still seething inside, you've already pretty much dealt with everything you need to deal with and gotten over everything you need to get over. Right? All emotions, good and bad, have already been released.

But that's not the best of things.

My reason for saying so being the fact that we've already gotten over things by ourselves and/or with the help and support of those around us. Meaning, WITHOUT the help of our partners. Tell me now... How is this a good thing?


Your partner should be your greatest support. The one you most want to turn to in times of need and trouble. The one you most excitedly want to share your joys and happiness with. But being in different locations, working in different companies and not being by each other 24/7 doesn't help built healthy communication between partners/spouses.


But then again, when you think about it and assess what I've said earlier from a different point of view altogether, it makes perfect sense to work in different companies and not be with one another 24/7. You get more time to yourselves, you have time to build and invest in healthy friendships with the people around you, and you get to focus on the less lovey-dovey, mushy-smushy parts of your life (like ministry, work or studies). Plus, you'll have more stories to tell one another when you do meet or talk!

Wait a minute. So what now???

One minute, the proximity and closeness
is good; and another minute, it's bad.

So here's the secret: Don't work in the same company. Don't stick like glue to one another. Give each other room to breathe. Room to grow. But keep in touch or beware for one may end up growing faster than the other. Space in a relationship is good. Healthy, even! As is constant communication.

But the clause is this...

Both space and constant communication have to compliment each other, and they there's a need for them to be injected into the relationship in moderation. In short, too much space is bad, but too much constant communication is just as bad.


So how? So, don't stick to one another. But keep in touch and update each other every once in awhile. It's healthier for your relationship. =)

There you have it.
Pam Song the great psychologist has spoken.
And she says, "Peace out. Goodnight."

p/s: It's been a long while since I've had the chance to post my thoughts. Thoughts that aren't sparked off by fiery rants or haywire emotions. Haha. I should so do this more often.

I Need A Male Brain

Do you know what a girl's biggest problem is?
It's over-analysing things – that's what.

I mean, it's what we do. And it's what comes somewhat naturally to us, but... it's also what kills us deep inside. Basically, we just think too much about too many things. Reading between the lines? Hah. We do that all too well, too. In fact, it often comes to a point where we stress and ponder over things that should just be left to Fate. Or divine intervention. Or whatever else you call it.


Over-analysing leads to confusion. And I'm a little confused right now. Not to the point of being lost, distraught or dazed lah. Just... well, confused. I think I'm at this odd, tiny, little point that's happily plonked itself somewhere between know-of and know-not. I'm not too sure. Haha. (Ah, see? Confusion strikes once again.) Argh, it's times like these that I wish I had the brain of a man – simple, boring and straight. Too bad for me, I'm nowhere near that right now. Bah.

ATTENTION
MALE READERS!!!

Anybody up for a brain swap?
I've got an IQ of 144... =)

*blink blink*

No wait. Scratch that.

I forgot that after bimbodom,
it's started hovering around 40. -_-

I'd Like To Say That...

Tee hee hee.

12:41AM

Am beat. Need sleep. Good night.


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*blink blink*

*frowns*

Oh, no wonder it looked a wee bit funny! Haha. That last one was supposed to be a one-word word. Tee hee. *rolls eyes* Syok sendiri. Anyway, whatever. I'm just too beat to think lah, okay. My brain's not working no more. Goodnight, guys. GO TO BED.

Hello, World! I Need To Shop!

I know it's crazy at this hour but I really feel inclined to share the fact that I'm in the mood for a browse around the mall. Why aren't there any shopping complexes open at 1.51am??? Like, retail business shouldn't ever sleep, yo!

BUMPER STICKER TIME!
(It's been awhile. *grin*)

Imma want a little retail therapy!

Just cos this bumper sticker's so pinky-pink.

Plus, it reeks of the regular bimbo shopper's
confidence in her shopping abilities.

*rolls eyes*

You'd think it was rocket science or something.

Anyway, it ain't rocket science keeping your stores open 24/7 either. You store-keeper people, you. People need to shop. And when people need to shop, they need open shops in order to do their shopping. That's where you come in. If you're a retail store owner/worker/
keeper, please please please work some extra hours into your opening hours. I'd be very appreciative. I'll even promote your store right here if it rocks my boat. =)

ON A WHOLE OTHER NOTE, I'm pleased to announce that I just watched 27 Dresses with the parentals. Take my word for it, girls, it's the wedding movie of the year. Haha. It's the kind of movie that happy enough to settle for being a bridesmaid, when there's no rock on your finger to make you the bride. =p

Min Pins In Black & Tan

I can't exactly remember which pet shop it was that I visited, but I think it was the one that's located at Taman Mayang. (I have the memory of a 74-year-old.) But then again, who cares about the details when the pups are SO CUTE and SO ADORABLE, right???

PICTURE TIME!

The pup that's cowering is the bigger sized pup.
See? Godzilla lied. Size doesn't matter.

Grooming.

Stretching while licking glass.
This is ultimate cuteness in a glass case.

Perky stumps.

And my ultimate favourite picture throughout my
puppy-lusting session at the pet shop was this:

Size doesn't matter. Size doesn't matter. Size doesn't matter.

HAHA. HAHA. HAHA.
That face is classic lah.

*pause*

*GASP!*

Not only am I obsessed about babies,
now I'm obsessed by puppies, too!?!

What am I to do with myself???


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EDIT at 0000 hours on 6 April 2008:
I totally forgot about the video
I took of the pups! Enjoy. =)

Haha. You can so hear my housemate saying, "Enough lah. Take how many eh di???" in the video. I don't care. They very many cuteness!