Tinki Talks

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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Commercial Break
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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!

And they just keep on comin’.

Haih.

How to live like this?!

Fed up.

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.

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. =)

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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.
=(

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.

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.)

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. =)

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.

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!

You know how kids sometimes ask the silliest questions?

Well…

*grin*

22 (I don’t care. I’m still 22) year old adults do it too.

*giggle*

Check this out.

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Question posed.

Question answered.

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Wheeee!