Note to self.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

I am a breakfast kind of girl.

Really, I am. Although I can hardly wake up for breakfast most of the time, very often forgo it, and in the event that I don't, breakfast is usually some pau or hot dog that I get my classmates to help me buy in between morning periods, a far cry from my gastronomic fantasies.

Regardless, I'm a breakfast kind of girl.

I'm talking eggs - sunny side up, poached, scrambled, half done - red beans with a side of toast, cereal with cold milk, sausages, French toast, Milo with some biscuits maybe, pancakes with syrup - general breakfast foods that get me drooling when I find them on food blogs. I don't mind breakfast any time of the day, I would love cereal for lunch, eggs Benedict for dinner, and the list goes on.

Portobello eggs

Scrambled eggs

Eggs benedict

Buttermilk pancakes

English Muffin Egg Pizzas

But for a breakfast girl, I eat breakfast much too infrequently.

So, note to self?

1. Drag your heavy bum off bed a little earlier and maybe you can get the breakfast you want so badly.

After all, the saying goes;
Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a pauper

The message rings loud and clear: eat breakfast-like meals for every meal in order to maintain our royal lifestyle.Winking smile



I’m sure we’ve all seen videos from the likes of Wong Fu Productions, and from a perspective closer to home, JinnyboyTV. But, there’s another filmmaker in town we should be paying a little more attention to.

SuperboyzTV just recently released a mini-series called Summer Love KL! which not only incorporates singing, dancing, and romance all into one, but our very own Kuala Lumpur is a star as well!

The final episode will be up tomorrow, but for now, take a look at the previous episodes for a sweet taste of KL’s own romance. See if you spot blogger Ken Wooi as well, who was once featured on this blog! Smile 

This post is to show you huge prawns.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

You would think that impending exams would be more than enough reason for me to up and leave this blog, but instead, I find myself more tempted to sit down and turn on my laptop.. which, I might add, it an extremely sleek thin light beautiful machine which I am overjoyed to have bought.


Yes, I am the proud owner of a new 13” Samsung Series 9 Ultrabook and have been very very happy with it. For months I had been putting off buying a new laptop for various reasons and when I eventually did decide that I would definitely prefer one that ran Windows, thus begun the long journey of frequent review sites visits.

Some had poor battery life, others were missing an SD card slot, and some were just.. really ugly. I knew I definitely wanted something thin and light (to contrast me T.T) and am very pleased with myself (heehee) for having eventually deciding on this one.


The objective of this post (as my title so clearly stated) is to show you, dear readers, gigantic prawns. These aren’t prawns of normal calibre, no. Whatever mental visualization you have of large prawns will most certainly lose out to these ridiculously ginormous ones..

Ladies and gentlemen…

Feast your eyes on…



No, it isn’t a lobster. It’s a freshwater prawn - an exceedingly large freshwater prawn, which Papa Khoo decided would be very suitable as a fake Olympic torch and which we took multiple pictures with. 

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It’s blue prawn-y spindly limbs.

We haven’t eaten the mother of all prawns yet though, but instead spent the first day of Raya indulging in its babies.

Which were also considerably very large.

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This extremely brief post will now be ended abruptly with a picture of some baked eggs I made for breakfast this morning!


Extremely easy to make and very delicious too! But then again, I made it so I would say that. Smile with tongue out 

Anyway, if you’re interested in making your own, all you need is an oven-proof dish, some meat, tomato puree, tomatoes (I used cherry tomatoes) and of course, eggs. Put everything in the dish, crack the egg (or eggs!) over it and put ‘em in the oven for about 13 minutes at 200°C. You can play around with the temperature and time because I did it that way and my eggs came out runny (which I love!) which isn’t for everyone!


Selamat Hari Raya!!

We are bears.

Saturday, August 18, 2012


Looking back.

Monday, August 13, 2012

With long showers being an exception, I must first and foremost confess that I’m not one to sit down silently in quiet contemplation. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried of course, but over the years, I’ve discovered that I learn the most about myself in conversations with others. It is through these long pseudo-intellectual Whatsapp conversations or text messages with certain people (Yu Kong deserves an honorary mention here) that I formulate my thoughts about the world, and consequently, about myself.

In essence, that would be the equivalent of me thinking aloud.

When I do look back upon the lines of text which was generated in The Spur of The Moment, at times I cringe at how shallow I come across, or wonder at my questionable sense of humour. Other times, I read back and have one of those “HO DAMN TIFF, you’re a genius!” moments, which unfortunately, have been rarer as of late. :(

Stemming off from that, I started to realize that if my opinions regarding myself and so many other things of the world are formulated based on arguments (discussions, really!) with others, how reliable would my brain be when pitted against none but itself? It’s akin to getting a whip speaker to deliver a speech against an absent opponent! How is it that certain people are able to quietly ‘reflect’ upon their day? Do they make appointments with themselves to set aside time for silent thought? And then I wondered, is it because they think differently from I do? (Which should be an obvious yes.) But how different and to what degree?

When I think, I don’t hear my words. Oftentimes, the first time I hear my own thought is when it’s already out of my mouth. Hence, the thinking aloud. It has gotten me into trouble a fair number of times but has been able to lead me to one of my greatest passions – debate. Rattling off dozens of words a minute isn’t something that’s uncommon either probably due to the inability of my brain to keep up with the words and thus, be unable to filter anything that passes my lips. Which yet again got me thinking.. is it that I think too much? Or think too little? There would be arguments on both sides, see. I think too much, hence the oversaturation of thoughts in my head, leading to that horrendous outpouring of words in moments of excitement. But if I can think so much, then why is it that my mind often finds itself unable to reflect in silence? Or does my brain only work when I’m talking? Which.. would assuredly make me a very annoying person. –.-‘

I suppose if there is any time to be rash in thoughts and words, the most appropriate time would be now. The stupid things I say can cower beneath the shield of ‘teenage hood’ and puberty can be blamed for so much. Rather than be upset that teenagers or youth in general do not get taken as seriously, use it to your advantage to awe when the need arises, and back you up in slips. After all, will we get this privilege upon graduation?

Speaking of graduation and thought, I’ve been meaning to blog about the alumni dinner Sri KDU hosted sometime last week.

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Hugging my favourite teacher!

I regretfully must admit then when I was asked to give a speech, I did a horribly awkward job. Just imagine the most awkward giggly voice you can think of thanking the school.. and that was me. But hey! Apparently everyone understood me and at least I was speaking fluent  English so that wasn’t too much of an embarrassment. :P

Tiffany, Jocelyn, and Celine.

It was a pleasant dinner with the company of many I had missed but at the end of the day, it was us three again. :P Being with Jo and Ce is much like going back to a warm comfortable blanket. Despite going to three separate colleges, when we’re together, it’s as though things never changed. Celine’s as white as ever, Jocelyn as interesting, and me? Well, I’m definitely still taller than them. :)

It isn’t just them though which make time look like it hasn’t passed. When I see Zhengs in college, it becomes so easy to hold onto his hands as though I’ve never let them go and laugh together over the silliest of things. With Melvin, the moment he sees me, he goes back to his absolutely TERRIBLE habit of squishing my much-too-fleshy arm and with Chien Teng, it becomes natural to waggle my eyebrows at her suggestively and expecting a similarly perverse expression in return.

After losing a school mate this year, I suppose I see things in a slightly different perspective as well. Hanging out with friends isn’t necessarily a social harm, but could be seen as an emotional investment as well.


Which is why it was so great to be able to spend time with our seniors, namely Kok Weng, Ryan, and Jia Shern over dinner one day. Although a considerable portion of the night was spent with us stressing over the study time we were missing out on, it was a pleasant dinner and I enjoyed myself! Open-mouthed smile


Although Kok Weng said all we did was talk about Chemistry.

Which is absolutely not true.

And somewhat hurtful.

Because I distinctly remember spending some time promoting TMUN. :P


BUT HEY-HO, out with the old and in with the new! :P

Although a part of my heart lies in PE4, which is now female-less after my, Jin’s and Flo’s departure to PE5, the new class has been very welcoming. Smile

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And yes, it’s true. We did sneak into PE4’s photoshoot as well, but hey, the more (of us in the yearbook) the merrier! Smile with tongue out After a long discussion about marriage and family values with my classmates today over differential equations, I can foresee another year of me learning about others while learning about myself.

So, maybe it isn’t too bad that I can’t seem to think on my own.. And in the worst case scenario, all I need to do is find someone to debate with. :P

Heading down under.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Stashed somewhere in the albums my mother has meticulously compiled over the years is a photograph of me comfortably nestled in my father’s arms with a eucalyptus tree in the background. That, my dear readers, is the only momento I have of having previously been in Australia at the tender age of 3. It comes as no surprise that when the opportunity to travel to Melbourne for an MUN conference cropped up, I grabbed at it with almost no hesitation.

Of course, the thought of missing a whole week and a day of college didn’t exactly seem appealing (and predictably, I’m feeling the effects right now) but it seemed too good of an opportunity to pass up and after catching the travel bug in Italy, I was just itching to embark on another adventure in a foreign land.

Upon reflection, it was truly a blessing to have been able to travel to Australia with an amazing group of people who were tolerant when need be (especially when shopping), candid when relaxed (Bollywood, anyone?), helpful throughout (missing scarves didn’t stand a chance!), and bucketloads of fun. We were accompanied by teacher advisors who were young enough to be mistaken for students, caring enough to walk for ages to get us breakfast, and most importantly, chilled enough to let us enjoy ourselves! :P

Lydia, Rachel, Tiffany, Adam, Ian!

A thing I’ve noticed since returning is that the faces of those who attended AMUNC with me are now always easy to pick out in a crowd. Maybe it was the saturated amount of time spent together throughout the week but even so, despite how crowded the stairwell is or how congested the pathways are, I seem to see Rachel, Ian, and Adam (but no Lydia Sad smile) a million times more than I did prior to the trip. Law of attraction, maybe?

Current observations aside, Melbourne in winter was a mess of wind and sun, blue and grey skies, naked trees and thick jackets, warm coffee and frequent gelato stops.





Living in a hotel right smack in the midst of the city had its perks. On the walks where I was sleepy enough to stop chattering like a monkey, the sights and smells of Melbourne were lively enough to fill the silence in my head.


From Malaysian influences…


To street performers..


And even protestors… (Lookie, no tear gas in sight!)

Even apart from the conference, new friends were made.

Thanks to Mr. Julian, we met Vin VIn kor kor, who became tourguide, occasional chauffeur, photographer, and fellow Tiam bully. :P


Then there was Bernard, a person who I had only known of online, interacted with solely over Instagram and Draw Something, but who very kindly took all of us on a little tour, taught us some psychological tricks, charmed the pants off all the boys in our delegation, and regaled gory tales of dismembered limbs.

We didn’t have to look far for entertainment though. Within our own delegation itself, there was Adam Tiam, the small boy of the group, current TAYMUN president, and absolutely best person in the world to make fun of.

Before I get to that, the host university of AMUNC 2012 was La Trobe University, which was equipped with a beautiful library that’s so canggih and hi-tech to the point of awe.



Students are able to do their work on gigantic screens plugged to their laptops, which help in group work and sharing, especially when everyone wants to read a webpage. Rather than group over one tiny screen, all can sit back comfortably.

It was particularly useful for another purpose as well..


Like scrolling through all of Tiam’s past profile pictures on an enlarged screen. Smile with tongue out 

But hey, who can blame us?


This is after all, the guy who would stand in the midst of a protest for a tourist shot..


And stop to pose dramatically in an almost empty room. :P

But back to the computers.. Whilst stalking tumblr accounts of beautiful couples with adorable gifs, we were so inspired to attempt reenacting tumblr-like shots.


Like this hilarious gif. which in my opinion, encompasses Lydia and Tiam’s relationship so well!

We tried those hipster couple shots too!

Which ranged from highly questionable..


To awkward.. (in a somewhat cute disgusting way!)


To genuinely not bad! Smile with tongue out 


Admittedly, the hipster-ish effect was in part achieved by the effects, but hey, for non-tumblr-ing folks, I’d say this effort was a job well done.

Congratulate us.

Thank you.


And just because there’s a disproportionate amount of Tiam’s face, here’s the faces of the other beautiful people with me.

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La Trobe’s front lawn had a statue that one would definitely not miss. It served as a creative reminder to the students of their institution to always look at things from a different perspective.


If only I could handstand..

Visits to Australia aren’t complete without a glimpse of their famed kangaroos!!

The committee kindly arranged a trip for us to visit the university’s wildlife centre.


I loved pandas when I went to China and after returning from Australia, I’m a huge huge fan of kangaroos now! They way they hop around is absolutely adorable omg their tails help propel them in the air and when they hop and jump and look around so confusedly whenever one of us would make a sound was so friggin cute I could die.

Unfortunately, the only koalas we could see were these two..


Whilst the Australian tourist experience was memorable as it was fun, ultimately, we were there for a conference and all six days of it was spent with it being our focus.

Spot the brown (relatively) tiny Asian surrounded everyone else!

It was my first experience with the HMUN format and whilst the debates were so much more dynamic and humorous relative to the Malaysian conference I was at, I prefer definitely prefer THIMUN, with its frequent amendments rather than working papers. 

What I learnt from the conference was that it really isn’t easy debating with university students pursuing degrees in International Relations over issues which they clearly knew more about but it would have been a waste to give up as well. Shocker, shocker, I was mostly silent the first few days, intimidated into periodic placard raising rather than my persistent attacks. Thankfully, Lydia and I were in the same committee room and were able to help each other out and have each other’s back when it came to unmoderated caucuses. *phew*


Although at first, we felt somewhat (possibly) alienated due to our race and young age (we were some of the youngest delegates there, equipped with a disgustingly glaring neon yellow tag so we wouldn’t be served alcohol) but after a while, we discovered that the people in the 1st General Assembly were warm, accommodating, and ever so helpful (at least the people I sat in between were!) and I can truthfully say I left learning a lot more about MUN than I would have had I only dared to participate in local conferences.

Dinner with some of the delegates of the 1st GA.

The topics discussed were about transitional justice in post-conflict situations and humanitarian intervention. As a communist country, it was easier for me to find allies to work with, and as a general principle, I just stuck close to the three Axis of Evils namely Iran, Iraq, and North Korea. :P

And with that, here’s an abrupt ending!

To those who may be interested in MUN, I’m part of the Secretariat for TMUN II, which is a conference that will be held on September 14 – 16 at Taylor’s Lakeside.


More details can be found at or you could drop a comment if there are any queries! Smile

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