Exams, exams, exams. Are they not the scourge of students everywhere? Do they not have only one purpose and one purpose alone? To torture hapless students, even if they have studied? Perhaps the exams serve a purpose noble to teachers… To give them some pleasure in marking student’s works.

Yeah, I know, I sound a little off. The thing is, today is the first of my last two papers. Funnily enough, it is my Public Relations paper. I love Public Relations. It’s far more complex and entertaining than I thought it would be. Yet, at the same time, it is quite tiring. I’ve had a taste of organizing an event during my last term hols, so I kinda know what you need to do when organizing an event. Yet that’s not what I find the most challenging when it comes to PR. It’s the management of the different publics, what they need, want and in some cases, their demands.


The choices we make haunt us forever. That’s one of my mottos. No matter what you do, your past will always come back to haunt you. Your embarrasments (hoped I spelled that correctly), your hopes, dreams, bitterness, disappointments… It doesn’t matter that you’ve fulfilled something you set out to do. Something will always come back and make you regret it.

Unlike the song, I have a few, and they are not too few to mention. The pain, the regrets, but most importantly, the people I met whom I never gave a chance to know. Losing a chance to meet them… These were people I only knew when they were gone.

I’ve had two deaths on my mother’s side, both of whom were rather important to the family. One was my maternal grandfather, whom I did not associate much as he spoke Hokkien and I didn’t speak a word of it. Well, just a little. I liked him because he was nice, but he never hugged nor held me. Coming from a conservative and traditional Chinese family, that was to be expected. I think his greatest regret was that he never had a grandson. You see, though I have a brother, my brother carries my dad’s family name and not my maternal grandfather’s. There was talk of perhaps changing my brother’s name, but that too was scrapped.

My gradfather passed away when I was 10. It’s been nine years since his death. We were blessed about two years ago with finally, the heir to the family name. He gave a scare during his early years as he contracted a disease that had killed a lot of children in Sabah and Sarawak, but now he’s fine and making us run around when we play with him. He has two cousin sisters who are in their middle and early twenties, a cousin who is 19 (that’s me!) and her 16 year old brother, and lastly, a cousin who is very much closer to his age, eight years old. With the exception of my brother, the rest of us are all girls.

My youngest female cousin on this side also has a sad story. Her mother passed away about three years ago, shortly before my cousin brother was born. She was in her 30s. She had had brain tumours appearing now and then. I still remembered holding her daughter in my arms during those dark, last days. Death is never, ever a pretty thing!

Generic Food Post!

Variety, they say, is the spice of life. How true. You certainly get that in Malaysia. In the Chinese Coffeeshops alone you’ll find Chinese, Indian, Malay food and if you’re lucky, even Western food, which are sometimes a rarity during lunch hour. In any case, you can find food to satisfy even the most discerning palate in Malaysia.

Around my college area in Taman Mayang, which is in Petaling Jaya, Selangor, there are about 13 shops (some are hawker stalls, others coffeeshops and even cafes). That’s quite a lot, considering that the area is less than 1.5 kilometres in radius. However, some of the food are not suitable for everyone, simply because of one simple word, “Halal.” This word means a lot in Malaysia.

With the main religion being Islam, there is a demand for food that are not only delicious, but meets the standards set by Jakim, the Islamic Department in Malaysia. ‘Halal’ implies that these foods meet Islamic standards. These are found quite readily but they tend to be the same kind of dishes. For non-muslims like me, sometimes we prefer non-spicy food.

Well, make that all the time for me. I can’t stand spicy food due to a bad experience when I was a kid. Besides, eating non-spicy food has given me a chance to enjoy other foods that are not so spicy and enabled me to taste them without adding anything. Some people cannot eat food without adding a ‘hint’ of spicyness to it, whether it be chillies or pepper. That destroys the experience, I believe. It’s a very sad thing.

That’s all for now about Malaysian food. Ahh… In some places they say that you eat to live, not live to eat, but with so many varieties and tastes and scents to experience, you’d be foolish to miss out! Well, unless you’re on a strict medical diet, which sorts of restricts you.



Hello! Welcome to my blog. This is just a brief intro about myself, and I hope that you won’t be too critical of me.

I’m an 18 year old Eurasian of Portugese and (mainly) Chinese descent. My grandfather is a Portugese while my grandmothers (both of them) are Chinese. My mother is also a Chinese, which means that I grew up with a very large dose of Chinese culture. Yet I went to national schools and a private mixed secondary school which was located near one of the centers of cultures in the capital city.

Not only that, I am an avid reader of Greek and Roman Mythology, went through a rather short phase of Egyptian Mythology not long ago, know a little about the myths and legends of most races in Malaysia, and well, I love anime too. So be warned! My ramblinsgs are quite varied and rather well… rambly.