Appreciation for junk food of the past

Childhood.

Seems so long ago.

It was only 18 years and 3 months ago that i was born into this world.


And about 12 years ago that i looked like this.

I know.


I was adorable.


ANYWAY


When i think of childhood, one thing comes to mind.


JUNK FOOD!!!


So knowing me, i came up with the top 8 junk food that reminds me of childhood.
(Wanted to make it a top 10 but couldn't think of 2 more) 




8. HAW FLAKES.

I lived and breathed haw flakes (or some may refer to it as san cha) when i was young.


A clever concoction of flavouring and sugar.


Cut into perfect round slices of heaven.


 Has the perfect balance between sour and sweet.




7. ROUND BISCUITS WITH COLOURFUL ICING.

Honestly these biscuits were definitely my little kiddy guilty pleasure.


When i see the multicoloured icing i go

There was a distinct way in which i would eat it.


1. Choose a biscuit with pink icing.


2. Bite off the icing and eat it.


3. Reluctantly eat the tasteless round biscuit.


I'm sure that's how most people eat it too.




6.  M & M's

You see my dad's a doctor.


So every now and then he'll give us jabs or in other words, injections.


When he pulls out the needle and tries to corner us, we'd just run for the hills.

In order to console our weary spirits and comfort our swollen, throbbing arm after the jab, we'd get M&M's.




5. FLYING FISH BISCUITS.

I used to be thrilled by the sheer thought of eating little fishes.


They aren't very tasty but something about it is so addictive.


Its shape may have something to do with it.




4. SOUR PLUM SWEET.

THESE WERE THE BOMB.


I'm always flabbergasted every time i eat one of these.


No matter how many times i've eaten them before.




3. CHOCOLATE KINDER EGG.

These were probably a later part of my childhood.


But still.


Even though the toys inside the egg were lousy as shit in quality, yet i still pestered my mum to buy them because of the surprise inside.


Yes, we kids do love surprises.




2. TRIX CEREAL.

I consider this junk food because of its high content in sugar and colouring.


To make my mum buy this, you would need persuasive skills.


A LOT OF IT.


Which unfortunately i didn't have as a kid.


My form of persuasion was yelling, screaming and crying.




1. COLOURFUL FROZEN STICKS.

Oh gosh.


This pretty much sums up my whole childhood.


Sucking on those frozen sticks of sweet, colourful, flavoured water was magical.


Especially when one decides to split this stick and share it with their friend.


Twisting the middle of the stick and taking the risk of being sprayed at by the melted, flavoured water was worth it.




All these food make me nostalgic when i eat them.


Cheers to the joys of junk food!

Life of a banana

I like bananas.

They're good.

Sweet and mushy.

Potassium-filled goodness.

But doesn't mean i like being one.

Alright not literally of course.

A banana (when referring to someone) in the Malaysian dictionary can be defined as a person who is of Chinese heritage but cannot speak, read, write or understand Mandarin.

Yeah.

OK fine i'm not a full banana.

You see i went to a Chinese primary school.

BUT

I come from an English-speaking background.

AND

90% of my friends back home are worse bananas than i am.

Which means they're Mandarin illiterate.

So after primary school, my fluency in Mandarin deteriorated.

A LOT.

Right now i'm just thankful that my pathetic banana-leveled Mandarin can at least help me order a decent meal.

But there are times where i have to resort to pointing at pictures of food, smiling and nodding (especially when they start using Cantonese).

I do agree that being raised in an English-speaking family really helped in my English proficiency.

However, there are a few reasons why being a banana (or partial banana) sucks.

1. Communication, communication, communication.

I have many Chinese-speaking friends as well.

Who, of course, speak to me in English.

I do understand Mandarin.

But when they all get caught up in a discussion in Mandarin, i just sit there, listen, nod and occasionally laugh.

I can feel pretty left out at times.

Them

Me

Ok i was exaggerating it a little.

Because being the sweet and understanding friends that they are, they switch to English after that.


Well, most of the time.

2. Being misjudged by others.

I know some people would think that we don't speak Mandarin because we REFUSE TO.

They think that we're stuck up arrogant snobs who deny our heritage and culture.

And want to speak English to prove that we can.

EARTH TO ASSHOLES LIKE THESE IF I COULD SPEAK MANDARIN PROPERLY I WOULD.

Be thankful that i can use chopsticks.

Yes i'm serious i can use them very well.

My skills enable me to pick up fishballs so i'm pretty happy about that.

Being different from others can be hard.


But i just have to remind myself to embrace it all:)

I swear it's not just me

Ok here's the deal.

Everyday weird thoughts go through my mind.

An insight into my highly complex and unfathomable mind may make you go like this

ANYWAY

Was thinking of what to blog about since i'm in dire need of getting myself out of this listless state (for more information click here http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/02/got-blues.html ).


In the process i started thinking of weird habits that i tend to do.


I realise i stare.


A LOT.


Yes i have to say Malaysians have a terribly rude habit of staring at just anything and everything.


When there's an accident on the road.

When a girl wears skimpy clothes

When someone eats alone.

When a girl trips and falls.

When a guy trips and falls.

Yeah you get the gist of how much we stare.


When i stare, i observe and analyse people.


No i'm no psychologist (even though i did study psychology last year) but it doesn't take Einstein to stare at people. 


So when i stare a few things go through my mind.






1. Observe what they wear.


If i'm staring at a girl, i'd check out how cute her clothes are and how jealous i am of them.


If it's a guy i'd stare at how well his clothes fit or if they're colour coordinated.






2. Observe their faces.


I won't get into details on this one cause i can be quite critical.


But mostly i just check girls and guys out to see if they're hot.






3. Try to play detective.


Yes i channel my inner Sherlock Holmes and whip up their life story.


Usually around this time is when they notice that i'm staring.


SO they stare back.

In my mind, i think why the hell are you staring at me?


And i go


OH.


MY BAD.

It's not good to stare.


When we stare,


people would think that we're staring cause we think that


1. They're hot.

OR


2. They're not.

So stop staring people!


It's not very polite.

Got the blues

Am in the blogging mood.


Which comes as a surprise to me.


My mood these few days have been like

To those who have been faithful followers of my blog, you guys are probably expecting yet another funny weird ass post from me.


Sorry to disappoint but le me can't really get the joker out of me these few days.


I may be all fine and dandy in person.


I may be surrounded by great company.


But still i have this urge to just run home, crawl up in a ball and console myself with large cups of bubble tea and greasy, crispy fried chicken.


Oh don't forget chilli cheese fries. Deep fried reconstituted meat sounds good too.

Do not be alarmed.


There's nothing wrong with me. I swear:)


Just another of my in-explainable whirlwinds of depression.


OK seriously not as bad as it sounds.


But i guess this odd occurrence has something to do with Valentine's day.


For all those out there who don't know, I have been in a long distance relationship with Hillie (click here to find out more http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/02/hiladysliederene.html) longer than you'll ever wanna know.


So, during Valentine's day (or any other special occasion) we have this tradition of having skype dinners.


Yes it is what it is.


We simply have dinner in front of our computers as if we were really eating together in person.


BUT


TO MY UTTER DISMAY,


THE INTERNET CONNECTION DECIDED TO FUCK UP THAT NIGHT.

* sorry for the obsession with pictures of extremely expressive babies

Yeah.


So he could not see me.


Thankfully i could see him.


More like a blurry, pixel-ated version of him.


Seemed like i was staring at a moving, talking, eating blob of total blurness.


I had to take pictures of me eating my dinner for him.


Got Carl's Jr.


Why not a steak?


On a tight budget. That's another story.


So here are some shots.

Ok honestly the burger doesn't look very appetising because it was bought 2 hours before i consumed it so it got a little soggy.


Even though this wasn't my ideal way of spending Valentine's, yet at the end of the day i was somewhat fine with it.


Why?


We talked, we laughed, we joked, we cried.


Best part of it all was that i spent it with someone i truly cared about.


Being with the one that you love, despite not being physically present, is good enough for me:)


HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY MY DARLING!!!!


Check out his blog too! http://kuchingjedi.blogspot.com/


For my next post i do promise a kickass one!

Land of the Headhunters

* This post is not aimed specifically at anyone in particular so don't fret. I'm just speaking on behalf of the 598617 people in my hometown, Kuching.




Yes i am from Sarawak.


No we're not headhunters (NO SHIT).


Yes we have roads.

It baffles me. 


Really does. On how ignorant people can be sometimes. 


Those were just some of the MANY questions i was forced to answer when i started studying in Kuala Lumpur in 2011 for my pre-u studies.


Oh there's one more.


My favourite actually.


This is a conversation between le me and le dimwit.


Dimwit: So where do you come from?


Me: Sarawak. Kuching actually.


Dimwit: *stares at me* 

             *awkward silence*


Dimwit: But you look like a city girl.


Me: *what i wanted to say*


OF COURSE I DO YOU BASTARD KUCHING IS A CITY.


        *what i really said*


Really? That's cool *polite laughter*


Dimwit: So..do you guys live in trees?


Me: *how i looked like in my mind*

YEAH we live on trees and swing from vine to vine.


Dimwit: Really??


Me: NO.


Dimwit: So you have electricity and cement houses?

Me:

This means war.


It is a grueling and painstaking process to have to explain myself every single time i meet another dimwit.


I understand that not everyone knows much about where i come from as it is further away from West Malaysia.

Map of Malaysia by yours truly

I admit that i am the worst Malaysian citizen ever for not knowing that Kuala Lumpur is a federal territory.


But to not know that we, Kuching-ites are clothed, civilised citizens who don't practise cannibalism is far fetched. 


And to speak to us in a condescending manner just because you have bigger shopping malls and better roads than us?


PUH-LEASE REMEMBER THAT YOU RELY ON OUR STATE FOR OIL FUEL AND NATURAL RESOURCES IN WHICH WE DO NOT GET A FAIR SHARE IN.


Kuching is an amazing place to grow up.  Here's a few reasons why:


1. Awesome food.

Kolo Mee

Laksa Sarawak

Crispy Tomato Mee

Kueh Chap

2. Awesome places to visit.

Iconic cat.

3. Awesome people.

My hometown peeps

(Last day of school 2010)

Kuching looks awesome right.

I would like to apologise if i've offended anyone in any way.

Not everyone i encounter here in KL are carbon copies of that dimwit.

I've met some pretty awesome bad asses here as well:)

To all Malaysians out there, brush up on your geography.

Yes i'm referring to myself as well.

Don't be too quick to judge a person by their roots.

Just be thankful that we really aren't headhunting cannibals:)