Monday, October 29, 2012

YouTube Comments Rage

We don't have cable TV, because if we did, I'd be watching E! and TLC all the time and won't do any studying. Ever. So at home, we all rely on the internet, namely the ever so loyal YouTube to be entertained. I mean really, name one thing you cannot find on YouTube. 

I thought so.

Anyway, recently I discovered these channels on YouTube that uploads the best cooking game shows. Did I tell you how much I love them? No? I'm nuts about them...and home makeover shows. 

So the thing is, I like reading YouTube comments. Some are so funny and the others are just downright crazy! And the arguments are awesome. When you see a clever come back in reply to a comment, you'd wanna see what it was in reply to right? So you click 'Show comment'. Do that enough times and you'd see a drama unfold. Just grab the popcorn and read on. Sometimes they are better than the video you're watching. I promise!

But the thing about comments is, what you read cannot be unread. And when watching the cooking game shows, episode by episode, there are certain comments that can ruin the entire show for you. So lately I've been trying to refrain from reading the comments section because this happened. 

I was watching a season of the Great British Bake Off, and I read this comment right before I watched the finale, which by then had become kinda pointless. 

Seriously, what's the point in doing this. What kinda pleasure does this person get from knowing that he's ruined the show for a bunch of people? 

Don't you just hate it when this happens?

Saturday, October 27, 2012

A Proud Wife, I am

I have a confession to make. I have been with Nafew for four years and I have never seen him play until today. He's been playing football (not American) his whole life. It's his thing. He can't live without it. Two years ago, he was at practice to play for a first division team when he broke his leg. He lost the chance of a lifetime, and his all time dream career. He still plays for fun with his friends regularly. 

I know it's a shame that I have never seen him play. It's not like I never wanted to. It's just for some reason, I didn't, before today.

Today he played a one-day futsal cup to celebrate Eid and I went to watch. I loved it! I regret not going before because it's such a treat to watch! He's fast, light on his feet, and he's really really good. His team played three matches, they lost in the semi-finals, but he scored SIX goals. You should have seen me on the grass, grinning like an idiot. I was like a delighted child who just scored some candy :D

But excitement aside, it was also really nerve wrecking. Every time someone got too close to him or tackled him, my heart skipped a beat. I was so scared. I was also worried whenever the opposing team tried to score.

Of course, he won the top scorer trophy. And today, I'm a very proud wife.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Eid Mubarak!

May God bless you and your loved ones on this joyous occasion.

Monday, October 22, 2012

FLC 2012

Good news everyone :) 

I am officially a student facilitator for Future Leaders Camp (FLC) 2012. Earlier this year I was a student facilitator for Youth Empowerment Symposium (YES) 2012. It is a great honor to be handpicked from over four hundred students to be in a team of 10, to lead the participants throughout the whole event.  

The event is over a weekend plus the following Monday (November 3rd to 5th). We are staying at Nilai Springs Resort & Hotel. Very exciting, although I'm not quite sure how I'm going to cope with not being with my husband for two whole nights. I know most girls would jump at a chance like this but I'm not very good at sleeping alone (blush).

Next weekend I'm going shopping for my first suit! We're supposed to dress sharp, we have a grooming and etiquette sessions which I thing is going to be my favorite. The program is designed to prepare us for being leaders in the future. 

You can read more about the event here. Wish me luck.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

This One's A Rant

On Tuesday morning, we woke up really early, after only four hours of sleep, because we wanted to go to a hospital in Seremban. I had been having a pain in my lower right back and wanted to see a doctor. Thing is, I have a bit of a history with the nerves on my right side of which I'm not going to spare you the details, but long story short, we thought this might be related to it. 

We got to the hospital at around eleven thirty in the morning and were in the doctor's office by twelve noon. She wanted to get a few tests done and they are super expensive. My student insurance only covers inpatient procedures so she advised it would be best if I got admitted. We decided it would be okay, because in our minds, we were gonna get the tests done and go home in the evening. We had some time to kill until my insurance approval came through and I went and saw an Ob/Gyn, where I had a pap smear for the first time in my life. Oh, the horror! 

So I got admitted and we waited for the doctor to come. Meanwhile, since I was admitted in a hospital, I kept feeling like I should be really sick, but I wasn't. Around five thirty in the afternoon, the doctor came in and gave me the details of the tests that I'll be going through and we waited. Three hours later a nurse came in with some medication and I asked when I'll be going for the tests. And she said it would probably be in the morning because it'll be more costly when it's not office hours so we were staying overnight. What? 

So there I was in a bed in this hospital I had never been to before with nothing except our wallets and keys. I left a dish in the sink, the garbage needs to be taken out and more importantly, I didn't have a change of underwear! 

Nine forty five, we decided it'd be best if we got some sleep since we didn't get much the night before. Nafew got comfortable in his chair with his feet on the bed under the blanket, and me in the bed, but then another nurse came in and informed Nafew that he cannot stay inside because it was a female only ward. Where would he go? We  were a few hours away from home! She told him he could sleep on a couch in the lounge. Seriously!  

We then decided he should take the train home to get some sleep and come back with some stuff on the first train back in the morning, so he left. And came back twenty minutes later, because he was FOUR minutes too late to catch the last train out.

Nafew spent a sleepless night outside while I slept a fitful three hours inside. All procedures started right after breakfast. I got some electrotherapy and had an EEG, which I think are just glorified words for minor electrocution, and an x-ray and an MRI. After all was complete, I went back to bed and waited for the results, and to be discharged. The doctor came in around three in the afternoon, showed me the results, yada yada yada, and told me I have another session of electrotherapy, and also an orthopedic surgeon was coming to see me in the morning. OMG we were staying another night!

So we got a private room, for which we had to pay a bunch of money, but we really needed it. We took showers and went to sleep, both of us, finally. 

Next morning when the doctor came in, I told her I wanted to come home that day. She didn't sound too happy, but agreed to discharge me after therapy. We came home on Thursday evening. Thank God.

Here are the main highlights of the stay. 

1. When I saw the Ob/Gyn, he asked 'How many children do you have?' Not do you have any but how many. He had just decided that I have kids. 

2. The private room had a lockable? cupboard in which we could store our stuff. The key to it said "Wardrope". 

3. It was so damn cold in the ward and the room I don't know how anybody slept there. I had two blankets and was still freezing. Apparently they cannot turn it down in any one area because it was centralized. 

4. The nurse that accompanied me to the therapy room took me in an elevator that had arrows going to it saying 'Clinical Waste'. Inside were bio-hazard signs that said 'Strictly for Clinical Waste', and 'Do Not Enter! Only Clinical Waste!' She was either new or did not care.

Pic from here

5. All food served were Malaysian. I couldn't eat it. Nafew brought in food from outside.

6. The medicine made me more sick than I actually was. Side effects.

7. After the EEG the doctor told me she would 'prick' me with a needle and it won't hurt. It was a fat needle. She pushed it into three different points on my leg and it hurt and bled a little.

8. At one point in bed I was so bored that I thought 'This is how I die. Of boredom.'

I realize I have done nothing but complain in this post but that's because it was that bad. Because I didn't belong there. I went to see the doctor and come home. I was not prepared. But the doctors and the nurses were very nice and I was treated well. The medicine and the therapy is helping. I feel much better now.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Well This Is New

Never thought I'd have to say this, but I'm home sick.

As a kid, I used to play in this very spot.

When I was a teen, I always dreamed of living abroad because, to be honest, it was boring at home. Nothing exciting ever happened there. Granted the entire population of the country is only a little over 300,000 which is why nothing happened, I didn't care for reasons. I always envisioned myself living in a high rise building in a busy city. I did live in the city back at home too, but it was nothing like I had in mind.

Whenever I visited mom in the island, I was always bored to death. I missed the lights and the sound of the traffic. The beaches, the sea, and the endless rows of coconut palms did not entice me. I hated it. The only good thing about going to the island is that my mom is there.

This is a 'binbi' (finger millet) field, very common in the

Shortly before we came to Malaysia, Nafew and I went to stay in the island for a month. It was still extremely boring, but I appreciated the outdoors more. I even loved walking through the coconut palms.

A palm lined road leading to the beach.
And now that I have been away for more than a year, I'm thinking it's not so bad. I still don't want to live there, but I'd love to visit every once in a while. 

This was such a fun day at the beach.

I wanted to stay here forever but it was getting dark...

I was born and raised in the Maldives so I'm kinda attached, permanently. And I miss it so much.

We thought this was pretty :)

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Because Opposites Attract Right

So I baked a cake tonight..ahem...with a cake mix, but that is irrelevant. The important thing is, I had to cut the cake in half and make two different frostings because that's how similar we are. Not.

One half is lemon frosting and the other half is chocolate buttercream of course. 

This half is lemon frosting for moi because I love everything citrus. I mean EVERYTHING.

And this half is chocolate buttercream frosting for Nafew because he is lame.

But hey, they say opposites attract. And we do.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Almost Magic

The building we live in is super old. The interior and the structure of this place is nothing like I have seen before, but hey, we don't have much of a choice, so we suck it up and live here. 

Now, I rarely complain of the heat. Because it doesn't really bother me. I don't like the feeling of cool air on my skin. I'd rather be comfortably warm than anything else. So the fact that this place has been 33 oC everyday for the last two weeks or so and that we only have a ceiling fan and no air-conditioner, has not been much of a problem for me. Until a few days ago.

Which is when I started feeling hot. Even at night! I was literally sweating and it was an almost foreign feeling for me. At first I was worried that something might be wrong with me. And then I thought maybe not. It could be a problem with the fan. 

This thought made me all sad because we just spent a bunch of money on a busted valve thingy in the water tank in our bathroom (which deserves a post of its own) and we don't have money to spare on more stupid broken things in this old as fahk apartment.

I was gonna tell Nafew to check the fan, but then I forgot.

Cut to yesterday afternoon, Nafew and I were melting and he asked me to turn up the fan. I told him it was at its highest power but then we looked at it and it was running suspiciously slow. Then he asked me when we last cleaned the fan. 

I don't know. 

I mean it's not my job to clean the fan because I'm tiny, so I really DON'T KNOW. So we stopped the fan to see if it needed cleaning and I nearly passed out. 

It was filthy. I seriously don't know how we have not caught some dust related disease and died. But since we were still alive by some miracle, and this thing on our ceiling was nasty we decided to clean it, that very moment. 

We have this one, except it's older and yellowish :(
Image from here

After cleaning the fan, we turned it back on and it was pure bliss. Even at mid-power, we got cool air. And at this point, I can honestly say, I don't mind the cool air on my skin. Because after days of icky heat, this was divine. 

So it turns out our fan works fine. It just needed some elbow grease or cleaner tenants and it works like new. Almost like magic.

Friday, October 5, 2012

This One's For My Mom

I come from a long line of educators. My mom is a teacher. Her mother and her brother are teachers. And she has four cousins that are teachers. Oh, and my dad is also sort of a teacher because he trains news casters. 

Whoa! That's a lot of teachers right? But for some reason, I didn't get the gene and in a way, I am so glad for it. Because I can't even stand the thought of being a teacher. I don't have the patience to do it. I mean as far as I understand, it takes a lot of patience to be a teacher. A lot

I hear stories about rebellious kids, and kids who are slow learners and so on. I have actually been with those kids in class myself. I'm sure it takes a lot of work not to be pissed of or, even if you are, not to show it. Seriously, if it were me, I'd probably burst into angry tears and run home everyday. So, I guess that makes them the most tolerant, and hard working people ever.

My mom has been a teacher for a very long time. I believe it's been nearly twenty years now, maybe more. She was my very first teacher too. I never went to pre-school and she taught me at home before I started first grade. 

She's very good at it and the kids love her. Random young adults walk up to her on the streets and tell her they used to be her students. They tell her about their lives and their work and it makes her proud to know she had a hand in helping them reach this point in their lives. 

I'm very proud of her too. 

Happy Teachers' Day, Mom. I love you.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

This Was My First Time So It's Okay

So, who has tried their hand at baking and failed? 


Oh well, just me then I guess. 

Because I tried it yesterday and it was a failure of epic proportions. Yesterday, I tried baking cookies for the first time and I would describe the experience as bittersweet. Or sweet-bitter? I don't know, but it started out really good and then things went horribly wrong.

I googled chocolate chip cookies and this one recipe came up that caught my eye. Probably because it said 'Best Chocolate Chip Cookies Recipe'. I read a few reviews and it was all good. I also had all the off I went, armed with my camera, because I must blog this right?

I followed the recipe perfectly, and the batter came out beautifully. Then, when I was spooning the batter on to the tray, I ran out of space with just a few spoonfuls left. So I figured it'd be okay to push everything closer and fit those too (Note to self: It's not okay.)

The tray went into the oven for ten minutes and five minutes later I wanted to see how it looked so I checked. When I saw that all the scoops had spread out and there was one giant cookie baking in the oven, I only cried for thirty minutes. Nah, I didn't. 

When it cooled down, I cut it into squares and it was ugly...but delicious! More important, Nafew loved it! First time failed...but I'm hoping next time's better. If I can bake more than one cookie, I'll let you all know :)

Tuesday, October 2, 2012


A family friend passed away today. Long before I was born, his dad and my grandpa were friends and later he and my mom were close friends. I was very small but I remember he used to come to our house often. Then he went abroad to study and it was many many years later when he came back, so I didn't really get to know him much. 

I do remember when he used to sit me in his lap, and this one time he took me out for a ride on his motorcycle. The last time I saw him was over a year back and mom says it's been a few weeks since she spoke to him over the phone. 

I found out about his passing on twitter earlier today. He was a well known political figure back home so everyone was tweeting about it. The tweets I saw were very disturbing and I didn't really know whether they were rumors or the truth so I checked the news. It was true. 

He was stabbed and beaten to death at the bottom of the stairs in his apartment building, and his wife found him. The police had confirmed it. I hear about people being murdered and I always feel very sorry, even sad, for the victims and their families. But when it is a person you actually know, the feeling is even more unsettling. A strange fear has set in my heart and I can't shake it off. 

Although it was just three in the morning at home, I immediately texted my mother and she called me a few minutes later. She had heard too. We talked for a while. It's a risk to be involved in politics these days. May god bless him and may his family, the wife and three kids, find the strength to cope with this loss.

Rest In Peace, Dr. Afrasheem Ali.