Updates

Okay. When was the last time that I posted something? Right, 2 months ago. I seriously tried so hard to find at least 30 minutes of the whole 24 hours in a day to spend it in here. Tho I missed to write so so soo much I've got no word to describe, my fingers sometimes stretched by their owns hahaha. But 30 minutes was too mainstream. I couldn't find even 15 minutes for that.

So okay, for updates, I'm in Egypt now. Still choosing Egypt (after I turned down the offer from one private university in Malaysia - no regret for it) and assignments kept piling up. Tests, exams and extra classes, I was really contented.

Cause since we came back to Egypt a lil bit late (when all the local students were already in their half period of the whole semester), there's a rush in catching up with the syllabus and I was really exhausted. Finished one test today, got another test tomorrow. Testing my knowledge with organic chemistry today and anatomy tomorrow. Basically, I've lived with only books. So sometimes I asked myself a silly question, "My brain wouldn't shrinked, will it?" because I was soooo tired.

And now, I'm on my study week, continue living as a shrunk-brained-student. Hahaha.

Too busy to even smile.

Which one now?

Despite of all chaos and political issue in Egypt, I still want to go there.

It's kinda break my heart seeing how my lovely people begging me to not to go there and continue with my studies here in Malaysia. It really bothers me. It puts me in guilty some more.

The situation is like I was having 2 kids, one of them is in Malaysia, the other one is in Egypt, but both of them are desperately need me to breastfeed them. I couldn't split my body to just satisfy what they want. Okay, you got it?

Hahaha.

Listen, my people.

I'm chasing my dreams. And trust me, Egypt is safe. (Hopefully). I've just started with my degree and I'm adapting myself really well there. It's so sayang to just let it go.

Life must go on, guys.

Or at least just bear for 4 years more.

Okay, I don't know now.

One for two

I was having a dinner with Ameerul and his friends on his birthday. And I was being the only girl there.

Suddenly a waiter came serving us a glass of watermelon-lychee juice. Only 1 glass whereas we were 8 people sitting on the same table.

 So I shoved the glass to Ameerul since he's the one that we're celebrated for. He dragged the glass towards me because I was the only girl there.

I said, "It's yours".

He said, " No, you take it".

I replied, "Please don't. You have it".

He replied, "No no, you take it".

Everyone was looking at us, and Syafiq came in, "What's wrong with you guys? Are you guys blind? Can't you see there're two straws there. It is meant for you both".

O man!

Hahaha. So we shared it.

Thank you Syafiq. 

:)

Happy 23rd birthday

Birthday shout out to Ameerul Ashraf who is currently turning 23 years old this year! Hoooray! 

So a very happy birthday to the best man ever and I wish you a great life ahead, get good grades, get a cool job and get married to only one girl (for the rest of your life).

We went out a day before his birthday and when we're in a car I suddenly heard someone sighed heavily, I turned to him. He said, "This is the worst date ever" and got me replied like, "What?!"

He said, "Nothing"

"Huh?"

"NOTHING!"

Pfftt. Why do you always think that I'm deaf? I heard what you were saying, clearly. My "What" actually meant "WHAT WERE YOU SAYING? WORST DATE? SO SEEING ME IS THE WORST THING THAT YOU'VE EVER DID?" but I played it cool (read: afraid).

He said, "You didn't remember my birthday"

God, I swear I remembered it. 19 September, 19 September, 19 September. In my whole life, 19 September is way more important that any other public holidays including Hari Raya and some sort but I was a sad girlfriend that I actually forgot that "tomorrow" was 19 September. 

Aaaaaa. I thought of jumping out of a car.

So I said, "O Lord, I've always remembered your birthday. I knew it's your birthday tomorrow and it's only 11 pm now right. Well, not even close to 11 pm. You're impatient I guess. No ones forget your birthday. And I don't wanna rush".

I continued, "In fact, I've already planned it with your friends. Long ago when I was still in Egypt. We wanted to make you a surprise. Now you're acting this way, you make me feel guilty. I feel like a real bad girlfriend, forever and ever".

I don't know if he was being too emotional or I was too nervous so I spilled out all the secrets.

Hell no you'd got the chance to fix the situation now.

He sent me to my doorstep and I wish him for birthday.

Guess what, I surprised him the next day! I went to his place (big thanks to Hasnan and Iqbal for fetching me) and had a small dinner with him and his friends. 

Funny that I had to hide inside Hasnan's car so he can't see me and only went out when we reached the restaurant. He's so surprised that he can only talked to me 5 minutes after that. 

I always wanna play like a cool girlfriend so I said, "I'm here just to check out if you're celebrating your birthday with the other girls"

Forever a queen control I am. Hahaha.

Pictures' story

Saw the old pictures of ours. I have a main folder in my lappy entitled "Ameerul Ashraf" contented with all our pictures from our first date and until the last time that we met each other, that was on our recent dating last month. 

I would name the folder as, "place, date" so it would be easier for me to refer them back, you know I actually have this sort of investigator/lawyer attitude, like, "Do you remember when was our first date?" or "Our last date in Penang, you're wearing a black shirt, you know why?" or "Do not wear again the shirt that you wore when we went to Broga Hill, understand?", that he'll left speechless cause he absolutely has no idea about.

(Cause he's a man, I know)

Haaa, I know, now you're scared of me too. Haha. 

Okay, amendment. *cough cough *

I actually see every pictures with emotions. One minute I could laugh when the pictures weren't that funny and the next minute I could shed tears at the next pictures appeared. Cause that's when I can recall our memories back. I swear, we had a picture of me crying that he snapped after some fight. 

(No way, I won't reveal that-thickest-eye bags-with-red-nose-some-more picture even until the technologies would forever disappear from the earth)

One year ago.

Summer effects

I'd never know summer would be this cruel. Few days before we departed to Istanbul, I started to feel itchy on my face and few pimples grew. So I thought, yeaa must be due to my upcoming period.

 It was silly when we're in Istanbul, a few more pimples started to conquer my face. Goddd, what now? PMS was never this bad, I thought. Plus, this wasn't even near to my due yet.

Hormones, maybe.

Wait, hormonal changes of what?

Of weather u mean?

Another pimples grew.

Sunburn got severe.

My face was at its worst. It's like my face was being a site where the workers were doing a construction at, the place that they built up building, burning and digging. It hurts! I stared to my reflection in the mirror and counted as much pimples as I had. One, two, three... ten. Wait, were the scars included? Okay, countless then.

No one knew there's a scary line behind the scarf. The line that separated my sun-exposed skin area which was super burn, scary and moon-crater like one. The other line was the safe one, protected from sunburn and that was the area that I missed the most. 

It was like "before-after" skin ads on TV and I'd got them both on mine. The burned area would take "after", of course. 

I lost my mind. My skin was never as this worst. It wasn't me!

I lost my confidence that I changed my 4 entire outfits just to go out dating with Ameerul. Not a single picture that I took. Not even one scarf now that would go matching with me. Not even a single blouse that suited me anymore. Contact lenses didn't help! 

As Ameerul said, "Oh noo you're darker now. Serve you right. Haha". Reverse psychology u mean? Not my game!

I wailed like a panicked woman who just recently lost her son. Tried on my mom's skincare, my lil sister's masker, my aunt's foundation. Moisturizer after moisturizer. One cleanser after another one.

4-seasons country wasn't for me. Haha. Malaysia's khatulistiwa is the best.

Well, having scars and pimples wasn't that scary as death. It's just that we are not that adaptable to the situation yet and definitely it will freak us out. Experiences, babe. Now I know how to handle it. Bring it on, SUMMER! Hahaha.

Butter prawn

One thing that I'll never say no to: Prawn.

Anything prawn. Prawn sambal with petai, Tomyam Prawn, Grilled Prawn, Whatever Prawn you name it.

Thank goodness that seafood actually love me back. No allergies or whatnots like some of other people will have (read: Ameerul who finds himself itchy after eating prawn. Soo not cool haha).

Ameerul is a picky eater or at least he has to, I must said. He cannot eat durian (he'll throw up), he cannot eat squid (he'll get itchy), he'd rather choose chicken instead of fish. And ice tea forever.

Unlike me, I'm a big fan of durian yumms I could finish one whole durian at one time and craving for more, my love for seafood is endless, I love every type of fish including shark (only his fin) and Pepsi/Coke/Slurpee forever hahaha.

So yes, Chicken Tomyam is a must menu if we'd get to eat outside. 

And to satisfy my own craving for prawn, I made butter prawn. Oh Lord, I was so nervous, my very first time making this and what I was afraid the most was the egg floss! Cause that's where you can get your point from, the main part of the dish. And my fav part too.

Recipe

Ingredients:

Prawn

Butter (3 tbs)

Milk (3/4 cup)

Eggs Yolks (2)

Garlics (4)

Curry leaves

Sugar & salt

Steps:

1. Egg floss. Heat up butter (1 tbs) and oil. Pour down the beaten up egg yolks and stir them continuously. Drain them.

2. Fried half-cooked prawns.

3. Heat up the melted butter (2 tbs). Add chopped garlics, curry leaves and milk. Put (2).

4. Drain them and put together with the egg floss in a plate.

Yummms. Forever favourite!