Friday, December 31, 2010


I deleted some people from my FB account this morning and I sure do hope they don't get offended by it.  

I first started using FB when my bestfriend introduced it to me as the easiest way to get reconnected with our close friends from either college or school. True enough as I managed to find long lost friends from even during my primary years.  It was such an excitement and also became an instant addiction with me checking up on the details of my friends' everyday life and to top it off I nearly had 200 friends on my list and boy did it look good on the profile. 

However, now being in my third year,  I am down to only 80 friends!  The rest were deleted mainly because I feel there is no use in having all these friends if only a handful actually care to what I do or say.  And if they feel that I am of no relevance to them, what is the point of being in my friend's list. Now, now..don't think I am sulking or being a baby on this subject.  I don't expect them to retort to my status updates every single day because that would be like stalking me but once a while, do drop by to say "Hi.' or just simply click on the 'like' button anywhere you may please just as a sign that you have been around.  FB serves as a tool for communication and rekindling what was lost or disconnected, but when there is none of it, why should I have you there and just bring me to think of bad things??  So, you were deleted.  Not out of ill feelings though...just because I see that we are of no relevance! 

Then I have students and relatives and also in laws.  You know my number, you see me every day, sometimes you say hello, sometimes you don't, so do I need you in my FB? And by the ways, I don't think it is that good for these people to see the real me.  Yeah, at times we have had our heart broken and hurt by others, and during those times we seem to blurt it on FB in our own way.  And sometimes there is drama in our status which pisses just about anyone and there are even moments where you express your exhilaration for gaining something be it in the form of material or not and it may seem to others as being a show off.  So, I don't want these people to see the real me or to misunderstand me.. especially my students, where my rezeki comes from.  I really do need that private place where I can take my teacher, in law, cousin or granddaughter(not that my only grandma has an account) uniform off, where only certain people are able to appreciate me for being me and from the bottom of my heart, please don't be offended.  But then again, maybe I will open a new account solely for these people...

With the New Year already here, I have also spring cleaned my FB account.  It is now exclusively for FRIENDS.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

My New Year Resolution

1.  To become a better wife to Ahmad Hafiz, my tilam vono.
2.  To become a better mother who is patient and loving to her children.
3.  To become a better muslimah, in terms of prayers and conducts.
4.  To become a better friend, colleague, sister and daughter.
5.  To overcome my fondness for procrastinating
6.  To become less cynical in my outlook towards life and people 
7.  To watch what I say so it won't bite me back or others.
8.  To try as much as possible to seek forgiveness from those who I have wronged.

Come to think of it, I think it can be concluded in one sentence..TO BECOME A BETTER HUMAN BEING! 
God, give me our strength and patience to achieve this!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Does brand really matter?

I consider myself as a customer that any counter would want.  In simpler words, in the world of cosmetics, facial products or hair essentials, I am to die for.  The reason is simple, I am just a sucker for anything that claims to make my face or hair look good!

After I noticed that the SKII range has not been working well on my skin after being loyal to it for 4 years and a half and its miracle no longer working its magic on my dull skin, I decided to go for another brand in hope to invigorate and restore what is left of this lifeless skin.  The first thing that came across my mind was to try out the Kiehl's brand but it being available only in KL, I decided to let that thought go.  With dearest hubby far far away, I was desperate for something that I could get a hold on to should the product finish in the middle of the week.  I, for sure am not going to make a day trip to KL on my own, so the best thing that popped into my mind was either facial products from The Body Shop or The Face Shop easily ready at Mesra Mall Kerteh. The decision was made on the former only because it has been longer in the market as compared to the latter.

Truth to be told, the thought of The Body The Body Shop as opposed to SKII..brr..was such an unnerving thought!  But hey, everything deserves the benefit of doubt and that led me to step my foot in the store.  The girl who attended to me knew my skin's every need and every problem, which became an instant attention grabber.  As she was also being extra sweet with manuka honey and rice crispies and cherries..loads of cherries on top, I succumbed to her suggestions. what if it is The Body Shop! If its products weren't good in quality, I betcha it would not have survived this long..and by the ways Fida, do not forget your were once a user of its make-up range waaaaaaaaay back then in Edinburgh, remember!  And so, I gladly handed in my plastic cash being confident in this new range of skincare, mind is of Japanese technology.. that is reputed to have remarkably satisfying results.  

Yeah, right..!  Now, after using it for 4 months, this is the result of my face!!!!

Can you see that big bologna of a pimple????? And this did not only happen recently but immediately after I started using the range.  I did come back to complaint but another of the advisor claimed that I may have applied too much causing an outbreak on my skin which at that time sounded logical enough.  Does my skin look any better...NOPE!  The reason to it is ....the sales advisor gave me the wrong ..yup...W.R.O.N.G selection of skincare for my combination skin!  Can you just believe that???  And who did this come from?  Another one of the shop product assistants.  Now, who is going to use up a whole new bottle of toner, 2 tubs of moisturizer only made suitable for people who have dry skin??? Who? 

So, does brand really matter?  I still have faith in The Body Shop product as I loooooooooooooove  its perfume range, but I haven't got anymore faith in the sales assistants/beauty advisor.  Sincerely, brand does not really make such an impact because it really depends on your face and how well it tolerates to certain ingredients in the product.  However, you really do need to get the correct ones in order for your face to become rejuvenated! 

The lesson that I have learnt is, aahhh...what lesson?  I am going back there tomorrow to get the Essence I toner that I should have been using instead of the Essence II that was suggested to me!  If everything goes well, expect a beauty post on it in the near future!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Boy oh boy..

Qayyum has always been a clingy one following me here and there and everywhere.  Back in yesteryears, before he was absorbed into the world of Dawn of Wars, he would call me every single minute should I not be at home just to check up on me.  And today, while I was in my bathroom washing one of my underthings, there he was again, looking at what I was doing in amusement.  But, the most amusing thing came from him!  Read this conversation, if you may.

Q:  Mum, why do you have to wear that?
M:  Just like why you have to wear your underpants.  
     To keep that certain thing in place. 
Q:  Oh.  How come at the shop you always ask for your size. 
      Is other people's different?
M:  Yes.  It depends on the size of one's boobies. 
      If you have a small one, then you buy a small one vice versa.
Q:  Oh..(unamused)
...30 seconds of silence..
Q:  Mum..mum..(now with a VERY cheeky look) 
M:  Yes..yes..
Q:  Can you choose your size?
M:  What do you mean?
Q:  Your booby? Can you choose your size?
M:, dear..hmm...yes, can.  
      First you are born with the size God gives you, but some people are not       satisfied.
      So they choose another size either bigger or smaller.
      But as Muslims, plastic surgery is HARAM! 
      (stresses on the HARAM bit)
Q:  How do they change it?
M:  Well, they go for operation.
     The doctor will put in a small balloon in their body. 
     Then, it will become bigger.
Q:  A baloooooonnn????  Hebaknye..
M:  Why do you say that? (Me not feeling good about this conversation)
Q:  Well, then they can float in the water right. 
      Then, they do'nt need a pelampung like Iman or Khalida when they 
And off he went away while me staring at my underthing dumbfounded!!!
M:  Don't forget Q, HARAM tau orang Islam buat plastic surgery...nanti masuk blazing fire!!!!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

First time for everything...Bunnywabbits!

I won't say the usual much or the overloads this time trying my level best to keep it short and sweet..hey, what a MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! 

It was amusing to see how my husband was attentively listening to my recipe of the "Masak Lomak Cili Api Wan Gadong" and religiously typing it on his pc while we were skyping just now.  In normal times, he would not give two hoots about how a certain meal is made, and now, living abroad on his own sans me his personal chef and without any form of transportation to wheel him here and there in a quest for food, he has now fallen into the grasp of this addictive culinary world.  

Just last week, it was tips on how to blend dried chillies into a paste, the next day it was the simple sambal ayam and today it's masak lemak cili api, what shall come henceforth?  Welcome Babes ...into my world!

HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.....plop! (Me laughing my head of...survival you say eh??? I'll teach you a lesson when I get cook fish for like???)

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Am I that dumb??

I have to submit two forms tomorrow in which both requires some calculating from me.  Mathematics was never a subject I excelled in, favoring sleep or listening to my walkman during classes back then.  Despite that, a simple work of adding up 342 different numbers should not be that hard, right???   All that I am doing is a frequency analysis and not like  calculus, algebra, whatever that is.  

Addition should be easy peasy.  I mean in the line of English, 1+1 always adds up to 2, as compared to science when 1+1 could be either 3, 4, 5 or even 10. (Well, if you are thinking WTF, think twins, triplets and so on..I am good at making babies too, so my knowledge of science is as far as that goes).

So then, can anyone please tell me why is it frigging difficult to add up the numbers so that it tallies with the 342 number of scripts I have..this is just a frequency thingy dammitttttt!!!!!!!  Or..could it be that my calculator has gone busted???? 

So what, it is just an A.

The PMR results came out last two days and people were over the moon with the fact that we managed to double the total of students who got As for English.  From a number of 16 students last year, this year we managed to get a whooping 32 As for this subject.

What saddens me though is the fact that along the while that I was looking at the list of names of the A students, counting how many of them came from my class, I had forgotten about those who managed to improve themselves although they did not get an A.  I guess I was lost in the moment but a mistake like that that could have killed so many spirits.  It murdered me years ago when I showed my assignment to a lecturer who was as strict as strict could be, that I got a C from the normal D. I was happpyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, you know.  And what did she say? Okay, but it's not an A.  It crushed me and I hate her till now. I know I was never the brightest in my batch, but hey..I got a C okay!!!

Going back to the original motion, why do we always see the As and rarely the B,C or D students?  As long as they have upgraded themselves, I think that calls for a celebration too.  These students should also be brought to the nearest fastfood restaurant and get treated for improving themselves not only the As.  Who am I to say..I am just a mediocre teacher.

Thursday, December 23, 2010


Spaghetti sauce
Bechamel sauce
Instant lasagna sheets
Mozzarella cheese

Bechamel Sauce
Milk (depends on how you want the consistency of the sauce to be)
Butter (quarter of a stick)
Flour (I use half a cup)
Thyme, Nutmeg (ground)
  1. Melt the butter in a saucepan.
  2. Add in the flour bit by bit, whisking vigorously so as not to make the mixture become lumpy.
  3. Pour in the milk bit by bit, stirring continuously.
  4. When the mixture is bubbly, add in thyme, nutmeg and seasoning.
Layering the Lasagna.

  1. Place the sheets of lasagna in your Pyrex.
  2. Then the spaghetti sauce.  I would make it a little runny because the sheets are dry.
  3. Put the bechamel sauce on top.
  4. Repeat 2 and 3 until you get the number of layers you prefer. I make mine around 4 layers, depending on the height of my dish.
  5. The top would be the bechamel sauce.  Then put the cheese, a GENEROUS amount on top.
  6. Cover with aluminium foil and bake in the oven at 150 Celsius for 35 minutes.
  7. Then, take the foil off and bake for another 5 minutes or so, until the cheese become a golden color.

Again, this is the recipe that I have been using which may not be according to the recipe used by the westerners or even close to a chef's quality.  If you feel that there is something lacking somewhere, please feel free to comment. It is highly appreciated.


Spaghetti Sauce Ala Scarlet

I have been badgered lately for my Spaghetti sauce recipe after friends got to know of the fact that I would be tendering either my resignation or application for a no pay leave pretty soon.  And these people just won't take no for an answer when I tell them that my sauce isn't nothing to die for.  But if their palate says mine rocks, then it rocks bebeh!! It is rude I dare say to refuse compliments from those who are sincere in giving it, right?  So, I have decided to share the recipe with all of yous out there.  It may not be the perfect sauce or any different from others, try it anyways.

Spaghetti Sauce Ala Scarlet
250 gm Ramly minced meat 
1 egg.

  1. Mix the egg into the meat.
  2. Sautee the meat in olive oil until it is partially cook. 
  3. Turn off the heat and take it out of the pot. Set aside.
1 and a half bulb of holland onion chopped
3 cloves of garlic chopped 
1 large can of tomato paste
1 jar of Prego tomato sauce
2 cans of chopped tomato
3 stalks of celery chopped 
2 carrots chopped finely
2 large bell peppers, smoked and chopped

2 bay leaves
salt, sugar, black pepper, worcester sauce, cinnamon to taste.

  1. Sautee the onion and garlic in olive oil until it becomes soft.
  2. Add the tomato paste. Fry it a while until the oil rises.
  3. Add the celery and carrot. Let it be in the paste. 
  4. Add in 2 cups of water to soften the veggies.
  5. When the veggies are soft, add in the meat earlier sauteed, the peppers and the Prego sauce.
  6. Put in half a liter of water, bay leaves and simmer until the liquid reduces to your preference. 
  7. While waiting add the seasoning.
  8. Finally, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT...When you are about ready to turn off the heat as the sauce is ready, you can then add dashes of dried basil to taste. Make sure this is the final step to retain the taste of basil!!!!

If you make it and people praise you buckets and buckets, make sure you credit it to me, but if they bash you saying it tastes like rubbish, then say that it was your recipe...HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

Enjoy .

(pic taken with my late HTC Touch Diamond 2)

Saturday, December 18, 2010

The going gets tough..?

All good things must come to an end, so does my Amat Apis' 37-day break and the day that I fear has come.  It is time to part ways again for some 60 to 90 days.  

My worst trepidation is not for me..never me..I think I am able to handle this situation well as I am getting used to this newfound independence, but the kids' well being has always been my priority! And it is them that I am scared for.  After nearly a month and a half of being nestled in their father's arms at night, having their Ayah to play chess and Congkak and Monopoly, Ayah bringing them here and there and everywhere, I just don't want to have to go back to the times when Khalida would be speaking to her father's picture constantly, striking up a conversation with his portrait in the bedroom or Iman crying herself to sleep or suddenly getting lost in her own imagination or even my Qayyum, who would suddenly miss his Ayah extremely that he would put his father's shirt over a pillow and pretend that pillow is Ayah and food suddenly does not excite him anymore.  Can you imagine the heartache I go through by all this?  And it is not something one gets used to or even could expect.

But miracles happen to those who wait.  As I am deeply thinking of the gloomy days ahead, here my children are having the time of their lives, giggling and running around, having each other as the best person to rely on and turn to.  Only they understand what they have to go through and it surprises me that when they speak of their father, they are able to talk of the happy times, the funniest and funnest moments they have had with him unlike before when it was nights of pacifying them to sleep saying that time will pass by quickly. And although there is still that need and longing for him but it is not as much as before.  I guess they have found it in each other ways to heal their own pain, ways to keep their Ayah's presence alive. 

It's only been a week since he left and I do not want to jinx this situation.  Children, they really know how to amaze you!  My children, they amaze me with their strength and I do hope this experience will make them stronger to face the harsher times to come..insya-allah!  And me, what do I do?   I secretly cry in my walk-in closet!

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Over the mooooooooooooooon.

As I opened my FB account today, I was in for a big surprise.  I was ACCEPTED ...see be acquainted to one of the most popular man in Malaysia who is Raja Petra Kamarudin.  Who could have thought this little schmuck of little values to be in his friends list.  It was a gamble worth taking I must say! 

I am neither a politician nor do I write on politics but I do enjoy reading his pieces no matter how conversational they seem.  Thus for him to accept me was an honour in its own rite.    So, I started being all high and mighty to my beloved Amat Apis saying that I am AN acquaintance of the man responsible for many political controversies, but my pride was pulled further down into the deepest abyss when my beloved had to open RPK's FB page and showed me that I was neigh the only one given exclusive rights to his friendship for he had accepted several others alongside myself..har har har.  What lah you Babes...such a K.I.L.L.J.O.Y!  (slashed on the throat)

And to thank him (RPK), all I said was " Thank you. Highly appreciated!"  Pfftt...what the toodeledoo???  A simple 'Thank you. Highly appreciated' is NOT the way to thank a man of that prestigious when all the others had referred to him as Sir! I told you so, I am a schmuck with a capital S!!!

However, I am still gloating and acting all aristocratic at the moment for my dearest spouse who is also a great fan did not manage to erect a single ounce of courage to eeeeeven click on that single button that wrote "+1 Add as friend". I pity you dearest other half, unfortunately today, I am just a notch higher than thee.... 

Sunday, December 5, 2010

In the cooking mood.

Watching too much of Asian Food Channel is really liberating in sense of my culinary skills.  Once you are able to master making one simple sauce, you are on your way to culinary creativity.  As Chef Micheal Smith had said once in one episode of the Chef at Home series " Cooking should not be made difficult.  All you need to do is to take whatever you have in your kitchen to create the perfect recipe..", ( Not in his own words exactly but more or less bearing the same meaning) I decided to do just that.  

Ransacking my larder jam packed with ingredients that were approaching the end of its shelf life, I managed to whip up a pasta dish using whatever I could work with.  Thinking that pasta is at its most appetizing when you pair it with cheese of any sort, so my fridge was vigorously molested last night.  Joy to the world, I found me some Mozzarella and Parmesan cheese.  Not having a recipe with exact measurements that could get me through to make something edible, I was aided by vivid recollections of those mouthwatering pasta dishes seen on channel 703.  Picturing those melting cheeses, vegetables, chicken and ribs gave me an idea to turn a simple carbonara sauce into my own version of Pasta Bake.  I was lucky enough that I still had the chicken stock I made months ago and just look at what I managed to come up with..

Before it hit the oven

Pasta Bake ala Scarlet
(pics taken by my Sony Ericsson 770i )

Pasta Bake
Half a packet of penne rigate plus a bit more
1 large head of brocolli
3 red capsicums, smoked
4 chicken breasts sliced into nibblets
1/4 of a 250gm butter
4 tbsp flour
3 cups of chicken stock
1 ltr full cream milk
Parmesan and Mozzarella cheese
salt and coarse black pepper to taste.

  1. Boil the pasta in salted water.  Just as it is about to cook, add in the brocolli and boil together.
  2. Drain the water and set aside.
  3. Heat up a skillet with 4 spoons of olive oil and fry the chicken pieces until they are slightly cooked.  Set aside or you could just throw it into your pasta and brocolli.
  4. Slice the smoked peppers into thin strips and put them too in the pasta.  Mix well.  
  5. Melt the butter in a pan and fry the flour, quickly stirring them.
  6. Add in the milk, bit by bit while stirring continuously to avoid the flour from becoming lumpy.  I use a whisk here!
  7. Add in the cheeses.  I noticed it to become stringy as I added the mozzarella but continuos stirring will sort that out.
  8. When the mixture is mixed well, it will become quite thick so I laced it down using the chicken stock.  Let it simmer a while and season it with salt and pepper.
  9. Cool it down a bit and pour the whole content into the pasta.  You will then get what you see in the first picture.  Eating it like that pun dah sedap!!!!!
  10. Sprinkle some more Parmesan on top and bake it in the oven.  I set the temperature at 175 Celsius for 20 minutes.
Enjoy the recipe.  If you see some flaws, please make adjustments because this recipe did not come out from any recipe book.  Do care to comment if you feel there is something wrong with the recipe. Once again, enjoy...I am sure I did!

p/s  I owe Nining, tons and tons for boiling the pasta to perfection.  She really knows what al dente means..good eh for an Indonesian helper.  She rocks!!!

Saturday, December 4, 2010


The kids having Maggi Kari cooked by Daddy dearie..


Now, having the real Mee Kari Mummy style.



Friday, December 3, 2010

Moving on.

He finally got the keys last four days and this happy news was relayed to me when I was at my Mam's home.  I should be enthralled, I am, I think.

No, if you were wondering by any chance, I am not having second thoughts for I have surpassed that phase.  I am very sure and definite that I would be joining him there as I do think my place is to support him despite whatever reservations I have.  I truly believe that a wife should be by her husband by all means and for that reason I have confronted all the demons inside of me that have been constantly nagging me to stay put here where I feel at home.

Having said that, I can feel a void in my heart already at the thought of leaving this place, this Kerteh where I grew up into an adult, where I learned how to live life, where I learned about keeping a marriage together, where I became a mother, here I found some more true friends who were never afraid to tell me off when I steered from the right path.  This is the place that turned me into an adult from that over sensitive, hot tempered lady who was in denial thinking that she is still that 17 year old college girl.  Here is where i truly grew up and here is where I built my home and my family.  So, how could you leave that all behind in pursuit of financial independence in a foreign land?

I may not be able to speak the Terengganu dialect without my students laughing boisterously saying that I sound like a lost Siamese descendant, but my heart will always be with Terengganu.  Funny eh, for a KL girl to love this place so much although I hate the drivers here.  Life has to go on. It was written by God that my fate is as such.  Although I shall be leaving in 7 months more if God willing, however, I am all teary eyed just thinking about my impending departure.

God, render me a part of your strength to take the first step into this new journey that you have planned for me.

Kemasek Beach.  Isn't this view breathtaking?