Across the Universe...

I hate walking on the streets in Male', I really do. Why? Because people friggin' stare so much. What is their problem? And even if you catch them staring, they'd still stare back as if its not at all rude or anything. Bah..Maldivians..If only they'd at least do it subtly I wouldn't complain so much. What I've noticed also is that it's mostly the women who stare at other women. Before I always thought I was imagining it and I'm being paranoid but recently me and my guy (lets call him Dhonkalo) went out for a bite and we came across a bunch of girls at the door. The moment they saw me they were like just glaring at me looking me up and down as if i had just mugged their grandma or something! :S I was oookay..(gulp) and just meekly and hurriedly went inside past them. I still thought nah they must Its prolly just me when Dhonkalo remarked, "Haadha rulhi aissa ey dho ebely" I was like bingo! It's not just me! They do stare like vult...

Most of us have been there at least once in our lives. Back of a classroom, lecturer going on and on about something you just can't follow. Fighting with all your might not to doze off. Pretending to take notes every now and then. Observing other students picking their noses subtly. Tonight was one of those nights. At one point I really thought I was gonna drop dead on my notes so had to occupy my mind with something. Hence found myself writing a random poem. Thought I'd share it with you guys. It was Human Resource Management tonight and it's one of the most boring subjects I've come across. Don't understand the fascination with everyone studying it as a major these days. Also in my defense, I wrote this in 10 minutes. So don't be cruel about the crappiness of it. Also I realize there is no such word as 'worstest' but um..call it poetic licence. :D Although I have no excuse for me other posts. =p Here goes: The monotonous d...

I asked the age old question to a couple (ok more than a couple) of my friends and I got some interesting answers. All names have been changed to protect the (ahem) identity of them. Something very crazy... It’s umm what do I say... Feeling made up by everyone to justify not calling what they feel for the opposite sex as lust or an urge to mate perhaps? - Frou Frou Love was when ... Adam stole the forbiden fruit for Eve. Love is when he gave up heavens to make her happy. Love is when nothing else matters. Love is never jealous nor is it needy, but love is insatiable. Love is when you see her go wow! Love is the fire that burns more when in absence. - The Masked Avenger. It’s a simple 4 letter word in the English dictionary. - Skeith. Whatever you make of it. It’s a vague notion to define attraction. - Sensei Depends on who’s asking I guess... - Some Ah Love is what makes a man feel really, really alive. It's positive, lovely and makes no sense at ...

The pale moon gleams, filling this dark night with light. Everyone sleeping so content, into their dreams. Except for a few glazed eyes dead to the world. While she looks at him with lust... Oblivious to her desires, He is brought here to be tempted by the fires below. As he enters, he says she cannot touch. Their passion consumes them making it hard to restrain, As he ravages and plunders her. And savagely he thrusts, the moment tasting, Deep inside of her. Softly she screams before she wakes up, Wakeful again as she returns from her reverie. Looks at him with lust... Once more again.

Did you ever observe some people and wonder to yourself, 'How can these people be so violent?' It doesn't matter whether we are living in the 'modern' world now. Some people are still willing to risk their lives and the lives of others for something that doesn't even makes sense in the first place. They thrive on hatred, not only just condemn others for being different but go as far as to slaughter them. Even the people who think that they are free have their own limitations because of these people. The whole world is a slave to them. And its spreading like the plague. Why? Because pray forbid, if you 'offend' them, its simple. You are a dead duck walking err i mean waddling. Nobody wants to speak out against them. Even the most powerful people in the world try to stay out of their affairs as much as possible. Nobody wants to live their life in hiding, so they just simply stay quiet. Who can blame them? Everyone would want to live a normal...

Yesh I LOVE disney classic cartoons...not the new ones though. I mean what is UP with all those part IIs of old classics??? If they could animate so well back then (Eg. The Lion King, Rescuers Down Under), why don't they bother to do it now?? It's horrible I tell you, Walt would be rolling in his grave. I don't know why I still adore the good old 2D animations. Not that I don't like Pixar stuff , I mean movies Toy Story and Walle were awesome. But there's something about gems like 'The Sword in the Stone, Robin Hood that just hits you right there. I've decided that my favorite Disney Couple is Phoebus and Esmeralda. Her because she's got spunk and way different from the usual 'princesses' that you see, so weak and timid just waiting for some prince charming to save them. She's a far cry from the damsels in distress that we have gotten used to over the years. Oh and a close second would be Meg from Hercules. And Phoebus, because h...

I'm baaack, well technically I didn't go anywhere. I was just away from a lot of material things for awhile and pondering the meaning of life while being all spiritual and zen. Ok who am I kidding...the PC broke down, my phone got disconnected and I was just being a recluse all these days. But I DID ponder about a lot of stuff and well, here are my random thoughts for today. (Warning might not make much sense.) First of all, whoever invented diet coke should be arrested. I tasted it for the first time coz there was nothing else at home and I almost choked on it's watery taste. Oh I know what you're thinking, "What? That's your big epiphany?" Well it's not. I just thought I'd mention it. I just got to thinking...and here's my 'advice' to everyone. Life is short, and you only get ONE of them. Live it your way. Have fun. Make memories. Meet people. Travel. Take pictures. Try new stuff. You know how they say a well-spent day...

It always seems that when I'm writing a post, I always rant about something but hey it's only when I'm upset that I can come up with enough material to write something. I recently told someone that I don't want to get married anytime soon. Her response was, "Thihen hutta muskulhi vedhaane, eyrun nuvaane innane meehakuves" Why? why? why does society have to decide for me when I have to get married? I don't consider myself as an old hag yet but EVEN if I was. What is it about unmarried women that gets those domestic goddesses in a rut? Yes I am aware that I have a biological clock and everything but PLEASE let me decide the fate of my womb! And even if I didn't go the traditional way, it does not mean that I am any lesser of a person or that I am unhappy and you need to pity me. As every girl would, I used to dream about a wedding and a pretty dress and such things. But I'm just saying don't judge me for not wanting to ge...

After my last post which kind of garnered a lot of attention. I've decided to cool it down a notch and shut my trap for awhile. I was waiting for a taxi one day in front of my home and there was this web of pipes and pieces of wood stacked near the door. This random thing caught my eye and I just had to take a picture right then and there. It was at the end of a pipe sort of thingy and I'm sure it wasn't meant to look like that. But I got a fit of giggles just looking at it and couldn't resist posting it. I've been going through some life-altering changes and I am still kind of fuzzy about where I am headed. (why am I assuming anyone would be interested in this?) I am hoping to be able to come up with a decent post by Monday. (hoping I do have some actual readers) No promises though. Eid Mubarak everyone :)

I am so fed up with people telling me what I should think like, believe in, act like and value. I mean does it not occur to these people that believing something is not a choice that I make (although in their case it seems to be) . These people act like I just should believe simply because I have to. My brain does not work that way I tell you! First it has to make sense to me in a logical reasonable way so that I can wrap my mind around it. I cannot simply say "I believe" and voila become a believer. I mean you can make me say the words but in my mind I would still believe in only what makes sense to me. So what is the point? For eg: Someone can show me a green wall and ask me to believe it is red , but my mind would just see it for what it actually is. A bloody GREEN wall! Just because I say I believe it is red does not mean I can actually believe it. In the same way, no matter how hard people intentionally or unintentionally try to shove down their doctr...

I have been having a tough few days and could not think of anything to write about this week. So instead I'm gonna post a pic of my lord, Kratos who makes me happy when I am blue. Yes, I do play GOW and that does not make me any less of a girl! So there. Although the flowing of his loincloth distracts me and gets me killed by the Minotaurs usually, its the best game in the world ever (FOR ME)!!! I remember when I first played it. I was so hooked, I stayed up all night and skipped work the other day as well. You just feel so powerful like you are actually a god. Meyfuppafa indhefa kulhevenyves :D hehe. You ought to see me during the parts where you have to press 'o' rapidly to make a kill. It's like I'm playing the tabla on the joystick. I have finished GOW 1 and 2 some gazillion times now and am currently drooling over the trailer of GOW3. But alas it is not to be...not only would I need to get a PS 3 but also an HD TV at that. Crap...

I heard you were a baby when you were found by some people at our shores. You must have been lost, very scared and confused. You must have been hungry and exhausted from swimming for so long. I bet you were wishing that your mama was there, so she could have protected you from these strange people. I found out that they put you in a cage at the childrens park so that people could come and gaze at wonder at you. You were pretty small then, so you did not take up much space. You must have been pretty lonely since there was not anyone like you around near you. I was told that they fed you well though...and then you started getting bigger..and bigger... and bigger. The little man-made pond is not big enough for you anymore. It made me very sad Mr. Crocodile, to see that you could not even straighten yourself to your full length in that sorry excuse of a home made for you. I guess your back must ache a lot huh? Being curled up all the time. But I guess that is not the point,...

This post was a bit difficult to write as it is a bit personal :| I've heard a lot of grisly stories of children being molested in the Maldives and I realize now that I have been very lucky myself as a child. I have never been molested to the extent that most people here would consider as 'real abuse', but I have these memories of a person, we'll call him the 'old fart' treating me very unappropriately when I was a little girl... This dude was an old family friend who visited us often. He was a very jolly and likeable character so everyone in my family liked him a lot including me. I saw him as an uncle or a grandfather figure who made me laugh a lot. I was about 8 or 9 then and I don't remember much but what I remember very vividly is that whenever he came over, he would come and hold me againt his groin and rub himself on me in an "affectionate way". I was pretty small back then and he was a tall guy so my head just reached only ...

Ah the month of Ramadan...the month where some people are at their most crankiest mood. The incessant hunger makes them even more grouchy than usual as the day continues. Whenever someone bites my head off for some minor thing during this month, I just tell them to go eat a cookie or something. :D The other type of people are the ones that I like to call the roadha cops. They would cross-examine you to see whether you're really roadha or not. Then they would ask you questions such as "Do you pray 5 times a day when you're fasting? Or else it won't count you know" or "Do you listen to music while you're fasting?" Then they would act all righteous and superior about themselves and go around walking like they are purer than bottled water. There are also the whiners who constantly gripe and moan about how hungry they are and how they are starving because they didn't have any haaru before they slept. (Note that these people never seem to be...

What is a phobia? A phobia is a strong, persistent fear of situations, objects, activities, or persons. The main symptom of this disorder is the excessive, unreasonable desire to avoid the feared subject. Phobias are believed to be developed by heredity, genetics and brain-chemistry combine with life-experiences. This is going to sound really stupid but ever since I could remember, I have been terrified...TERRIFIED of the Hibiscus flower. Don't ask me why, I have no idea. Some people tell me that it was probably because I was traumatized when I was really young by some incident that I cannot remember now. I doubt it though... My parents told me that it started from wilted flowers when I was about three or so. Wilted flowers disgust me still. It may be difficult for others to grasp but I don't see any difference between a dead flower and a dead body. I even get shivers thinking about it. I remember when I was about six, I had to go to a house to learn how to recit...

Y ou can get your farts scanned at ADK Hospital now. Hehehhe I know it's not really funny but man it was funny at the time we saw the sign outside this room. We imagined there'd be some weird machine that you poke your butt into and let rip one. Then the doc would look at a screen attached and go "hmm, interesting...odor seems normal, texture quite nutty". heeheehee. Yes I am gross and weird, Get over it. '_'

I was going through some of my old stuff from my early teenage years when I came across a list I had made on a day that I was really bummed over something that I can't remember now. It was in 2001, I must have been all rebellious and 'tough'. :D Anyway I find it really amusing now that I've um..matured (somewhat) but some of the stuff still rings true I guess. Here's the list :- As you grow up . . . 1. Life gets complicated. 2. Home is not safe anymore. 3. Crying doesn't solve anything but you cry anyway. 4. Enemies become easier to make. 5. You learn the value of money. 6. Things don't get better just by a lollipop. 7. It gets harder to prove your innocence. 8. Sometimes adults seem even more stupider than you. 9. The things you discover get even more unbelievable. 10. Some truths are better off hidden. 11. You get more concerned about your looks. 12. There is nowhere to hide or escape. 13. You live in a world of fear. 14. Pain i...

A newspaper column by Mary Schmich, published by the Chicago Tribune on 01 June 1997 which inspired me a lot. I encourage all young people to try it. Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as t...

I have always been the type of girl who always stood up for the equal rights of women and fumed at any type of gender discrimination. But sometimes when I share my point of view to some people, they act like I've told them I practice black magic or something. Then they start chanting, "Feminist! Feminist!" Now the being called a feminist always makes me cringe but there is no good reason why I should though. It merely means, " the doctrine advocating social, political, and all other rights of women equal to those of men." which I do believe in wholeheartedly. So then I wondered, why do I still hesitate to declare that I am a feminist? Modern Feminism, I find is totally warped. These days when you picture a feminist, the images that pop up into your head are absurd. Eg. Radicals, Lesbian dykes. Feminism actually made a lot of sense in the nineteenth century and early twentieth century when women couldn't vote, didn't have property rights and ...

The other day I met this guy who was being a real pain in the ass at work. He was supposed to submit a letter in English but he had brought one in Dhivehi. When I told him that I couldn't accept the letter, he went ballistic on me. He started raising the roof about how we are all dhivehin and blah blah blah. Then he said something that ticked me off. He said, "We are 'raajje therey' people." Why do people say that phrase whenever they don't get things done the way they want? I mean don't get me wrong I am a "raajjetherey" person myself, but I don't feel the need to rant about it whenever I don't get things done the way I want by others. I mean whats the point? Who isn't "raajjetherey" these days anyway? Most people in Male' are from some island or under dhaftharu. Of course there are certain situations where it is appropriate to bring up that you are not from Male'. There is such a huge difference between the M...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJFITz-edLY&feature=PlayList&p=AEF09A91DF9C238C&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=15 I saw this commercial sometime ago in which Priyanka Chopra advertises Ponds White Beauty, a product which is supposed to give you a 'white pinkish glow'. I was so offended I had to change channels. Why are South Asians, specially Indians, still obsessed with having lighter skin? Why do they still promote self racism? Even here in Maldives there is still this craze with 'Fair and Lovely' (So If we don't use it does it mean we're dark and ugly?) and 'Fair Plus' and all the other 'Fairs'. Not that I can blame the women since society expects them to be 'dhon'. Even in the dhivehi songs and poems they are always talking about a 'dhon manje' or 'dhon kamana'. Comments like, ' eyna reethi ekam massalayakee kudakoh kalhee' are still common. Shame really...since some of the ...

This burden I carry, feeling weak and weary Descending down to the nothingness. Whilst others canter along, blithe and cheery I crawl away, unheeding their protests. Upon the horizon, a fire burns fiery The reach of its power, aiming to possess. Mystified I paused, and made my inquiry "Behold! Can you not see I am in distress?" No answer came, I went ahead wary The flames turned cool like a mothers caress. It beckons to me, to the burden I carry Relieves me of the weight of this stress. I stand up straight, feeling light and airy No longer do I crawl nor desire to regress. Chaste and pure again, emotions they vary Nay, never again will I fall, depressed.

I feel old. I suppose someone 10 or 20 years older than me would find that laughable the same way I find it laughable when 16 or 17 year old kids say that they feel old. But the new generation of teenagers that I come across really makes me wonder whether I'm over the hill. It all happened so fast, I didn't even realize how much things have changed. Whatever happened to writing in good old plain English? I don't understand half the phrases of what I read these days. I mean here are some samples of what I'm talking about. "i luurrve diz boye. wonna noe mo abt meh?" or "too mani tearx i cried. mwahx" Seriously It's like Greek to me. I'm not trying to judge but I feel like I'm a decade older than I really am. There's no way I can talk like that without retching. And If I hear "obi" one more time I'll stab that person. Call me finicky but, the other day I heard the term "obi koli". I nearly stabbed myself......

Do humans crave for privacy? Or do they need to embrace togetherness? While I was juggling these two ideas, the quotation “Good fences make good neighbors” from the poem “Mending Wall” by Robert Frost caught my attention. Personally from my experience, I think that every individual needs their own space, where they can be most comfortable. In my opinion fences and walls between people and their territory helps secure good relationship between neighbors without any room for misunderstandings. A clear division will prevent arguments and disputes. If we keep boundaries, then other people will know what the boundaries are and respect that. For instance, if you had an apple tree in your yard and the neighbor’s children always picked your apples, it would definitely get on your nerves and you would come to resent them. But if there was a wall, it would send everyone a message saying, “This is my property”. Curiosity an...

1) Eating peanut butter with a spoon. 2) Watching old cheesy horror movies. 3) The musty smell of ancient cobweb ridden books. 3) Playing with an already softened kekuri. (Is it me or did that sound dirty?) 4) Hot chocolate on a rainy day. 5) Reading a new comic book. 6) 80s/90s Cartoons. 7) The taste of ‘mas bis’. I don’t think the stuff we have here would classify as caviar though : / 9) The sound of classical music in the early hours of the morning. 10) How the tongue feels after having let it dry totally outside the mouth.

I need like the beggars need shelter. Have you ever needed? I am cocooned in my own shell. Will you push the wall down? I push the words down because they taste bitter. Have you ever not stifled? I'm terrified of myself. Have you ever cared? You never promised, it goes to show. My lack of reason leading to chaos. Perhaps, if I did not think, and I think too much. You'd find me thinking better thoughts. I have followed for awhile. It drags on for miles and miles. Waging a bet that I'll lose anyway. I lie awake wondering still. Have you ever wondered?

The vines grow deep, entwining me. It's made its place, now haunting me. I tried to turn, we've crossed the line. And now it's just a steady decline... It leaves stains, as it drains the life. It seeps pain, as it cuts like a knife. I tried to dodge, we've gone too fast. Never thought I'd come to last... For the sweetness, it doesnt stay. On my wretched soul, does it prey. I tried to leap, we've lost the game. It dawned on me, I was to blame...

A little something something for my big bad tigeresque kitten. A ginger fuzz Dozing in my space A wet nose Pushin against my face A shrill miaow Demanding to be fed A rough lick As a thanks instead A row of teeth Yawning with 'grace' My ball of fur I could never replace