Living in and out of reality as I chase my dreams sky high.

Monday, 30 November 2015

~F I R S T L O V E~

We are dried up just like these flowers, and I think it's only now that I was able to understand that.
That's the thing about your first love. No matter how childish and insignificant, it was your first love and you cannot forget your first love. Their significance in your daily life might fade, but they don't ever completely disappear. I have so many questions I am yet to ask you but I think about it and I think about how 13 years have passed since we first met, and 8 since I last saw you. Everything is so trivial now isn't it? I'm miles apart from you, but I still can't forget you. You've given me too many fond memories to erase you completely but with those memories you also gave me a lot of pain. I always thought that some day no matter how far we would be, eventually we would find out way back together. After all, I believed in true love, and I believed for most of my life that you were my true love. I think the problem was that I wasn't yours, and maybe I was just an affectionate phase, a few lingering moments of lust but, for the most part, nothing. You probably forgot me, and I know I did you, but...there is always that but. Just when I thought you had become nothing to me, you showed up again. You've left so many footprints in my life that no matter how far I run, I cannot erase your steps but nor will I retract them. I fell in love with the boy that was you, but now you've become a man that I don't know, and now you mean nothing to me but that boy that was you was my first love, and maybe my only one, and I don't think I'll ever stop loving him, and maybe that's the curse we all live with. We never forget our first love, but I think the ability to love again is our greatest ability, and the capability of having so much love is treasurable. I'll always love you, but our pieces don't fit anymore, maybe they never did, and I think I only now accepted it.

Friday, 20 November 2015

My Crime

In India my crime was that I was born a Muslim.
In Singapore my crime was that I was Indian.
And in America my crime is all the above. 
You want me to apologize for crimes I did not commit, 
And you want me to apologize for the person I'm not. 
If I weren't any of the above would you still make me apologize?

Friday, 13 November 2015

Failure: You're looking at her.

Turning 20 was catastrophic in the long run. It was the early mid life crisis I never anticipated. I think the greatest thing I did and or could do in life was taken away from me instantly and that was the hardest thing to comprehend. I am a dreamer and that is the only thing I have to my name, but I woke up one morning where dreams were just black and fantasies extinct. I had no more goals and no more fight. Have you ever woken up not wanting to wake up? They called it depression, but I knew it was much more than that. I was broken because my ability to dream was taken away from me. I thought I couldn't continue, not with shattered dreams and a blank paper of no more goals. Life just couldn't go on. But I think that's the thing about life, it spring things on you, things you wouldn't have anticipated but then if you wait long enough light starts to shine from the most unexpected of places. I've learnt not to want end goals but to want small goals. I am happier today than I was yesterday, and hopefully, I will be happier tomorrow than today. From here on it's going to be an uphill climb hopefully, and that is all one can and should expect from life. I didn't believe in destiny nor these poems about fate. But I feel now that it may or may not be written; the universe has a funny way of conspiring against you for your betterment in the long run. Believe it or not, what you are meant to get you will, and if you don't then you have to keep fighting for it because fate messes up sometimes and you have to rewrite the universe and rearrange all its stars. But even then if you end up failing then know that you were only a failure when you stopped trying or what you were seeking wasn't worth it, because if you really wanted something then you would die trying. I believe in that, and maybe one day I will be the greatest failure and people from all around the world will know my name. In the end, I might not have achieved anything substantial in their eyes, but I would be the one with the last laugh because while the world gave up hope, I continued, and maybe that will be my greatest achievement. So here is to a new day, a new life, a new page, and a new goal with some old goals. Here is to never giving up, and always trying, after all, I am yet to be the greatest failure in life.

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

Growing up a girl: bleed free!

Growing up a girl the worst thing that could happen to you is getting your period without you knowing it. Having a period stain is the worst social embarrassment a girl or a woman can face. But why? Isn't getting your period just a regular part of a woman's menstrual cycle. For crying out loud without releasing an egg every month, we wouldn't get pregnant and give birth! It is such a normal thing, but this patriarchal society has made it something to feel ashamed off. We are expected to be null, yet sanitation for our basic necessity is shown as a luxury. How is something expected of us taxed as a luxury, but men's facial hair removal is seen as a necessity? When it comes to women we are expected to be presented a certain way in society yet our basic necessities luxuriate. When women protest for pads and tampons to be tax-free we have men telling us we are gross and that we don't see them shitting everywhere...honestly how on earth can someone even say that. Periods are not something we can control for crying out loud. We don't predict our period flow, we can't go to the toilet and release blood...ITS NOT THE SAME AS PEEING OR TAKING A SHIT!

 Honestly, these men need to get an attitude check. Instead of applauding women for the courage of standing up to the govt. in their stained clothes something that is associated so negatively they label women as dirty or unclean. It is not easy to walk around in a stained clothing, not only is it defying society, but also the struggle of being wet in your vagina with blood causes rashes and all sorts of infections. Also, most women can't even get out of bed on their periods so I applaud these women who protested against the govt. for tax-exempt tampons! Because if you feel dirty by our periods and expect us not to have stained clothes then why don't you stop taxing our necessities otherwise we will bleed free! 

Monday, 19 October 2015


How hard can it be?

Breathing is something we are naturally prone to do, yet sometimes its one of the hardest things to do. For awhile I forgot how to breathe, for awhile I forgot I even knew how to breathe. It was as if falling down so hard that the idea of getting up wasn't even an option. Pain and suffering is something we all go through but we go through with it in different measures and different ways, but it doesn't lessen our pain or our suffering. Just because you might have a roof over your head and food on your plate doesn't mean that you cannot have sadness in your life. The only thing it means really is that you have a privilege and a field of opportunities as compared to someone else, and maybe it might be a burden but if you look at it as hope then maybe you'll be living a much better life. I am very ill, and it has taken me a long time to recognize it but now to even accept it. Sometimes we are so involved with responsibilities, and routines that we are merely existing in this world, and existing is obligatory but living on the other hand is a choice. I was so unhappy because I couldn't find happiness in my existence, but now I am ready to find my choice in wanting to live.

Monday, 28 September 2015

Skipping stones: The little things that make life worthwhile.

There isn't a guidebook on how to live life, and if there is then I suggest you pick up that book and throw it out. Living life shouldn't be dictated by a set of rules, it should be the exact opposite. It should be lived on a whim, on a spontaneity because the destination never matters its always the journey, and if a few tequila shots help you put that into perspective then so be it.

I took a spontaneous walk and ended up finding little treasures, and found new people to celebrate. Someone told me today that life should be that, a celebration to laugh and smile without regret, and so I did, and I will.

Sunday, 13 September 2015

Purple Hair: Waking up from my Summer Daze!

Its never easy to accept change, and I think the fact that I went through so much change completely destabilized me. I was close to a lot of seniors last year all of who graduated and moved away, and also two of my closest friends aren't here either. I felt lonely and completely thrown off track. I chose not to accept it, and was stuck in a summer daze. The semester started whether I wanted it to or not, the suitcases needed to be unpacked and the walls needed decor. I was in denial for the longest time, I was slacking off and just completely zoned out of life, but life went on. That's the thing about life, minutes tick away whether you care or not, its up to you to make sure those minutes count.

I finally woke up from that summer daze and panicked because now I finally let reality sink in. 
I woke up today ready to finally catch up with the rest of the world.
I woke up today wanting to let my ins out and my outs in.

So I woke up finally ready to start my Junior Year, and I couldn't think a better way to start it with other than purple hair! I love the color purple, and I've always wanted purple hair, so why the hell not!

But first I had to go Blonde...

But Purple eventually caught on.

I feel pretty badass I'm not gonna lie!

Tuesday, 4 August 2015

Be Your Own Muse.

I want to start this post by thanking everyone who reached out to me after my last post. Truly and honestly I never thought that my words were going to reach as far as Ireland, or Uganda. The fact that people all over the world are reading my blog, and messaging me with such humbling words is an incredible feeling not only as a writer but also as a human.

From the countless messages I received from people I realized that all of us have one thing in common; we are looking for answers, we all invest in idols to whose words we can invest in, and hope for some guidance into figuring things out for ourselves. I for a really long time was lost, and I was looking for answers in all sorts of places. I was most afraid of the things I didn't understand, and that abjure feeling of being lost. I thought that my idols were my way out of this dark place, and that they would show me the way, but the truth is that we are all on our own journey. My role models could give me hope, and strength but in the end it all came down to me. They could not solve my problems, or answer my questions, that I had to do on my own. 

In order to find your voice you have to do exactly that find YOUR voice. You are an artist, and you can only create beauty the minute you start to realize that inspiration comes from within you. People can only support you and love you, but that's all pointless if you yourself cannot love yourself. I am in no way done with my journey, and I am still finding myself, but I am at a much better place than I was months ago, and the simple key to this confidence came from looking within. From all the questions I received from people, there is one simple solution I have for you:

I thought it would be fun if people took pictures of themselves and posted it on social media with the #BeYourOwnMuse

In a weird way I see it as an empowering thing to do for yourself, and assuring yourself and the world that you are the key, and you are your own light. :)

*Also I didn't know that this was already a hashtag before I wrote this post, it was only after I posted it, so I am not taking any credit for creating it, or saying that I was the first one to use this phrase.*

Saturday, 1 August 2015

"You are not as feminine as me"

According to the dictionary the definition of feminine means:
"Having qualities or appearance traditionally associated with women, especially delicacy, and prettiness"

Out of that definition take out the two major words DELICACY and PRETTINESS.

What does it mean to be feminine? Every mother tells their daughter that she is beautiful, mine did too. However, when she was upset with me or was unhappy with me she would mock my appearance and tell me how much of a man I was. I was always told that I wasn't as delicate as her, or that I didn't get her features but rather acquired more masculine features like my father. As a child I hated looking at myself in the mirror because I was made to feel apologetic about having received genes that we associate with masculinity. I had bushy eye brows, hairy hands and legs, and the most common thing I was called out for a broad body. It wasn't just my mother, but a lot of my relatives who would compare me to my mother and tell me how I was not as beautiful as her, or that I was the replica of my father and what a sad thing it was. One of the reasons I never visit or go to my relatives houses when I go to Mumbai is because I am constantly reminded how I am not as beautiful, delicate and feminine as my mother is. If not that they will allude to how I was such a beautiful baby, and how none of them had expected me to turn out to be this hideous creature, of course they put it a nicer way...but in the end that's what it meant. I often wondered if I was swapped in the hospital or if I eat something weird that made me look the way I did. I wish it stopped there, but it didn't. My mother's friends were like the mean girls at school they added to my bullies. They would compare me to her, and be shocked to think that I could be even related to someone as beautiful as her. I remember overhearing someone saying how it was impossible that the product of Yasmeen and Mujeeb concluded to THAT. Yes I was referred to as that, and my mother would be hurt and upset to hear things like that about her daughter, but instead of standing up for me she would try and change the way I dressed, or anything she thought she could control. When I chose not to listen, she would be upfront and tell me what her friends said to prove a point, so I would listen to her and try and be more lady like. It was tough because growing up I never played the part of what my parents daughter should have looked like, or what they expected me to look like. Even when we were jewelry shopping, everyone always pointed out how grubby my fingers were, or how big my neck was. From the age of 12 I was competing with my mother, and everyone called it out to be jealousy, and yes I was jealous of my mother. I was jealous of how young she looked, at the age of 16 I was jealous that 20 year old men were hitting on her. I was jealous that she was so confident and so comfortable in her own skin. She had no care in the world, and why should she have. She grew up being told how beautiful and feminine she was. I on the other hand grew up feeling guilty for not being feminine enough. Also let me make it clear these were all women bringing me down on the basis of appearance. My lack of feminine qualities was used as a weapon against me, and I always saw it as my weakness.

I remember someone once told my mother not to let me swim too much otherwise I would end up being flat chested, just another thing to add to my masculine features. This was at an age when all I cared about was being outdoors and playing sports. But yes women were already contemplating about how me being a tom boy would add to my boxy features. But to their dismay I developed big breasts, bigger than my mother, but even then I couldn't win. Now I was brought down for my breasts being too large, again bringing fact to how I wasn't delicate enough. So in the end I was never going to win.

Going away to college I thought I was far away from all of this, and that I would finally not have to be compared to or even put in the same category as my mother. However, I was wrong wrong wrong. I will never spend more than 20 minutes getting ready, heck even 20 minutes seems like a lifetime. I take 10 minutes to get ready, and you can ask any of my friends. I can't be bothered to paint my fact I don't even own nail polish. Maybe once a year I will go get a pedicure or a manicure because I can read a book and not waste my time doing something that I don't have the patience to do myself, and I wish I did because honestly I would love to have awesome looking nails, and truthfully if I do them myself they won't look good at all. I don't have very "delicate hands", another thing I was told as a child. However, the point is whether I chose to spend 10 minutes on my hair or whether I choose to spend 50 minutes on my hair that is my choice. It's got to do with my personality not my femininity. I don't know whether it was my insecurity or just my personality but I don't have the patience nor the interest in grooming myself. I can't spend hours and hours doing things to myself, I've never had that interest because I would rather be spending my time reading a book, watching a movie or just being lazy. I have zero patience and interest in myself, or bettering my looks. I simply don't care. There is no shame in wanting to spend hours in front of a mirror, everyone has to do what they feel comfortable doing, everybody has got to do them. All I never understood was why I got called out for doing me? I had friends and have friends who always call me out on not caring enough, and yes they have also used the word feminine against me. Up until a month ago I was still insecure and sensitive to the fact that my friends would tell me how I wasn't feminine enough. I would sit in bed and just want to have a slim slender figure, and be delicate like the way my mother was, and how many women were. I wanted delicate features, and a more lady like persona. I remember when I was 13 a friend of mine wanted to give me a makeover, she thought straightening my hair, painting my nails, and tweezing my eyebrows was going to make me prettier. She wanted to tame my look because that was what femininity was all about.

But here it is to all the females reading this blog. Women come in all shapes and sizes, but with also all sorts of features. Women are all individuals, and shouldn't be grouped or defined as a norm. We shouldn't restrict ourselves or others to the definition of what a woman is and or can be, because that is not feminism. We already live in a patriarchal society where we are told what we can and can't do, so why do we instead of supporting one an another chose to further create divides within ourselves and create standards of beauty and femininity?

I wrote this not as an attack on anyone but as an ode to myself, and my future self; to remind myself that I am beautiful and feminine. I am who I am, and I am what I am. I have thick eyebrows, broad shoulders, a thick nose, and a large neck. I have grubby hands or what some refer to as "man hands", and grubby feet, and not so delicate nails. I am what people say is "unlady like". Nothing about me is tamed, and honestly I would rather keep it that way, because I wasn't born to fit into the definition of femininity or be version 2.0 of my mother. Women who till this day question my femininity are threatened by my strengths. I am a woman even if doesn't fall into your definition of it, and I will no longer apologize for myself or my boldness. I use to feel insulted for not being called feminine, but now I take pride in my sharp and bold features.

Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Insecurities, Confidence & 3 am thoughts

I am the kind of person who goes red when someone compliments me, and or gives me any kind of compliment because I am very insecure about myself to a point where people find me annoying and I completely understand that. However, this Summer I've been so happy with myself and just about everything, and I've come to terms with not only my body image but also my looks and I've accepted myself for who I am, and learnt to love every inch of myself. I've never been so happy ever, and honestly I think its because I've stopped putting myself down, and letting what other people say get to me. I have my fair share of critics, but I feel like I have just risen (is that even a word) above all of it. Someone recently told me that "this Summer did you some real good", and I looked at myself in the mirror for about an hour to understand what he meant. I wasn't skinnier, nor did my face look a 100% clear. I looked the same physically, but there was something different. I am smiling so much more now then I have ever before, I am smiling and laughing and just glowing. I feel beautiful because I am happy, and maybe others are noticing that too. I've never felt more comfortable in my own skin ever, and I feel like all the negativity in my life has finally seeped (I think this is a word) itself out...
I've been living my life to the fullest, and I wish I blogged more often about it, and maybe that's the only thing I would want to change about my Summer. Other than that I am happy, and secure with myself. I think that this summer really has done me a whole load of good, and I am kind of upset that it has flied by so fast. I definitely don't want it to end!

In the end I leave you with an inspirational quote that has stuck with me throughout this Summer. 

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
-Marianne Williamson

I recently did this photo project about confidence, and I wrote that I felt confident in my lipstick, and my eyeliner. I use to need my eyeliner to go out in public. I wouldn't be able to go out in public without it, and it became an obsession, and a huge problem, but now I don't need it to feel confident or beautiful. My eyeliner and my lipstick have stopped being my mask, but instead have now become a fun accessory that I can have fun with to highlight my beauty rather than hide behind it! 

Thursday, 16 July 2015

Bici-Cocina: Colombian Street Food At Press Bay Alley

What is better than street food? Street Food on a bike! SAY WHAAAT?

I for one love street food, I've always grown up in places where street food has been big, and I kind of miss it here in Ithaca. However, the summers here are starting to surprise me with just how much goes on here. Among my summer discoveries I found a hidden gem in the corners of Press Bay Alley. Every Friday there is a Colombian Street Food stall set up here serving breakfast and lunch, and my god is it amazing!

Since it is made to order it takes up to 5-10 minutes depending on the line before you can get your hand on the food. While we were waiting for our orders to be prepared we took a stroll around Press Bay Alley, and ended up discovering quite a bit.

While Mike found a casual place for an afternoon nap. 

Nil found something close to home. 

But soon the adventures came to an end and the feast of the Arepas began!

I ordered a small Chimi Wow, but I recommend getting the large one because its so good and the small one just doesn't satisfy those taste buds, the small one is almost like a tease. Also for just $3 extra you get double the amount, and a better value for your money! 

Also I put a whole load of their home made hot sauce and it made the experience of the Arepas all the more better. That sauce is so good I wish they sold it separately, but unfortunately they don't! 

For dessert we stepped into Life's So Sweet Chocolates to get a milkshake.

This store smells amazing, and I always feel like I am in an animated movie like Alice in Wonderland when I step inside this store.

I can't remember what kind of milkshake I got but I think it was chocolate and I remember it being pretty darn amazing!

Besides the food, and all delicious food I really love the vibe at Press Bay Alley. Its so chill, and feels like it popped out of my tumblr feed and came to life.

Its places like this that give Ithaca its unique small town indie/hippie touch. I honestly love it, and I find myself coming here more than once a week just to relish in that hip small town vibe. 

Wednesday, 8 July 2015

Aren't you glad I didn't say Orange?

So not my favorite knock knock joke, but lets me honest oranges were never meant to be used in jokes, or rhymed with, but slice them open, and maybe even squeeze them, and you might have just unlocked the key to beating the summer heat! Something that everyone should probably invest in is one of those manual citrus juicers, especially when summer comes around the corner. There is something about freshly squeezed juice that I can't get enough of. Not only is it refreshing, but very cool way to to blow off some summer heat. I usually drink this after my morning jog because I am feel so hot and sweaty, and after a morning out in the sun this is a perfect little drink to cool me down.

What you need:
Manual Juicer

2 Oranges
1 Lime

Making the drink is real simple, you just squeeze the oranges and the lime, and then pour it into a glass filled with ice. 

This drink has the perfect balance between sweet and a little bit of zesty flavor which is added by the lime. Drink up because not only is it super duper refreshing, its also good for you, and all natural! 

Friday, 12 June 2015

Post-workout munches and chatters!

I am always starving after the gym but because I workout in the evening I try to eat healthy and light. During the summer time especially with the abundance of berries I take advantage of this fact and grab a handful of blackberries and pair it with a small piece of swiss cheese, and some peanuts. If I am out of fruit, or just want something more solid to munch into, I will have a slice of rye toast with a generous spread of cream cheese. I love these snacks because they are so easy to put together, and satisfy those cravings. Also with it raining almost every night here in Ithaca, a hot cup of green tea is refreshing. Although I am missing out on the hot pakoras and cutting chai during the monsoon season back home in Mumbai, I've created my own little alternative which is proving to be quite satisfying and all the more fulfilling just like this summer and my new found independence. Summer is slipping by, and I am trying to catch every little breath and live every moment. I guess its true what they say, time flies by when you're having fun. 

Monday, 8 June 2015

We aren't all Oscars and Filmfares, some of us are just dreamers lurking in the corners.

Some of us don't have that luxury to walk down that red carpet or live that Hollywood dream. Some of us are just dreamers lurking on corners hoping that maybe that spotlight will once shine on us, not so we can wear glamorous gowns and walk down the carpet, or to be the cover of ever magazine. Some of us just want that stage, that opportunity to show our talent, a stage where we too can compete. We hope and we pray that we get that chance, but we aren't even a step in that playing field, we are far from it, but we try and bridge that gap as best we can but we are fools for we don't see what they see. They call us the dreamers, the other nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine who didn't quite make it. Somehow they said luck wasn't on our side, yet here we are not giving up hope because that's who we are, we never give up. To every no we get, we keep knocking on doors for a yes. Every rejection we take it as another obstacle away to that final acceptance. We keep at it hoping because that's all we have. We keep at it because if we don't then who else will make up that nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine of us? We don't give up because our Oscar is waiting too, maybe its a little bit longer but when that yes finally comes, when that chance finally comes, we too will come out as shining stars, or so we think. Most of us die trying, and maybe that's the greatest we can ever do. So here is to all those dreamers out there, all those actors out there who make up that nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine, you might not be the one in a million, but you truly are one in a million. Your oscar is your dedication to your art, your oscar is you yourself the proof that you were here, and you tried and you did the best you could. Your Oscar is you! 

Sunday, 7 June 2015

A Quick Fix Burger!

Do you ever go to those really fancy burger places and spend like a fortune on a meal that you only end up eating half of, I know I do. Honestly a great Burger place is needed once in awhile but you also need an alternative or a quick fix on a night when you don't feel like leaving your place or spending to much money. 

I like to call this my quick fix burger because it takes me about 15 mins to make it, and less than that to munch it all down. Its easy, delicious and just what you need to cater to those late night cravings.

  • Burger Buns (or any kind of bread)
  • Onions
  • Serrano peppers 
  • Olive Oil
  • Egg
  • Cheese (any kind you prefer)
  • Burger Patty 

I like to use 100% Rye Bread for my burgers, if you can get burger buns that's awesome. Or any bread should really be fine. I usually make an open sandwich so I actually only use one slice of bread, but you should go ahead and use two if you're super hungry. 

I use yellow onions just because its best when it comes to caramelising, and isn't as strong of a flavor compared to the red one. I somewhat finely chop 1/3 of a medium onion.

With the garlic I usually just cut up either one small clove, or half of a large one.

When it comes to the Serrano pepper, I chop about half of it just because I like my food extra hot, and find this pepper not to be so hot. But everyone had a different heat tolerance so definitely use as much as you can tolerate, or maybe even for for a milder pepper.

If I am feeling ambitious I will make my own burger patty but for days when I am lazy I will just use a frozen patty, I chose to use a soy patty but any kind is find.

For the cheese I recommend either provolone, cheddar or swiss. I chose swiss because I didn't have cheddar or provolone.

Now lets make some food!

So just add 2 dabs on olive oil on a pan.

Then add in your chopped ingredients and let them simmer until they the onions are some what caramelised.

Next you want to melt your cheese on your slice of bread. You can microwave the cheese on the bread for 30 seconds, or you could just melt it in a pan.

Next you want to add the caramelised onions, pepper, and garlic. Then top it with your style of either scrambled egg, omelet or a sunny side up. If you want something runny the sunny side up is your thing to go to, I kind of prefer scrambling my eggs.

Next add a little bit of sirachi mayo, or any spread you prefer. 

Add on your cooked patty.

Then drizzle it with some sauce of choice, and add on a bit of salt, pepper, and some chili flakes. 

You can then add on your second piece of bread, or just eat it like an open sandwich, and wallah you have a quick fix burger!


Thursday, 7 May 2015

Recipe Diary: A Spontaneous Fried Rice!

One of the easiest things to make is Fried Rice, its so dam easy, and you can put pretty much anything in it. Traditional Fried Rice has fewer ingredients, and the main or often only vegetables are corn, peas and carrots. I like to add as many vegetables as I have available to me so I am very spontaneous with my ingredients. A friend of mine really wanted the recipe, so I for the first time noted exactly what I put in. I'm not that great when it comes to writing out the recipes, or explaining how I cooked something, but I thought I would give it a try. 


  • Soy Sauce
  • Olive Oil (Any oil is fine) 
  • Salt
  • Chili flakes
  • Thai peppers
  • Bell Peppers
  • 1 medium onion (Any kind)
  • Handful of cherry tomatoes
  • 2 radish
  • Handful Broccoli
  • Handful baby carrots
  • 3 Garlic Cloves
  • 3 Sweet mini bell peppers
  • 2 Thai Peppers
  • Tofu (I usually use 1/5 of what comes in the package)
  • 1 egg
  • Half a cup cooked Brown Rice (or any other rice is fine too)

Honestly this is the easiest recipe ever, and you can add whatever vegetables you want, I go with whatever I have. My staples are usually broccoli, spinach, carrots, onions and tomatoes.

The first thing you want to do is cook your rice, the brown rice usually takes up to 15-20 minutes to cook on low to medium heat, but you want to cook it for 2-3 minutes less because you don't want it fully cooked. Although you don't want to completely cook it, it shouldn't be raw or hard. The texture of it should be semi soft to hard. So basically if it takes you 20 minuted to cook rice, then only cook it for 15-17 mins.

Chop all your vegetables to your preferable size, something that can easily be swallowed. I cut up my cherry tomatoes into 4 halves.
I like to cut my carrots the long way, and try to get them to be as thin as possible.

    Then come the peppers, which I cut the same as the carrots.

Then I chop my garlic into small bits, but its still not quite finely chopped. 

I do the same with my Thai peppers. You can add as many as you like, I say the hotter the better, but some people don't like spicy food. So you can eliminate the Thai peppers completely. Its really your preference. 

Then I chop up my radish into small bits.

I always leave my onions to the last. A tip to avoid the tears is to soak the onion or onions in water.
I like to finely chop my onions, but I'm not too picky about it.


You want to put 1 and a half table spoons of Olive Oil in a medium pan. Make sure the pan was on the stove for a minute or so before you put the oil in. On a side note my oil is from Village Press, and is fused with lemons. It smells really amazing, and I just love using it for the fried rice because it gives all the vegetables and rice a nice tangy taste. 

In whatever oil you chose, you then want to saute your garlic in it for around 30 seconds. You don't want them to go brown just yet.

You then want to add in the onions.

And the Thai peppers, and just saute all of it for a minute or so.

You can then add in your vegetables, and cook them for around 4-5 minutes. It really doesn't take the vegetables that I put in a long time to cook.

Sprinkle a little bit of salt either before or after you put your rice in.

Crack your egg in. You can crack your egg either directly, or beat the egg first and then put it in. I was lazy so I just cracked it straight in.

Stir all the vegetables around.

Just add some soy-sauce and wallah you have a meal ready! I kind of forgot to take a picture of what it looked like once it was ready to eat, I was too excited

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