like old times

today i went out to town with my new housemate, vuina, to get some groceries. her friend's coming from nottingham so she wants to cook dinner. tunjuk terror in the kitchen la tu. huhu. i went with her coz i needed some toiletries anyway.

then waddya know?

theres a SALE everywhere!

that was an exaggeration obviously. but somehow, on the day i decided to go to town (after about 3 weeks of not stepping foot there), dorothy perkins and jane norman were having a sale with 20% off everything, JUST for that ONE day.

oh em gee. it was temptation temptation everywhere. like a druggie out of rehab given his first whiff of coke.

err.. okay that was a bad analogy. harhar.

but seriously, the 2 brands are the vey few shops that stock clothes in my petite size perfectly, so helloo~ ya think i let this big fat chance go by?

i didnt buy the whole shop la. i shopped rationally.. at least i think so.

i got wide leg jeans from DP. finally! after searching high and low for the perfect cut, wash and length! and there it was just ampai2x there. and i wasnt even looking for jeans. just shows that things come to you when u dont look for them.

apakan.

of course the jeans aren't perfect; i still need to crop off about an inch but they were a bargain and me and jeans.. kalau muat, bali saja!

payah mencari jeans damit anie nyamu.

jane norman was very frustating tho. all these clothes, very pretty.. but i didnt find anything i really liked. i found a couple of pants.. but none my size. im glad i didnt buy anything, come to think of it. i do remember thinking i NEED to buy something because everything was 20% off. but i didnt. nyahah! see how the shopaholic in me has been sedated by rigorous exercising and iron pumping? i can so0o refuse a shopping spree when theres nothing i really want.

i got a gorgeous ring tho. from accessorize. very vintage-y looking, very chic. but in my defense, i can wear it as a tudong clip as well (coz the rock is HUUGE), so there. two things for the price of one.

oh em gee im still so high and euphoric from the shopping. its been a loong time since i've felt like this. tee hee. good things do come to those who wait. havent been shopping in aaages and bam! i find jeans and a ring.

last but not least, the walk to town and carrying the groceries back justifies as cardio and weights for me. so the day has been amazing, alhamdulillah!

much love,
be'ah xoxo

stuck in the middle

all semangat to up my exercise routine over the weekend, i woke up uber early, got dressed whilst all the way singing, ready for a morning jog.

decided to leave my keys and phone because having a phone bounce against my derriere and hearing keys jingling just spoils a good jog for me.

my house has 2 front doors that sandwich a tiny 0.5x3 space, where the washing machine and dryer is. the 2nd door (first door from the outside) is usually left unlocked because its convenient for when parcels arrive and none of us are home.

so.. out i went into the miniscule space, shutting the door behind me firmly. i remember checking the dryer and making a mental note of taking my stuff out after my jog. turned to the second door and.. its locked.

i dont have my keys with me to unlock either door. i dont have my phone to call any of my hsemates to open the door for me. it was uber early and had i waited, i wud've stayed for AT LEAST a good hour.

surprisingly i didnt panic. maybe because i was going out for a jog. just wanting to exercise makes me so.. chill.

also, illah's room was the closest and i know she's a light sleeper in the mornings. she's my partner in waking up at 7 or 8.

so i sharply rapped the (first from inside the house) door, and for good measure, jangled the metal flap where the posts come in.

less than a minute and out came illah wearing her rudolph pyjamas looking sleepy-eyed and very blur, wondering why the hell am i there. apparently i literally woked her up, so she wasnt really registering why i was there because for one thing, she did not laugh at my predicament. she just silently gave me the house keys to unlock the door and out i went jogging.

after a quickie run (very short because it started to rain a bit), i got home and thats when illah laughed at me. she found it so amusing that she told everyone else in the house.

so now i knw, NEVER leave for a jog without house keys OR a phone. or at least, bring either thing if illah's not around. coz if i depended on the other housemates (who are heavy sleepers!!), i'd better put a book out on the washing machine for reading coz i'd definitly be stuck for awhile!

much love,
be'ah xoxo

lazy

i finally finished my 2,000 word essay on food!

nyahah! betchu didnt expect that sentence with a title like that.

my muscles have been lazy tho. working out the past 4days didnt give me the pain, exhaustion and most importantly the satisfaction of having put my body through a helluva exercise routine.

this means i gotta up my workout. and thinking about that makes me go 'uuuugggh' bekozzz it means looking for new moves that target the exact same muscles and putting it alll up together in a proper flowing routine.

i kid. im not that organised with my workouts.

but i still need to raise the bar a bit. i realise i dont find george and laura (my 1.5kg dumbbells) challenging anymore and fester and pheobe (the 2kg ones) dont do much either, except for maybe my triceps.

my room is starting to look like a gym with my exercise ball (nope, dont have a name for it), yoga mat and dumbbells. then maybe i think i'm too reliant on my equipments. maybe i need to go back to basics and work against gravity. like.. use my body as weights.

we'll see if im rajin to look up some moves for that. or maybe email rose and ask. i havent emailed her since coming back to the yuhkay. tsk.

speaking of equipments tho.. i've been wanting to get myself a polar watch. y'knw, those things on ur wrists that tell ur calorie intake, burn and ecetera. i think sarah had one dulu but i never appreciated it coz i was such an anti-bepaluh girl.

i think i'll get myself one... after i get my nikeid sports shoes. haha.

much love,
be'ah xoxo

(so much to bali... if only duit fall from langit. huhu.)

"once a fat kid, always a fat kid"

excerpt taken from people.com.

Kate Winslet struggled with her weight as a teenager – and the successful star and fashion icon says she still sometimes has doubts about her body.

"I never had a desire to be famous," Winslet, 33, says in a new Vanity Fair interview. "I was fat. I didn't know any fat famous actresses. I just did not see myself in that world at all, and I'm being very sincere. You know, once a fat kid, always a fat kid."

i can so0o0ooo relate to her! yea everyone says she looks fantastic but that self doubt always comes haunting back. it doesnt help that my brothers always say i'm fat.

okay i kid. i mean, my brothers do call me fat but im not bothered by that. they'd call kate moss fat if she was their sister. my point is that you never really get over tha fact that you're not fat anymore. which is why i always make such a big deal when i fit into size 6 jeans.

anyhooo... i've got about a week till my first essay is due. i have a couple more hours to go before i can start pumping iron (because i just have breakfast. having a full tummy while exercising is just a no-no for me).

but i've still got sore abs from thursday's workout.

i hate hate it when i dont cool-down proper. sometimes i just get too in the moment sweating it out that i just collapse on my yoga mat before any proper cool-down stretching. then the next morning getting out of bed can trigger pain in a muscle u never knew existed.

on the other hand... i love my toned arms! i can do the chaturangga perfect now! (at least, thats what i think, havent got a proper mirror to check my profile doing chaturangga).

much love,
be'ah xoxo

ugh.

change

change has cometh to ah-mey-ree-ka!

gobama! gobama! go! go! gobama!

heeeeeeeee.

anyhoo, i had a random thought today. i was sitting down, typing and all hunched when i had a sudden glance at my midriff. from the back of my head came the voice 'ugh annoying jua lamak anie eh. how many sit-ups do i need to do to get rid of it?!'

then i almost as random and sudden as the first thought, a second voice in me said

'helloooo? look who's talking. u used (still am) to be SO annoyed when ppl skinnier than u talk abt how berlemak and fat they are and you are now a size 6. remember, ur on the other side now'

'so? lamak is still lamak. its fat. plus im short. i need to lose the lamak!'

'get a grip girl. any smaller and u'd be anorexic.'

hmm.. never thought i'd actually (almost) describe myself as anorexic. of course im still FAAAAAAR from being one, but i think if i stick to this negativity abt fat, i will soon.

so0o0o0o....

the conclusion to this very random conversation between the 2 voices in my head is:

i'mma start loving my curves! i dont think its possible to have a washboard tummy with my diet and there is no wayy i'm changing that. i love food too much.

on the plus side, im starting to see toned arms again after the lapse of weight-training over ramadhan. hurray!

also another random note.........

i believe i have THE BEST, the most patient and most understandingest boyfriend EVER. actually, scratch that. i KNOW so.

jangan jeles~ =p

haha.

much love,
be'ah xoxo

p/s thanx again nav for cheering me up. amazing what a simple comment from a best friend can do. i love u!

tis' the season

to be sad, depressed and definitely UN-JOLLY.

the winter blues never fails to affect me. oh wait, last year nda. becoz i was coming home in december. this year? its coming full-on like in first year, because similar to first year, i have ABSOLUTELY no effin' plans for dec hols.

its 4 weeks with nothing to do but get all holed up and depressed in the house.

most of my hsemates with be gone for xmas hols. i dont reli mind tho. being alone while depressed and sad will at least prevent me from being unnecessarily rude to ppl. coz yea, i snap quite easily when i'm sad.

its also the time when i keep stuffing myself with all the goodness of warm food. portion control? out of the window~ and we've been getting regular supplies of krispy kreme from a certain person from southampton and all the donuts are not helping with the depression. mind you, im using the term depression loosely. im not clinical depressed. just.. homesick i guess.

thank god im not one of those ppl who cant be alone. i can fill my time quite nicely while alone.. sad as that may be to some of u. i can read, become a gymaholic once again and if i dont feel like cooking.. hey, no food.. no calorie intake. haha. sedih jua eh.

but yea, the trip to new york is postponed coz i cant find ppl to go with me. i wudnt midn going alone but im sure the parents and boyfren wotn be happy abt it. as will most ppl, of course. so my december holidays will be spent holed up in my room reading (might as well do some work), going to the gym (once i get the gym membership sorted out) and just watching dvds and the xmas programmes they have on tv. im a tv junkie so i dont reli mind watching anything. lol

anyway, enough with the depressing post. i just got back from london where i went to westfield! only the biggest shopping mall in uk everr.

much love,
be'ah xxxxxxxxxxx


i miss miss miss you so so much!

my mini 'holiday'

reading week is for.. reading.

so i've buried my nose in equity and european (which to be honest, i am slo0o0owwly starting to detest) and medical (fun, this one) and i havent touched anything on my wild module on food and i have an essay due for that in a couple of weeks time. yikes!

oh, i found out my new friend in food seminar (short for social politics of food) named mustafa is actually a muslim. i know the name kinda gave it away, but nowadays there're loads of ppl with muslim names who arent and muslims with names that arent. u get me?

anyhoo, its refreshing to come to class and be able to give salaam to someone.

i decided to take the day off from exercise today (or maybe do a light yoga routine once my breakfast sinks in in about.. oh, 3hrs time?) because my gluteus maximus and thighs and obliques hurt like keraazee. i tired out a new yoga routine ystrdy, some sort of hybrid that included dumbbells usage and man, my muscles everywhere hurted! mcm.. its beyond sakit that its hurted as oppose to just hurt.

no pain no gain so i say what doesnt kill me, makes me stronger. (in this case, literally if the pain on my arms are any indication =p)

i finally caught up with HSM3 ystrdy. first time i ever went to the odeon. yeap, im in my final year and only now i've been to the local cinema. and of all the movies that succeeded in making me go was one with zac efron. but i love chees-tastic movies and musicals. my only complaint is that sharpay didnt have a lot of numbers. banyak zefron and vadge singing sappy songs. and its a movie for kids, ppl!

sharpay's my fave character btw. shes so funny. and i love that she wears pink. illah had the nerve to say 'mcm c rabz tu' at the scene where sharpay came to school in her pink convertible wearing pink alligator boots... for the record, i do not wear that much pink.

oh, but i did wear pink ystrdy. coz it was pink hijab day, for breast cancer awareness. didnt see any other hijabis while out ystrdy tho so i didnt feel any sort of sisterhood feel.. oh well.

HSM3 still rocks.

speaking of cheese (coz the movie's cheesy?), i have to cut out cheese and chocolate from the diet for a bit because of recent migrane attacks. i still have the occasional chocolate drink plg.. hee (to compensate!). but as far as snacking goes, its zilch. which is such a shame because my housemates have been literally stuffing the fridge with all sorts of chocolate heavenly goodness to make even the most self-proclaimed chocoholic cry.

i didnt cry plg. coz i got me special k =p anyway, with the cheese and choc ban, i better be losing weight.

oh, a lil' something for ur viewing pleasure. friends from facebook have obviously seen this coz its my display picture.



this is yours truly in a dinky krispy kreme bag. i actually FIT IN A KRISPY KREME BAG THAT FITS A DOZEN BOXFUL OF GLAZED GOODNESS.

next project is to fit into the krispy kreme box itself.

i kid. haha.

much love,
be'ah the krispy kreme gal