d pox jump over d lazy dox…fox u

how’s everybody?

I’m afraid i’ve fallen off the ‘get fit – lose weight’ bandwagon again. Although i’m not so sure. I’m actually very confused to whether i am still on or i’m off. That piece of chocolate i just had just made the gray area even grayer. It never used to be this difficult. I started my weight loss journey in January. Normally, the YOUNGER version of me wud be at least 5kgs lighter by now. I think i’ve only lost about 3 and I gained it all back last week when i caved into my pms slumber. it was so good though.

It could also be that I am just getting bored with Bikram. I mean.. it does get very routine and it’s not like there’s a personal trainer to guide you through the postures, so sometimes in class you’re more than welcome to cheat. when i feel like i don’t want to work hard i’d move all the way to the back of the class to tell my body to take it easy. Anyway, I haven’t given up on myself yet. I’ve hired a personal trainer to get me back on track.

other than that, i havent got much else going on. just struggling to stay away from chocolates and online shopping.

funny story. well it’s funny now. not so much when it happend (STORY OF MY LIFE BTW LOL)

so i was in search for the winter jacket or coat of my dreams. sometime in october last year i came across a fur gilet from Yves Salomon. it was everything that i ever wanted but i absolutely couldn’t afford the 800euros price tag so i told myself ill keep an eye out for it during the winter sales. which by the way, came and went and the next thing i knew the gilet was sold out (even wayyyy before the sale). so those who know me know that once i have my heart on something, i rarely give up easily. so i searched the web for the gilet like a lost family member and traced it to a UK based site who despite the winter sale were selling them for 900 POUNDS. So i told myself, again, ok la. nda papa. i’ll wait for the sales. Everyday after that i religiously followed the coat like a cult clicking on the website.. every frickin hour.

A few weeks later my heart skipped when i got an alert in my mail telling me that the price has dropped to 300 pounds. So naturally i ran to my wallet to get my credit card an attempted to make a purchase online……….which to my disheartenment did not go through because my bank thought it was a fraud site. when i finally managed to sort it out with my bank, the jacket was SOLD OUT. AGAIN. i was like ok lah i said to myself ‘maybe it’s not meant to be……’ but at the same time didn’t waste ANY time making another search for the item – which led me back to the original site that i originally had seen it on……. and to my surprise it was back in stock and was still going for 800euros. So ok after quickly playing out the justifications in my head:

1. because its winter.
2. inshallah ill be here for at least 2 more winters.
3. it’s a statement/classic piece.
4.it’s fucking yves salomon

i bought it!

2 days later it arrived on my desk.

My colleague happened to barge in to my room as i was opening my package and he asked me what it was.. and i was like..dengan BANGGANYA.. ku BAGITAU ‘JEKET BULU BULUANZZZZZ, KELAAAAASSSSSS’. Skali ia tanya ‘ Bulu apa?’ …dengan bangganya ku lagi ckp ‘BULU RACOON SAMA PPPPPOXXXX (fox)’. the moment ‘fox’ escaped my lips.. i froze… my colleague went silent as if trying to process something. and suddenly, the same light bulb switched on over our heads… “Ji..” i said in a slow voice… “POX ani…bukan….kuyuk kah….. ”

my colleague, after thinking about it for awhile and what came out like a whisper replied, ‘aku pun baru teclick….awu…’

skalinya…. KIAMAT…

nda lah..haha Skalinya..teduduk ku sekajap menganangkan nasib ku. I have been eyeing the item since october..and in all those months i was waiting to get it i KNEW it was made of FOX FUR but for some reason.. it’s religious sensitivities never resonated. It was only when i opened the box in front of my colleague that i realise… yang pox ani is actually family of d dox. I’ve consulted several other people on the subject and they all had differing views.

Acknowledging the gray area that surrounds it, i decided to let it go 🙁 huhuhu. mcm imagine ku be gilet gilet fox..tapi pakai tudong. hahaha. i mean i may as well be carrying a pig for a backpack. sigh. when it’s not meant to be it’s not meant to be. 10 days later.. I got my refund..all of it.. thank god! and i’m just going to save the money for a rainy day. i think someone up there is trying to teach me a lesson not to splurge on nonsense.

tapi ada jua baiknya i didnt get it off that UK website cause otherwise i wouldnt be able to return it. baik jua i was prepared to pay full price. lol.

yves salomon tah ku lagi.. SALMON tia karang. hahahaha.

membali baju sajuk seri gala saja ku…..

hahahahaha seri gala…lagi tia..big dox.

tekanang tah ku kan nini girl ku masa kami cuti ke Brisbane. she was at Cotton On going through a pile of tshirts to get for my Bushu.. when she suddenly turned to one of my cousins and pointed to the word FOXY on a shirt.. and asked her ‘Lai, kan membalikan baju untuk bushu mu.. apa nya ni lai?.. FUCK YOU?’ bless her.

next on my list..

ani buleh. ani MINXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. 8000euro harganya dang…makaseh. no monies.

but in truth, i shouldnt want to wear real fur. But i dont understand the logic of paying the same amount for faux fur. Stella Mccartney does them in faux and i also know that the designer avoids using leather at all costs. tapi harganya mcm original materials.

baik kamu check sebelum membali.

ori inda ori one thing..tapi kalau ori tapi fox atu pun……………………………………………….dot dot dot.

i was talking to May when the subject of ‘dot dot dot’ came up..

‘Perempuan, Isteri dan …’ lol and May was saying, mau kan jadi controversial tapi JALANG/PELACUR atu pun takut2 kan menyabut. lol. hahahaha. kalau ku ngucapkan urang pun bisai tu..

kau ani ah sudah tah ‘Bida… Ulah mu lagi mcm … DOT DOT DOT’.

rofl.

pox dox dan dot dot dot.

k bye

Back to Bikram

I browsed my old posts for documentations of my first Bikram experience. It was on 19 November 2007.It was 8-ish years ago when i first tried out this variation of yoga – and loved it. Bikram is one of those things that you would either love or hate. And i happened to love it. The only reason why i stopped was because i came to the end of my studying years in Melbourne and had to go back to Brunei.

I picked it up again in the Winter of 2014 while i was working in New York. Disheartened (and FAT) that i wasn’t able to run in the cold i picked up my mat and signed up for 6 weeks of Bikram Yoga which was conveniently located a few blocks away from the United Nations. And just like that, i had fallen in love with it all over again. I was dating Bikram for a month and a half and went home to Brunei a slimmer, happier, new me – and then Brussels happened, Chocolate happened. Frites happened. Gaufre happened. SHIT happened.

The only Bikram yoga studio close to my workplace sucked. I recall mentioning it in my previous posts, instructors were shit and i simply gave up going. Anyway, by August of last year i found myself with a few spare tyres and absolutely nothing to wear 🙁 . Desperate, I turned to private Pilates lessons. Although it didn’t really help me with my weight loss, Pilates did inspired me to get back on track. I was eating well and exercising more. Before i knew it it was December..and in the harshness of winter, i felt the need to sweat so i told myself i’d give bikram yoga another go despite it’s short comings.

And boy, I’m glad i went to that class because it was absolutely the best thing that has happened to me since moving to Belgium.

As my luck would have it , the old studio was bought out by a new owner who converted the Bikram slum to a proper Bikram Yoga Studio, with actual certified yoga teachers! The new owner apparently lived and taught in Australia for a few years before moving back to Belgium.

Who would’ve thought an 11 y.o establishment would be revamped during my time in the country? I guess it was meant to be. I was meant to be a Bikram Yogi. lol. So now I try to go 4 times a week and I’ve been at it for almost six weeks now and i’m starting to feel alot better. To date, I’ve lost all the unnecessary weight i’ve packed in the last year (THANK GOD) but I have to lose at least 5kgs more reach my goal..

and my goal is to be Gigi Hadid………………NOT.

lol. I just want to fit into nice clothes again. i love clothes. But yeah if you’re anywhere near a Bikram Studio i recommend you to give it a go, the postures aren’t as intense as the other Yogas but you just need to get used to the heat. I love it because the heat reminds me of running in the tropics – sans coconut water. I also try to get 45 minutes of running on the treadmill a week and some light weights in my routine. Only because I want nice slim arms for summer.

Monday beckons. Time for Savasana.

Namaste.



dalam perjalanan ini,
mencari arti mengenali diri,
siapa kita sebenarnya,
tika dan waktu suatu suratan,
akhirnya ketemu…

akhirnya ketemu…

aku rindu.

a list of (no)things

In the last year, everytime i thought of a joke and there’s NOBODY around to share it with, I’ve made a habit of writing them down in my notepad. I reckon i’d be able to publish a book of jokes by the end of my posting..mcm.. knock knock? who’s there? NOBODY.

damn right it’s nobody.. nobody …nobody..but you. so sad 🙁

Living alone has its ups and downs. On one hand, you have nobody to share your lame jokes with. On the other..you can run around telanjang in your house and no one bloody cares you enjoy your space. I love my alone time. even more than i like fried chicken. i like it alot to the point of anti social. I love waking up to nothing to do.. and not knowing what to do. I like taking my time thinking about what to eat for lunch.. contemplating gym.. and what to watch next on Hulu. I love my The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills marathon. I like my uninterrupted hot showers.. and the mini facials i give myself every night before going to bed. I love making quick trips to the boucherie to buy my contrefillet and pieces of blanc de poulet..and running to the nearest deli when i run out of milk.. i love reading french signage out loud when i’m in the car…and cackle at myself when i know that i’m pronouncing it wrong.. i love filling up my car tank by myself..i love snacking on the best gaufres in the gaufre planet as i quietly stroll down the frozen isle in Carrefour..

i love when i randomly blog like this…

things are looking up. i’ve finally settled to this ‘new life –

almost a year later.

good things take time. it involves alot of patience.

gosh. so much shit to remember.

night.

Happy new year!

Fresh start with resolutions as fresh as eggs bought from Carrefour Express over the holidays. Not really fresh. I’m just trying to improve on previous resolutions and staying happy is one of them. I had a hard time figuring out how to achieve this. One could tell that I’m unhappy by my clothing size or the size of my cheeks – the unhappier i am the chubbier these cheeks get. I’m not just a stress eater..but I’m still trying to figure out this whole ‘being happy’ thing. I’ve conversed with some friends about it. Some suggest that it’s all about living in the moment. Macam wowwwwww… how pilipilisopicals.

Anyway,through these “conversations”, i have also made it a point to use the word ‘depressed’ carefully. The word is more technical than what meets the eye. I’ve been using it liberally, insensitive to those who are actually going through it. So now, instead of being ‘depressed’ I’m just going to be ‘sad’. Two different things. I wonder what people are thinking when I tell them I was ‘depressed’. They probably thought I was really petty once I start listing out my problems the size of a basic bitch.

I now realised that one of the contributing factors to this ‘pursuit of happiness’ is the ability to do what you love. For me, this involves being outside, running and staying fit, being around family and friends and my cats. So when I moved here and had these things temporarily ‘removed’ from my life, that’s when things started going down-hill. It took me a year to recognize that my life needed some improvising. So here is what i’m going to do this year – instead of:

Running outside, I’ll just run at the gym and do 90 minutes of Bikram Yoga – 5 times a week.

To keep me company – I’ll get a cat…hehe just kidding MOM.. I will try to travel more. I like being in my own company. Maybe I’ll like it even more when I’m in different environments where I can see, learn new things. Another option is to make new friends…………………………uh yeah i’ll think about it.

Spending on unnecessary things to fill a void, I need to save money. cause I know I’ll feel really good about this when it matters. I’m also trying to detach from material things. I know that It’s an unhealthy obsession mostly fueled by vanity and jealousy..*lowers voice* …..but maybe just after i strike off one more bag from my list. It’s going to be the last one. I promise. I cringed as i typed the last sentence, but I’m being honest.

Eating Junk. Fried and processed food mostly. I will eat healthy. When you eat well you feel good… when you look good you feel good and when you feel good you can love yourself just a little bit more (this can be my mantra).

These are my #2016G0ALS. Other than lifestyle modifications.. I would also like to see it that I am more grateful for what I have each year, more patience for whatever is it that is going to be thrown my way – i must remember NOT to sweat the small stuff and to be a little bit more kinder not just to others, but also to myself.

When everyday is your birthday.

so you think it’s going to be your year? lol. Step off beyotch, i was here first. lol.

What’s your New Year’s resolution?

kiss me.

Dilwale 2015

Brussels has been kind to me since i came back from my short trip to Brunei. So kind that along with the rest of the world they’ve decided to screen the much anticipated movie of 2015 – Starwa…. DILWALE. If i didn’t ask the office boy at work if he watched hindi films i wouldn’t have known that it was playing here and was thiiiis close to jumping on the next Eurotrain (in the style of Chennai Express) to London just to see it.

The movie was so good that i felt the need to write about it. In leading up to the movie I made sure i watched Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge. Which was apparently the movie that they claimed to be the beginning of SRK and Kajol’s on-screen romance. Unfortunately, DDLJ did nothing for me, but i’m cutting it some slack, it would’ve probably made a difference had i watched it when it first screened 15 years ago.

Anyway 15 years later, Dilwale came out promising a continuity to this chemistry and so much more and it freakin DELIVERED. It’s like discovering Hindi movies for the first time. Remember that time when Kuch Kuch Hota Hai came out? and the whole world celebrated? Exactly the same feeling. There’s just something about Bollywood movies that resonates within you and like a good book, i love getting lost in them.

DILWALE deserves a DIWALI of its own.

The locations it was filmed in also made all the difference. I am beginning to see how Europe is made for Hindustan!!! Its vast mountainous landscapes, lush flower fields, big blue skies are all meant for a remarkable bollywood affair 🙂

I’ve downloaded the OST off itunes and it’s been on repeat since Christmas. Adele? ha siapa Adele? Justin Bieber? Siapa tu? hehe.

If you have an opportunity to watch the movie go and watch it and celebrate Kajol and the undisputed King of Bollywood – Shah Rukh Khan!!!!

kiss me.

Will the real Syazwana please stand up?

I’ve been meaning to blog about this for a very long time.

So I am one of those people who got on to the gmail bandwagon when it first started and therefore was lucky enough to have my name as an email address. Just my name NO sk8er numbers, NO sharp underscores. It just simply says ‘syazwana’ on my email. And for as long as i can remember, I’ve always received emails coming from other ‘Syazwanas’ in the world…of Malaysia.

It first started off ‘innocently’ with registration confirmation for facebook accounts and I have deactivated and deleted at least 3 Syazwana accounts in the last couple of years. Then telephone bills from DIGI started coming in addressed to a WAN SYAZWANA. At one point, i was receiving work related emails from the Ministry of Health of Malaysia. Troubled by its sensitivities, I have tried emailing back to tell them that the gmail account does not correspond to the SYAZWANA that they are trying to reach.I also get numerous instagram and facebook alerts requesting for new passwords.. wtf kan?

Oh. i forgot to mention that i also have @Syazwana for my instagram account.

It’s the same on instagram. I get tagged alot on faces that doesn’t belong to me. Macam aiks..sejak bila ku memakai tudong planet?

So okay, faking emails for facebook accounts i can somewhat comprehend but i wonder what all these other Syazwanas are thinking when they give their telephone providers and work place the wrong email address? these are like actual institutions! and mind you, the emails i get usually contains REAL PERSONAL INFORMATION? KALAU KU JAHAT??? Kalau ku perompak? Kalau ku kan mau recruit orang jadi DOWNLINE ku?

Eh bodoh le awax ni banar,tak paham lah SAYE..

So why am i only raising the issue on my blog today?

BECAUSE I RECEIVED A FUCKING NEWSLETTER FROM…………..

BONIA.

I was going through my email when i saw BONIA. I was like eh? when did i sign up to fucking Bonia??? Mesti si WAN SYAZWANA atau Si NOR Syazwana membali bag baru ni. btw, ada year end sale 50% (PERATUS ok?)

Bonia isn’t the problem. It’s just that i hate having to second guess MYSELF. mcm… oh maybe i did signed up to Bonia? (in a parallel fucking universe). u know that LALI feeling when you think u did something but you’re not sure? It’s like when you’re on your way to the airport thinking that you’ve left something behind but you dont know apa? (sekalinya barus gigi..) Yes. That! and i absolutely hate it.

My email’s just THAT convenient kali. kalau ku bejumpa drg ani si wan syazwana si nor syazwana, ill sit them down and have them memorize their OWN email addresses…or ku suruh durang buat email durang sendiri dapan ku.. antah imagine ku kalau malaikat betanya durang dalam kubur ‘HOII MANUSIA APA EMAIL KAMU..’ … syazwana@gmail.com

annoying.

skali.. kana tanya lagi ‘TETAPKAN LALUAN KATA INSTAGRAM KAMU’ ..’forgot password – email to syazwana@gmail.com new password’.

AKU JUA KANA SOAL ULEH MALAIKAT TU.

banar tah kamu ani.

syazwana2yu@gmail.com

ok bye.

Kasi kambang up sikit.

Wah. Where did the year go? I spent at least 9 months ..no..not pregnant. but feeling sorry for myself. 9 months of pity-partying and now i’m slowly calming-down from its effects – a good thing. I am so grateful for being allowed to take 3 weeks leave from Europe which is all that i need to recuperate. The tropical sun and the warmth of family, Pepinot and Bane did help to bring back a little bit of colour to my face. I’m currently blogging from London, two euro train stops away from Brussels which i now call home. I start work Monday. I should promise myself at least 2 weeks of Bruniean vacation a year. I am now ready to face another year blood, sweat and tears. I’m approaching Brussels with a pair of fresh eyes and hopefully a stonger heart!

In Brunei, I ran, i ate, i laughed and i ‘Gegared Veganzad’ my time away, like Nassier Wahab’s face, i feel rejuvenated and young again. Like all the other times, i don’t really expect this feeling to last but i’m just going to have to live in the moment. u know lah, life! sometimes u upstey, sometime u downstey..thats why when u downstey it’s important for you to be around the right people.. just to make it a little bit easier for you to bounce back. I cannot wait till my next Bruneian holiday. uh. lama lagi plang. Tapi paling yang ku inda miss, paci paci yang penguratan di stadium atu. like PULEAZE. PULEAZE ok.

PULEAZE *emoji kuku cutex warna ping* buleh lagi kamu UP kan sikit game mengurat kamu atu? Mun muka yewww mcm muka nassier wahab kah Ramli M.S kah nda jua kenapauuu..ani mcm… ntah ah inda ME tau apa ME kan ckp.. tp SHADAP. I was cooling down after a run when a group of uncles walked towards me, i had my earphones on but my music was off when a paci went “Assalamualaikum…” when i didn’t reply and continued looking ahead he added “ee..pdntah nda menjawab, pakai earphone rupanya”. skali aku pusing aku ckp SHADAP.ok. i SHRIEKED. i said SHADAP.. in a shriek-y angered voice. skali durang ketawakan aku ucapkan aku perasan. oh. nasib jadi seorang perempuan. di jawab kana ucap gatal, inda di jawab kana ucap tuli, di lawan kana ucap perasan. lol. i knew i shudnt have reacted the way i did, but it came almost like a reflex. Was more of a misplace displace anger kinda situation kali. 3 months ago, in brussels, i was sexually harassed at the park on my first day back of running. skali sampai ani lah kali trauma, i just hate the fact that a girl can’t run in peace. if a girl has been sexually harassed di Brunei people would be quick to judge them by their clothing and behaviour…what is disappointing the same judgement would also be passed by women.bukan apa tani sebagai perempuan mesti jua menyokong perempuan lain. dimana saja..sama ada di rumah, di tampat keraja..di stadium..atau dimana jua berada. makasehhh. tapi puas plang atiku ku teraisi paci atu..hwahwahwa..krg ani nda lagi main besalam paci..main SWIPE RIGHT. wooo.

masak sudah ku laki2 mengambang ani.. hahaha.. ada lagi ariatu kami di Kadai Komunis… inda jua ‘ariatu’ lah’ time nya bejual dvd cetak rompak masih. An uncle went up to the sales girl and dangan senyaring nyaring suaranya betanyakan kalau ada “DVD STEVEN SEAGAL BARU” when the sales girl asked “AH APA?” kuat lagi ia menjawab “STEVEN SEAGAL BAH. STEVEN SEAGAL. YANG BARU!” lolllzzzzzz mcm lagi kuat ya ckp steven seagal atu mikin basar muscle di dada nya. mikin nyaring, mikin SADO hahahahahaha. mun aku sales girl atu ku tawakan kali eh.. PACI.. STEVEN SEAGAL BARU PACI?????????????????????????? banyak injek steroid kali kita ani paci… sadar kita kah ani taun 2015…SS nda lagi pemes……….. pemes lagi Nassier Wahab.

kdg2 cali2 the characters that u bump into.. i was with Elush on a roadtrip to Nafi for the first time. Somehow we made the wrong turn and drove into British Garrison ..when we asked the abang security for the directions to Nafi..he told us in what we think was his most sweetest sing-a-song voice.. ‘YOU keluar sini..kanan, skali YOU nampak BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM…skali kiri’. We quickly thanked him and made our way….. MCM KAMI TAU SAJA APA BAM ANI KAN? BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM. mmm..banai ta tewww..

HUMP tu dearrr..bukan BAM..

sukatinya…
bam bam bam bam bam…

mmm..BAMai ta tew.

ok. pukul 9 sudah.

tidur.

kiss me.