Truth be told, the only thing I need to do right now is write a piece of entry that is fitting of this blog. I have these plus style photos my dear friend Michelle took of me last week and I so desperately want to upload them and wish everybody thank you for being so awesome, patient, supportive and nice to me these past weeks.
But I couldn’t. I don’t want to. I can’t. I’m not in that state of mind.
Today we bid adieu to Syawal, to the last day in the month of celebration in the Muslim calendar. And if you are in Malaysia, you probably be visiting a Raya open house or two, stuffing your stomach with the best of (free) local food. Or you could spend this fine Saturday like me – alone, mostly getting a couple of tasks for work done in between walking around the cities, cafe hopping from one coffee place to another.
This is lighthearted post compared to my previous ones. It has no specific objective but to allow me the space and time off from the research I’m currently doing. It’s straight forward – as the subject suggests. Now let’s quickly draft this out.
Dammit. What. To. Write!!!
I’ve been staring on this page longer than I should. I’m not talking hours, but almost two-fucking-weeks. I have the tab open on draft mode for days, hoping to craft at least a paragraph out but still couldn’t. And I’m struggling to commit to this because I have better options than to actually sit down at Starbucks or any one of those hipster coffee places I choose to get caffeinated at.
We never really get any encore.
You know, that chant for more — from a receptive, appreciative and passionate bunch of audience. Be it big or small, you know when the crowd’s happy, the quantity don’t matter.
Note: I’m going to be publishing some of the drafts I’ve kept in my Posts Dashboard, bit by bit. This is the first in series of my Plus Size Style #lateblog – collection of unpublished blog posts I’ve kept for almost a year. This post was first drafted around August 2014.
I was on the train to work when a corporate looking kakak in her mid-30s who stood next to me in the sardine-packed Kelana Jaya line coach asked a random question, “Pergi kelas ke?” (“Are you going to class?”)
It’s 1:05 am and I’d like to talk write about borrowed confidence.
Some of my biggest motivations in life usually come from others. When we have others who believe in us, who bring out the best in us and help bolster our confidence.
YouTube is life. And for this reason alone, I’m sharing with you my favourite YouTube videos I spent hours watching last night. This week’s theme? Mind blowing (and mostly-underrated) singing by some of my favorite female vocalists.
For someone who works in the digital scene, my failure to update and keep up with this blog is a shame. Yes, I can continuously come out with excuses to my lack of commitment to TFTPG — of the fact that I spent a lot of hours a week on work alone (and actually loving what I do) — but that is still a poor excuse.
To be honest, I’m just tired.
I was aiming for the lazy Sunday chic look which is pretty much… just another lazy Sunday chic look. I translated the whole idea into a loose-fitting style that is definitely a breather as compared to my usual fitted/skinny jeans look for my first breakfast session with the amazing Sarah Rostam.
It was a couple of years ago when I first came across Trendy Confessions‘ blog-shop and I couldn’t help but rejoiced over the idea of a Klang Valley-based independent plus size line, run by my fellow country-women, selling stylish plus size clothing for the underserved plus size ladies. At that moment, I find Trendy Confessions’ co-founders and sisters, Fong Jiar Yi and Fong Jiar Hwei a godsend to us and I still do, considering available shopping options for the stylish in us plus sizers are those UK brands selling sometimes poor quality clothing at high-street prices.
Yes, you… if you’re even there to read this possible piece of crap I’m about to write. Again, Nazirah and her drama, lame excuses and shitty dreams. Getting bored now, aren’t you?
I’m not gonna apologise for my sudden two-monthlong disappearance from blogging, like there was such thing as… well, blogging. Though deep inside I feel like explaining myself and still at the end of the day, I just choose not to.
Wishing y’all a Prosperous and Happy Chinese New Year. And oh, Happy Holiday too. Long weekend is all that we need too, no?
Your homie, Nazz.
Since I can’t seem to come out with a (slightly more) creative posting and I’m way too tired to be putting on proper thoughts on what I should be writing this time around (oh well, it’s already 1:30 am in the morning – I’m tired, sleepy and have to wake up early later in the morning), let’s do the 5 pointers-posting ala Chedet:
I’m gonna begin with a rambling of sort. A story, quick one.
A friend asked me if I’m ever concern about the look on my resume with me jumping around jobs from one to another in less than a year – particularly in 2013, with two new jobs in the same year – trying to figure out what I actually wanna do in life.
For once I choose not to answer. She has a point, no doubt. Disloyalty is the one thing those peeps over at HR particularly hate, no matter how good you think you are. And 2013 saw me at my lowest, career-wise, and those couple of facts could shatter my opportunity in future and why shouldn’t I be afraid, no?