The last time I wore a bootcut jeans was 2013, I think. Before the rise of skinnies, bootcut was my staple type of jeans. Well, it was either the boot cuts or the boyfriend jeans – not straight, nu-uh… never the straight cuts (though I’m guilty of owning a couple of ’em).
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.
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.
All I wanted to do was to be honest, so I told him that I can’t never be that girl he expected me to be. I can’t be that girl whose idea of ultimate happiness is marriage and a five figure salary. Yes, I seek love but institutional love doesn’t necessarily will make me happy. At least not yet. I can’t never be that girl who pleases conventional expectations of society. That baby, will never be me and I choose to be me. So I (wo)man up and say, I’m setting my priorities straight.
Passion before anything. Passion before everything.
“We ain’t picture perfect but we worth the picture still” – J.Cole
I love hip hop and in the wake of all these – bullies, insults, fat girls speaking up, and err… face-reading ;p , here’s one of my favorite songs from one of the best young rapper out there. His flows are solid, he’s super fine, too handsome to resist and his words have substance – it’s the one and only J. Cole. This song is called “Crooked Smile” – a song about imperfections and how we all can still be a star. Taken from his critically-acclaimed sophomore record Born Sinner (Roc Nation/Columbia), featuring the legendary TLC (with remaining members T-Boz and Chili), I hope this would make your day.
For the words, click here.