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).
My strategy to constant updating of the blog now is going to be simple: I’m going to continuously microblog, mostly from my phone and putting words together about my daily look or OOTD. I’m going to call this new blog content ‘Plus Style On-the-Go’ – sharing my plus size style taken and written while I’m, well… on-the-go. Expect short and simple posting (except for this one, obviously) of me being your fat hijabi.
Allah really listens to me. He cares for me. He’s there for me. Now at my lowest, He knows what I exactly need, more than I will ever know myself. And He sent me my two most important people in the world – my parents.
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 This is the first in series of my Plus Size Style #lateblog – collection of unpublished blog posts I’ve kept for almost a year.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.
Thaipusam holiday well spent with my friend the YB (read: Yang Best), Yong Yee. Awesome conversation, endless brainstorming, new ideas and heart to heart convo; while exploring good food across areas and culture; complete with an inspirational movie too (watched The Secret Life of Walter Mitty – so good!).