"Video Everyday in August."
Easy, right?
I hope so or else, I am definitely overextending myself this month. Because I'm going to try to film a video everyday in August. Easier said than done. Pushing out ideas monthly is hard enough for one person.
So I need your help.
So I need your help.
scarf : Verona Collection | earrings : Phoebe Davey Designs
lipstick : MAC Lipstick in Taupe | shirt : H&M
My favourite creators have done VEDA of sorts, once a year. Because imitation is the best form of flattery, I decided to do it as well. I waited until August, it seemed like the most appropriate time. Summer break, a few events to blog, and perhaps when I feel the most creative.
I will be posting Monday through Friday, every weekday rather than everyday for my own sanity. I will stick blog every Monday and Thursday. VEDA is a way for me to express through videography, and explore other creatives.
Though, I don't think I can do this all by myself.
I will be posting Monday through Friday, every weekday rather than everyday for my own sanity. I will stick blog every Monday and Thursday. VEDA is a way for me to express through videography, and explore other creatives.
Though, I don't think I can do this all by myself.
This is where you come in.
Please leave your video ideas, and questions down below! I will film a video as answer, and hopefully, we can start a conversation. I was so happy to see the response from Monolingual Malay, and want to see more like it.
I'm excited! Are you?
Leave your video ideas & questions down below!
with love,
"Thank you.
Thank you for making me see stars when I only saw the darkness."
Will Darbyshire, This Modern Love.
The book carried me through an emotional process. This Modern Love reminds me that today's form of love is no worse nor better than love of the past. Love is love is love. Regardless of time and place.
This modern love is still love, and it is beautiful.
glasses : SpecSavers | shawl : Adlina Anis
top : TopShop | dress : (thrifted)
boots : (similar)
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So, what do you think of this modern love?
Thank you for making me see stars when I only saw the darkness."
Will Darbyshire, This Modern Love.
I finished This Modern Love by Will Darbyshire in less than 24 hours.
It is a quick read. A collection of letters around the world, from people at the beginning, middle and end of love. Crushes, romance and heartbreak. A cycle everyone can relate. Some more than others. Love is, perhaps our most primal emotion.
As I stared blankly at the last page, I thought about love in this modern age. My first love, to be specific, and its cycle. The early infatuation when I saw him on stage, the years spent together, and the eventual heartbreak.
Sometimes I have to remind myself. I was in love once.
There was a boy, two years older but acted much younger. Childish but charming. I never thought we would grow old together, but we lasted through college.
I saw his face through my computer screen every Thursday night, laughing into the early hours. He texted me in the morning before school, and I answered back by lunchtime. We sent silly selfies back and forth. With every message received, my heart jumped.
I knew, to my core, this was love.
Modern technology had helped our relationship. When it ended, modern technology hindered our heartache.
I saw his face on Instagram every other week, grimacing as I scrolled past. I wrote passive-aggressive tweets in 140 characters, and he 'liked' them the next day. We messaged in the same group chat, never to each other. With every notification lit in green, my heart dropped.
This love was gone, and modern technology reminded me.
I knew, to my core, this was love.
Modern technology had helped our relationship. When it ended, modern technology hindered our heartache.
I saw his face on Instagram every other week, grimacing as I scrolled past. I wrote passive-aggressive tweets in 140 characters, and he 'liked' them the next day. We messaged in the same group chat, never to each other. With every notification lit in green, my heart dropped.
This love was gone, and modern technology reminded me.
In many ways, this modern age hasn't changed love. Love evolved with us.
We are the paradoxical generation. More cynical about romance but still searching for our soulmates. Assured there will be The One, someone for us, anyone. With technology, it becomes easier to find them, connect with them, and stalk their social media profiles until you know exactly what they had for brunch in June 2013.
We are the paradoxical generation. More cynical about romance but still searching for our soulmates. Assured there will be The One, someone for us, anyone. With technology, it becomes easier to find them, connect with them, and stalk their social media profiles until you know exactly what they had for brunch in June 2013.
Yet the feelings remain the same.
The butterflies in your stomach still flutter.
Your lingering stares still hold passion.
Their 'I love you' still matters.
The book carried me through an emotional process. This Modern Love reminds me that today's form of love is no worse nor better than love of the past. Love is love is love. Regardless of time and place.
This modern love is still love, and it is beautiful.
glasses : SpecSavers | shawl : Adlina Anis
top : TopShop | dress : (thrifted)
boots : (similar)
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This Modern Love is available on Amazon.
Despite the title of this post, I wanted to recreate a 70s inspired outfit.
I wore this Topshop Flared Top during London Fashion Week, pairing it with a thrifted black swing dress. I noticed modest fashion bloggers wearing long sleeves tops over sleeveless dresses. Though hesitant at first, I conceded. Now, I can't stop wearing them.
To finish off, I wore Adlina Anis Chiffon Onesie in Dusty Rose. Though I'm not a fan of pink, the colour brought a sense of romance. One needed when writing about this modern love, both the book and concept.
Despite the title of this post, I wanted to recreate a 70s inspired outfit.
I wore this Topshop Flared Top during London Fashion Week, pairing it with a thrifted black swing dress. I noticed modest fashion bloggers wearing long sleeves tops over sleeveless dresses. Though hesitant at first, I conceded. Now, I can't stop wearing them.
To finish off, I wore Adlina Anis Chiffon Onesie in Dusty Rose. Though I'm not a fan of pink, the colour brought a sense of romance. One needed when writing about this modern love, both the book and concept.
So, what do you think of this modern love?
with love,
My niece, Adriana, came up to me one day.
She asked me if I was available on Tuesday, at 2 o'clock. I nodded and said yes. Her smile grew wider, eyes lighting. "Good, cause we're gonna film me doing your makeup."
Oh no.
She did much better than her uncle. That's for sure.
I hope Adriana enjoyed it. She claims she wants to be a Youtuber when she grows up. I thought this would dissuade her, but clearly, she is more set than ever. Oh well.
Would you let a kid do your makeup?
He's got his head stuck in the clouds.
Only he could make the void so beautiful.
I pressed my head against his shoulder, hand on his chest. His breath was steady, so I followed. He knew where he was, where he stayed, where we left. So distant from the world, far away from those on the ground. He cherished his place in the heavens, forgetting the forsaken.
I asked him to take my hand. He refused to come down. But I never asked him to leave, only to let me follow. He still refused.
That boy's got his head in the clouds. No one was ever going to bring him down.
That boy's got his head in the clouds. No one was ever going to bring him down.
He keeps a cigarette tucked between his lips, strikes a match and finally lights up. He absorbs himself in the poison. Inhales toxins, exhales burden. I watch him blow smoke, I see his shoulders relax, and I almost catch him smile. He only smirks, never smiles.
"I shouldn't have done that," he chuckles to himself. I agree. He still finishes the whole pack.
His thoughts are clouded by sour memories he thinks he's accepted and mistaken metaphors we can't quite comprehend. 'I'm an old soul,' he likes to say. I nod along. He's too young to know and I'm too young to care.
I know enough my place in his world is brief. I care enough to make it last.
I know enough my place in his world is brief. I care enough to make it last.
"You are so young, so beautiful, and you've got your own world waiting for you."
He tells me things I already know. Whispers wisdom in the dark under wrinkled sheets. There is a kindness in his voice, slow drawls so tender. Almost as if he makes sense. I say nothing. Instead, I close my eyes and listen to his sermon.
"I have nothing," he continues, "I like being alone, and I'm fine with that..." His speech wanders. He has so much to say yet no one listens. I try, but in his arms, words suffuse and fade. I drift off to sleep where I feel most free. He floats away, back to his sanctuary in the clouds.
When I wake up, he is gone.
Wafts of his cologne still fog the air. It leaves me dazed. I cling to the bedsheets, I pretend he's here and perhaps, I think, he'll reappear. Hours pass before I stand. In my misty state, I pull the curtains back. I smile.
Wafts of his cologne still fog the air. It leaves me dazed. I cling to the bedsheets, I pretend he's here and perhaps, I think, he'll reappear. Hours pass before I stand. In my misty state, I pull the curtains back. I smile.
There is a clear blue sky; sun shining and no clouds in sight.
end.
glasses : Ebay | shawl : ShawlByVSnow
blouse : Missguided | shirt : Primark | pants : CoveredbyAnnisa
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Time Optic Productions
Time Optic Productions
This is a work of fiction.
Obviously.
Head in His Clouds is in collaboration with Time Optic Productions. It was absolutely wonderful to work with them, having such a fun time filming this whole piece. In conjunction with this post, they made video here. Go check it out!
Obviously.
Head in His Clouds is in collaboration with Time Optic Productions. It was absolutely wonderful to work with them, having such a fun time filming this whole piece. In conjunction with this post, they made video here. Go check it out!
So, have you met a boy in the clouds?
I've been listening to Paramore too much.
I know this because I listened to their latest album while creating this look. Full of pop punk, their great beat and general aesthetic compelled me to put on makeup inspired by Paramore. This is the finished look.
Bold yellow eyeshadow and a red lip. And I love it.
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For the entire look, I used two shades from NYX Ultimate Shadows Palette in Brights. First off, I took NYX Eyeshadow Base as a primer.
I took the orange-yellow shade and bright yellow shade, the two from the lower right corner of the palette. I used the orange-yellow shade as a transition shade and the yellow shade on the lid. I applied TheBalm's Mary-Lou Manizer as an inner corner highlight. This created dept into a bold look.
As a final touch, I lined my waterline and applied HudaBeauty False Lashes in Samantha.
For highlight, I also used The Balm's Mary-Lou Manizer and for blush, I used Nars Blush in Orgasm. For contour, I took out my NYX Highlight & Contour Pan, taking the last two contour shades. For lips, I'm wearing NYX Liquid Suede Cream Lipstick in Kitten Heels.
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Now, you can show off your inner cool clown, or alternatively, represent Brunei in a makeup contest.
I would wear this look out, perhaps not now, but definitely soon. I wish to see bolder looks hitting the streets. Especially since its the Summer time. All thanks to Paramore.
I want to travel.
Of course I do, everyone wants to travel.
I am lucky enough to call Malaysia a second home, and study in United Kingdom for my young adult life. I visited Washington D.C and New York a few years before it was given to a mad man with small hands. I cried when I saw Disneyland fireworks in Tokyo, Japan.
I can call myself well-traveled yet I still want more. Since I will be abroad for the next few years, I've compiled a few European cities I want to visit. Perhaps as a promise to myself that one day, I will go.
Here are 5 European Cities to Visit!
"When in Rome, do as the romans do," I say as I whip out my sword and shield.
While I wanted to add Milan and Venice to this list, Rome holds a special place over them. Rome is full of rich history and culture in which I want to immerse myself. Walking through The Vatican Museum, visit the iconic Colosseum or wonder at the Pantheon. It would be an amazing trip.
2 . SANTORINI, GREECE
I feel like every blogger has to go to Santorini. As if it is a right of a passage.
Santorini may be one of the most beautiful cities ever, with its beautiful landscape and its even more beautiful architecture. Though I am not a sun or sea kind of girl, I would love to watch a sunset in Oia, have a swim at Vlychada Beach or hike by the Santorini Volcano. Also, aesthetically beautiful pictures, because obviously.
3 . PARIS, FRANCE
It is, after all, the City of Love. While I doubt I will actually visit the city with a lover, I am certain I will travel with a loved one. My father visited with his best friend, my mother traveled the city with her colleagues. I want to go with someone, anyone.
Watch the sky fall on top of the Eiffel Tower, eat ice-cream by the Arc de Triomphe, find skeletons in the Catacombs. Paris, I will go.
I wanted to visit Amsterdam in February, but London Fashion Week happened and drained me.
A few friends study there, and I intend to meet them, with the promise of visiting every museum. Their museums like Van Gogh Museum and Rijksmuseum holds the finest art pieces. Their canal cruises and cathedrals are also points of interest, on my hopefully-will-go-trip.
George Ezra's Budapest influenced me. I want to go to Budapest so badly.
When I think Budapest, I think of a modern-day royalty. A city of lights, paintings and goofy, poofy dresses. Perhaps it's the architecture; the castles and landmarks. To roam the Buda Castle or St. Stephen Basilica. It's a city with history, and beautiful to boot.
Photos courtesy of Pixabay
There are more cities I want to visit.
There is a list ever growing in my head. Each city I intend to tick off one day. For now, these are on the top of that list. Time to save my money and start traveling!
(We'll see...)
So where do you want to travel next?
I'm either going to be proud or regret this entirely.
I guess we'll have to see.
I recently got a comment by a girl from the 'Worst Malay Q&A' video. She stated Bruneians 'need to uphold English on a pedestal' and to 'enjoy being monolingual.' While I think she may have misinterpreted the video, the comment itself did raise some questions. At least to me.
Why did it affect me so much? Was it because its true? Or was it because I heard these statements all my life?
An overwhelming feeling to answer these questions arose. So I did.
"You're so whitewashed."
"Westernised."
"White girl."
It's strange to feel alienated by your own culture. I've felt alienated since I was a little girl, and I've accepted it since I was a little girl. A little girl shouldn't accept alienation, a little girl shouldn't be alienated in the first place.
"Westernised."
"White girl."
It's strange to feel alienated by your own culture. I've felt alienated since I was a little girl, and I've accepted it since I was a little girl. A little girl shouldn't accept alienation, a little girl shouldn't be alienated in the first place.
I do not speak Malay as eloquently as I wish I did. People laugh, and people joke, and I poke fun of myself for it. I see the irony and accept it, and perhaps, some don't. That's fine. What is not fine is excluding us because of the irony.
Regardless of language, I am still Malay. I was raised Malay, I identify as Malay. I am Malay.
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Do you think language is an important part of culture?
I made a video because it was easier to express it there.
It's a interesting topic I wish we would discuss more. Our thoughts on cultural identity and its significance to us. For me, cultural identity is knowing where I come from, and who I am. To others, it could be something entirely. Perhaps including language.
It has been a week of Eid and I am exhausted.
I went out for the past week. Dressed up to the nines and makeup slathered on my face. At the start, I put on my best lashes and lined my lips with precious. By the end, I wore glasses to hide the lack of concealer and foundation. So by Sunday night, I was exhausted but relieved.
So I switched on my camera and filmed a video. Here are Reasons Why I Love Eid.
So what are your favourite things about Eid?
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