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Y O U W E R E M A D E O F M E T A L
An ingot of a man.You rise from rooftops and build bridges from scrap. A hero to us all but only for me. My invulnerable man. You claimed to have saved me. From the clanging creatures in cities you created. So you abandoned me amongst these desolate trees and forsaken leaves.
"It will be okay." Your cold whispers shivered my skin. I leaned against your malleable touch, painted gold by the sun but copper in my eyes. Your obsidian stare held mine. So you can say, "I will always be here."
But then you turned to rust. For your iron-clad heart and brass knuckles, corroded against my saline tears.
They told us to wear all black. Who was I to deny this righteous request?
Black is such a happy colour. A phrase used often amongst us, shadow lovers. I enjoy black, and wear it as often as I can. Furthermore, I try to wear this bowler hat as much as I can. Afterall, it makes me feel like a cool cat. Or Black Cat.
Hence the title of this post.
On Wednesdays, we wear pink. Or nude-pink. Whatever looks nice.
Alternative Title: If Wednesday Addams was a Plastic.
It won’t ever happen. Perhaps in some alternate dimension I'd like to pretend. But we all know she would still be a homicidal maniac. She’d eat Regina George alive and skin the Plastics. That is a crossover I’d kill see.
I don't wear a lot of accessories. Usually, it's just my wristwatch and perhaps a necklace if I'm feeling fancy. As the year goes on, I found myself looking into more accessories to pair with my clothes. The curse of becoming a fashion victim. Finding excuses to buy pretty products.
Though, I wanted classic and elegant designs. Nothing bold or extravagant, but timeless pieces were hard to find. That's where Eve and Rosie* comes in.
From rings to bracelets to necklaces, they have such a great selection for girls like me. Broke but still finding ways to look cute. Based in Brunei, they were so kind to send some gorgeous pieces to review.
Tell me. Why is it so hard to style shredded boyfriend jeans?
I spent the bulk of last night with piles of shirts on my bed. My mind organizing this beautiful mess, wondering how to look effortlessly decent. Despite endless scrolling through Pinterest, I found nothing. Boyfriend jeans are tricky. The only baggy jeans I have, and ripped as well.
Three hours passed and I gave up. I tossed the shirts on my already messy floor, and fell into deep, dead slumber. Shredded Boyfriend Jeans are a beast I cannot defeat.
Wrath is a powerful tool for destruction. I'll let you bubble and boil. Under the surface of your skin. In the hot breath of your lips. Over the dense judgement of your mind. I'll let you hold your shrieks and screams. The animosity between you and I, it can't be contained.
I'll be there. When hate builds up and that is all you feel. When you look at pretty faces and their pretty lies. When you see beautiful bigots and their bias. When you feel, I'll be there. I am Anger. The anger in you. I will make you suffer. I will make you scream. I will drive you insane.
I am a powerful tool for destruction.
The tragically beautiful sister of the beautifully tragic girl.
Oh sweet Nessarose. She looks up to those beneath her. She wishes to walk but can only crawl. Her dresses so crisp, and eyes so bright. Stuck in her black and white and red world. In love with a man made of tin with no heart to give. Alone and loveless here, that poor little Nessarose.
That Nessarose - she brought the house down.
Not that kind of Birthday Suit.
A few weeks ago, My family had a collective birthday party. I mentioned in My Letters to my siblings that we're all born in August. Not only that, my grandmothers and a handful of cousins are born in August. So we celebrated everyone's birthday in just one day! The Sunday before exams to be exact.
Champagnes would be popping but I don't drink nor am I eighteen yet.
Cuff me. I have conformed to society.
My friends will tell you I dislike Zalora. That's not true, I just have a mild disinterest.Their geurilla marketing last year had irked me so I avoided it, having no opinion. However, many of my friends swear by it. Their constant praise intrigued me.
What can I say? I got curious.
Remnants of a past, lost in memory. Perhaps that is all you will ever be. A hazy thought, that I will look on longingly but eventually forget. I will forget the secrets behind your facade, the laughter filling your space, the times I called you home.
I might see you again, or what remains of you. My eyes will turn away. A glance is all it takes to realize how much you have changed. I might visit you, nostalgic for all we have seen and all that we have known. It won't be the same though. We will be different, and I will forget you.
All you will be is a remnant of what was once mine.
Happy Eid Al-Fitr everyone!
Or as I would usually say it, Selamat Hari Raya!
A celebration for the end of Ramadhan, where we dress up, visit houses and celebrate. It's such a great time, and many cultures celebrate it differently. In Brunei, we dress up in traditional garb, Baju Kurung but now, it's more like Baju Fesyen. It's unique and culture-bound, that some may be unaware of.
So here are my three outfits for three days of Eid!
I bought a new camera recently.
I received my honorarium a few days ago, then spent it all on this gorgeous camera. A Fujifilm X-T10 in Silver that looks like it came from an antique shop. It is a huge investment that my wallet hates. I could spend ages praising it, but that is another post for another time.
After a few days of toggling and tweaking, figuring out the basics, I decided to bring it out and take a few photos around the town. By a few photos, I mean mostly of my outfit.
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