I S L A M I C F A S H I O N I S I N .
If my hijab-wearing photos don't tell you, I'm a Muslim. Shocking. And if you have read this blog for sometime, you might notice that I have evolved into somewhat of a fashion being. Shocking times two.
No longer am I wearing converse with graphics tees and Converse. Somehow, through this blog, I started wearing white shawls and heels. A dramatic transformation produced by the growing awareness of fashion industry.
The fashion industry in Brunei gained a resurgence. Particularly in the last year when people have become more style-conscious. Fashion will never go out of style. This trend required a unity.
Hence, Brunei Islamic Fashion Week (BIFASH) happened.
No longer am I wearing converse with graphics tees and Converse. Somehow, through this blog, I started wearing white shawls and heels. A dramatic transformation produced by the growing awareness of fashion industry.
The fashion industry in Brunei gained a resurgence. Particularly in the last year when people have become more style-conscious. Fashion will never go out of style. This trend required a unity.
Hence, Brunei Islamic Fashion Week (BIFASH) happened.
A grand Venetian in love with art, and passion and wonder. Instead, I am Bruneian in love with the illusions of Venice. Though we may have the Venice of The East in our Water Village, I yearn Venice herself.
Sammy Dress* has helped me achieve that dream. To an extent. With this glorious skirt, it inspired me to fashion an outfit based on Venice. The skirt is perfect. Sammy Dress itself?
Well...
Sammy Dress* has helped me achieve that dream. To an extent. With this glorious skirt, it inspired me to fashion an outfit based on Venice. The skirt is perfect. Sammy Dress itself?
Well...
A M I C O O L ?
Despite my depressing disposition on life saying otherwise, I like to think I am. I have my own kind of cool that I assure myself no one else has. My identity is unique like everyone else. So in a way, I'm cool. Cooler than anyone else while synchronously being the un-coolest one.
I've come to accept that. I won't be like everyone else nor will everyone else be like me.
So why don't I feel so cool?
M Y P R E D I C T I O N S W E R E C O R R E C T
February was exhausting.
Even more so than January. With universities, and work and events piling up, I rarely had time to blog unfortunately. It's only now, at the end of February do I have the time to sit and write.
So here are some highlights from my February.
W E H I D F R O M B U L L E T S U N D E R D I S C O B A L L S
Play that funky music. And pray we survive the night. Dance under strobe lights before we drop. After our hearts beat to the rhythm. Beating itself from iron casings that shatter ribs. Hold these cassettes close to our chests, needing KISS to survive. Listening to vinyls muted children's cry.
Don't leave me this way, in a crowded room full of strangers. It's silent on the dance floor. Deafening music hide clattering guns cocking. The song plays well and we all fall.
I will survive. They won't.
Don't leave me this way, in a crowded room full of strangers. It's silent on the dance floor. Deafening music hide clattering guns cocking. The song plays well and we all fall.
I will survive. They won't.
H E L L O T O K Y O
Part 2 of this Travel With Me: Japan Edition.
I spent my December in Japan, spending the first half in Yokohama and the second half in Tokyo. Tokyo is distinct, unlike any city I've visited. A melting pot of both tech and culture. Japanese characters up on billboards, bold and cute to behold.
So why not film it?
I spent my December in Japan, spending the first half in Yokohama and the second half in Tokyo. Tokyo is distinct, unlike any city I've visited. A melting pot of both tech and culture. Japanese characters up on billboards, bold and cute to behold.
So why not film it?
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