L E T S M E E T U P F O R C O F F E E
A universal phrase to mean 'we'll say we will go to that new cafe together but never will.'
Bruneians have a mutual love for appetizing food and obsession with new endeavors. Not a criticism, just an observation. I notice whilst typing away at the fifth cafe-restaurant hybrid to open this year.
The new cafe filled with young adults, happy to discuss life over steaming plates. This is just one place out of many, people seem to visit. No longer is there just Coffee Bean or Starbucks. Brunei, as Brunei sees fit, make their own culture. It is the new Cafe Culture. Aptly titled.
Now chains of ever-growing and ever-popular places pop up to serve. But with that, continues the rise of pollution. Note the non-biodegradable plastics and foam littering the streets. Hence why I started using KeepCup*
I whispered to myself, stepping inside Greenhouse by Muir. A glass house flourishing in floral greens. My hand lifting the L'orient skirt, the other clutching my mother's arm. We climbed to the highest floor to the TudungPeople Hi-Tea Party.
"I shouldn't be here." I whispered to myself. But God knows, I wanted to be.
"I shouldn't be here." I whispered to myself. But God knows, I wanted to be.
W H Y D O Y O U W E A R S O M U C H M A K E U P ?
A question posed often.
Usually out of curiosity than malevolence. I answer jokingly with a half-hearted smile and benign laughter. 'People scream when they see me bare-faced,' or 'One thing leads to another and nothing ever stops.'
A person's descent into makeup madness begins slowly. Just a concealer and mascara before exploding into puffs of powdering smoke and smokey eyes. I decided to tell my beginnings through visual-audio form.
Ish.
W H A T A W O N D E R F U L M O N T H .
Full of wonder that is.
Unlike it's predecessor, wonderful for all the public achievements, May was quiet. Its wonder hidden beneath the little successes and sweet bliss. I rarely did anything social or blog-worthy, so aptly called. Instead of shoots, I slept. Instead of catching colleagues, I met old friends. Instead of taking photos, I stayed in the present. May was not exciting.
Boy, did I love it.
Here are my Five Things...
I F I W A S A D A Y ,
I W O U L D B E M O N D A Y .
No one enjoys Monday, much preferring Sunday's sweet laughs or Friday's wild temper. Monday begins her slow start with a third coffee. Monday is never a favourite, but that was never her purpose.
A reckless recluse struggling through. Eyes squinting beneath sunglasses from the scorching sun. It heats her morning cup. Tight grip in hand and tumbles through life. Monday wakes up grumpy and sleepy but carries on to move forward. For the rest of your days to feel joy, she will consume the woe.
Monday begins with you and stays with you to remind you. The problems you must stride through and perils you hide from. Monday prepares and helps in her own ways.
You'll leave Monday for better days, but Monday still remains. Always there for you.
M Y F I R S T Q & A
Y I K E S .
Y I K E S .
I recently hit 600 on bloglovin' and recently 6K on Instagram. As I said in my last Five Things, I will be hosting a Q&A. For these little successes, I make celebration posts. Writing personal tidbits and fun facts about me, no one wants to know.
This is different.
Instead of finding tags, I sought for questions by people on the internet. Directing questions you may want answered by me. Some general like blogging tips or personal like childhood memories. And the most popular question I've been asked.
What's my real name?
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