Hello lovelies.. If you followed me on instagram, you'd know that I talked about Toxic Positivity on my story. However, I was using Bahasa Indonesia there. For you who doesn't understand Bahasa Indonesia, you might be confused about what were I talking about there. So I want to write it down here in English.

Hello! It's been a while since I write something. I had some topic I wanted to talk about, but rather than reading, nowdays people prefer to listen to videos more. Sadly, I'm not good when I'm talking coz everything will jumble up inside my brain and I will start rambling instead of talking about what I wanted to say. But it came to a point where I miss writing. So here I am... Maybe I should write for myself instead.

So this is my self-quarantine day 62. How about you?

Quite a long time yeah? I believe you guys also do your self-quarantine properly. OK.. This post actually something that just popped up this morning... I never intended to write something these days, but a heartfelt voice note from my friend last night really touched my heart.

The backstory about this post is that voice note actually.

We're friends from high school, but we never been in the same class, but we know each other because we share the same circle of friends... But we are not that close. I think I never talk to her since we graduated from high school. Until several month ago, we start to keep in contact again, thanks to instagram. LOL.. I don't remember who starts, but I remember she was asking me to meet up. Just for 20 minutes is enough, she said.

To be honest, I'm not the type who like to hang-out with people I'm not close with. You can ask my friends, that I sometimes declined their offer to meet up.. But somehow, at that time my heart told me to meet her. And so we met up... Short story, after that meet up, we met up again several times, just to hang out and I think nothing out of it. So never in my mind, I would get such a heartfelt VN from her. I never thought that meeting up with her actually help her. All I did was meeting up with her and listen to her story.. Something I would do for my friends.

But thanks to her voice note, she made me remember that something small I do for others might be a big deal for them. It made me remember that I should keep doing it, whatever small or big; a kindness is a kindness. Don't think too much about what will I gain out of it, because sometimes, that little things I did can save someone.

Because I believe life is not about give and take; life is about giving. When you give, you also receive. When you take, you gain nothing.

And that's what I wanted to say for today. :)

Have a great day, and happy fasting for people who do..

Sincerely,

Anastasia

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Hello lovelies! Remember my poll in last post? I shared it in instagram story, and the most voted one is 'Life in Jakarta vs Life in Tokyo: Which One is Better?' so here I am, writing this post for you. Before I started, I will warn you that this is based on my own preferences and experiences, your opinion might differ.

WARNING!!

This post will be super long with minimal pictures.

Are you sure you're not turning back? OK let's start!

1. Entertainment
 

in Jakarta

As capital city, Jakarta is just like your typical metropolitan city; it has almost everything you can think of; department store, shopping malls, skyscrapers, museums, big stadiums, clubs, and all those things. Jakarta is great, yes, specially now that the previous governor was trying hard to make Jakarta as good as other metropolitan city. I could only heard and read about all the development from online news since I lived in Tokyo back then. A lot of small park were built, the river got cleaned up, and finally they put a stop to shopping mall expansion. It was a great news for me, because let's be honest here, I am sick of the shopping mall where almost everyone go to every weekends (or even weekdays).

image source: http://www.indonesia-holidays.com/jakarta/shopping/grand-indonesia-shopping-town.htm

We have a lot of nice shopping malls, like Grand Indonesia, Plaza Indonesia, Pondok Indah Mall, Central Park Mal, etc. They scattered everywhere, so you can easily spot one near your neighborhood. Most malls got everything you might want; cinema, restaurant, electronic store, clothing store, shoes store, accessories store, cellphone provider service office, cafes, groceries store, bubble tea stand, and furniture store; all in one building (and some even have hotel and apartment attached to it). How convenient! But so boring. It's as if it's the only place you go to get entertained.

Other than shopping malls, we do have places we can hang out with our loved one, like PIK and Senopati which have so many restaurant, bar, and cafe you can choose from. There's fishing area around PIK too, but since I'm not into fishing, I never checked this place out. Other than that, we do have small parks built in Ahok era, but I'm not sure we can do picnic or relaxing there.

image source: www.indoindians.com

We also have museums too, but it's clearly not the preferred destination for most of the citizen to spend the weekend. Some newer museum or art space are also great and it's a good start to develop more.

As for clubs, it's in the least of my list for a place to have fun, so I don't know much about that. And the fact that I hate to be in a small places with a lot of strangers and blaring music, I never get what's the fun on visiting such place.

in Tokyo

Well Tokyo also has some big shopping malls, but most of them are located around Tokyo, Roppongi, and Ginza. Other areas like Shibuya or Shinjuku also has smaller departement store where you can also hop from one building to another. Beside shopping malls and department store, Tokyo also has shopping district like Takeshita dori and cat street in Harajuku, Shimo-Kitazawa, Ameyokocho in Ueno, Hibiya Shopping Street, and much more. The idea is basically an area to shop and relax (since they also have cafes and restaurants), but they made it like neighborhood so you can actually stroll along the road leisurely. If I have a good amount of time, I prefer to go there rather than to department store or shopping mall. LOL

Other than shopping district and malls, Tokyo has a lot of park where you can do a lot of activity like picnic, flower viewing, jogging, cycling, sleeping, hangout, play music, taking pictures, walk your dog; you name it. It's one of my favorite place to go in the weekend (either alone or with friends). Most of the park also located near the restaurant district or department store district so it's really convenient. Some of my favorite park are Yoyogi Park (literally beside Meiji Jingu and across Harajuku), Shinjuku Gyoen, Ueno Park, and Naka Meguro (OK, this is not park or graden, but this is my most favorite place for Sakura viewing, and it's near Daikanyama too).

Other things to look out are the museums and art exhibition. I also realized that most of the museums are actually places for exhibition, so they regularly change the inside. It's a great idea to only have several building (since they don't have much land left) but focused on bringing different art, knowledge, and history to keep people's interest. They fact that most of them are for limited time, it's also one of the appeal for people to hurry up and visit the museum. With all the frequent change and diversity in choices, it's also one of my favorite to spend my weekend or holiday.

And well, Tokyo also has plenty of clubs. I've been to one, and it's quite the good experience just because I went with my girls, but if someone offers me to go the second time, I will have to reject. It's just not my type of having fun (well the alcohol is fun, but since Tokyo has a lot of bar that offer all you can drink, I prefer that one).

My other favorite is karaoke. If I missed the last train, my friends and I usually go to karaoke place, pay for 2 hours and we got free hours until the first train starts. Or you can go to internet cafe, they have shower room and private room where you can spend the night browsing or reading manga.


2. Transportation & Traffic

In Jakarta
The public transportation is getting better, with the transjakarta and the online car & motorcycle service, but the main transportation for middle class to upper class is still private car. I don't know about others, but my parents didn't allow me to ride motorcycle, take kopaja/metromini (kinda like local bus & mini bus), and sometimes taxi is also a no because it's too dangerous (with the pick pocket and harassment, and the possible kidnapping and all that shit). So yeah, let just say I'm blessed with private car and driver, but thanks to the traffic, I hate going out unless necessary.

image source: http://jakartaglobe.id/news/jakarta-worlds-worst-traffic-gridlock/

I used transjakarta back in university, but I really hate the way people didn't let people to go out first before they push around to get inside the bus. Man, the bus is not going to leave you behind. The other problem was the uncertain schedule, you can get stuck queuing for 30 minutes to 1 hour in rush hour without a single bus passing by. LOL..... it was 5-8 years ago tho' not sure about that now.


In Tokyo
Train-walk-train-walk was my routine, and occasionally I took bus and taxi. Their most complicated train (and metro) map can get you everywhere you want, even to the outskirt of Tokyo. Yes, sure the sexual harassment issue is still there, but since I never experience any of that, I can't say anything bad. Well, unless you're unlucky enough to find puke on the train floor thanks to the drunkard. LOL~ The only time I hate train is the last train (weekend and weekdays are the same to me). Other than that? The constant suicide attempt is also frustating for me specially if it's at rush hour.




3. Safety

In Jakarta
If you read carefully, I stated the possible crime that might happen, but it's not all. If you're following the political situation and discrimination issues in Indonesia, you will surely know how it's not safe for chinese descendant and female; specially if you're the combination of those two (and let's not bother with religion differences since it will make a book out of it). And thanks to that, most chinese descendant parents usually work real hard to at least provide safety for their kids in the shape of car. One car for one kid, and if you have 3 kids you probably have 4-5 cars (then go back to the traffic issues). Most of parents won't let their baby girl to go out at night, your curfew is 8pm sharp even if you're already past 22 y.o). Believe me, it's still happen to me unless I go out around 6pm then my curfew is 10pm (maybe my parents are one of the extreme one).

And then there's also clothes restriction. The fact that you will get harassment in the name of cat-calling even you wear hijab tells it all. Think hundreds to wear shorts and tank top unless you drive a car. Try to steel your mind with all the whisper around you and their hard stare when you just passing by with your a bit-too-much-style (typically happen outside shopping mall and club I think?). Always remember to put an eye to your belongings like wallet and cellphone. Once you drop your money, prepare to let it go or think that you never have the money from the very beginning.

In Tokyo
Let just say, I enjoy the safety to the fullest. I will not say that I'm the typical good girl when I lived in Tokyo. No. I went out late, I came back after midnight, sometimes I missed the last train, I partied, I drank, I wore any kind of clothes that I love, and I traveled alone. But in all those years, never once I got my money stolen or lost my phone.


It's so safe that I left my phone on the restaurant table and go to the toilet when I eat alone. I left my stuff in the train once and just report it to the lost and found office and they will check it for me. I lost my train card once, and the police actually called my school so I could go and take it from the police station. I could walk around wearing shorts and sleeveless top and no one spare me a glance. And the fact that I live alone, there's no curfew and this nervous feeling when I came home alone after 9pm even if I wear shorts and tank top. It was that liberating. One thing I missed so much when I came back to Jakarta.


4. Mentality

in Jakarta
One good point is, we can have as many helpers as we want, no need to clean our shit ourselves. You can work from morning to night and still come home to clean house and warm homemade food. But it's getting out of hand outside the house. Even in restaurant and cinema, you can just leave your eaten food on the table. 'What? We paid for it!' is one of the common excuse people used. Need to throw something? Feel free to throw everywhere, there's people who sweep the street, they got paid from our tax anyway. Don't like someone? Just go and leave harsh comment in their social media. They don't deserve the high confidence and self-worth anyway. Well, yeah, the mentality, the negativity. It's everywhere.

image source: https://www.vebma.com/curhat/nyinyir-di-medsos-jadi-tren-hobi-baru/24307

in Tokyo
No helpers, no driver unless you're that rich. After you eat, go put your tray at the return section yourself. Need to throw trash? Pay attention to the label on the trashbin. No trashbin in sight? put your trash inside your pocket man!


5. The working culture

in Jakarta
In some field, of course you need to work long-long hours; like architect or surgeon for example; and some also need you to work overtime. But not to the point of reaching midnight. We don't have the drinking culture, so it's pretty normal to go back home early and eat with your family (well unless you're single and came from different city). We're free to actually resign and go look for another job that might interest us more (with better salary and benefit).

in Tokyo
OK, I never work full time in Tokyo, but based on my part-time job and stories from my friends, the working culture in Tokyo is a bit strict. Costumer is the king, so yeah, when you got a shitty costumer you just need to kill him in your head and keep saying 'sumimasen'. Some traditional company don't pay your overtime hour, even if they're quite big company. The seniority is still ongoing, specially in the cross-rank relationship (boss and subordinate). Once you got accepted in one company, it's unlikely for Japanese to resign and look for another job (go back to the seniority and their loyal character). And let's not forget about their drinking culture, you will find a lot of salaryman go drinking even in weekdays with their superior, business partner, or even colleagues.

There are a lot more I want to write, but I think the most important point are there and it's too long already. So let's see which one is better.

Let be honest, both city are convenient and full of life. Both has their own positive and negative side. I found Tokyo to be liberating and safe, even though I have to do housework by myself and manage my money myself. As for Jakarta, since I live with my parents, I don't need to do housework because we have helpers and driver, so it makes everything nicer. BUT! Even though I love how I don't need to do housework, I found it suffocating to live in Jakarta. Mostly because of the negative mentality and the constant fear of my safety.

So for now, if I don't count the working culture, I prefer to live in Tokyo.

That's sum up my comparison. ;)

Next post will be the second most voted; 'How to: be more positive'

See you again in next post! *kiss*

xoxo

Hello lovelies! I'm back after two months of vacation and wrecking my brain for something new. YES! You read it right! I keep growing as a human being and with all that constant changing, I just feel like the previous blog concept is outdated. I can't deny that I've been pouring all my attention to instagram and no love (and time) for my blog, but I just feel like I need to figure myself out before doing anything to this blog. So, if you haven't actually notice the change in my blog layout and everything, I will just write it out for you right from the start!

Riiiigghht...! It all started from the end of June when I finally came back to Jakarta for good, with the idea of working in fashion brand before I started out my own brand officially. And while waiting for the company to call me, I found myself with so many free-time that made me mentally sick. I actually went over some downs rather than up with all those free-time; I'm feeling like I'm so lazy and have no future and all that crazy shit. I even complained on my instagram, you can just scroll it down, with my mind struggling to make a productive life (with constant nagging from my parents and family).

To make it short, I'm blessed with the constant support from my social-media friends to keep on going and do what I love to do. I began to think hard about what I want to do in my life, what things mattered to me, and how to achieve that dream. So many people successed on theirs already and I think I can also do it, if I try hard and have the consistency (one that I lack). With all the support from my social media friends and couple of my real-life friends, I began to turn back into positivity, self-love, passion, and of course, life/social-issues. I dug back my own life motto and verses that I held dear. Then I began to pour the idea on my instagram's caption and found that I'd love to share my point of view in life. Hence the idea came to me to actually start writing my blog again, with a different concept than before.

Don't get me wrong, I still love to dress up and all, but I want to make my post has more meaning rather than my half-ass knowledge about fashion (we have enough fashion influencers who have more knowledge than I am). So then I open my blog again today, and re-did the layout and trying to start again (for countless time in my life LOL).

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So today's quote is

'Start your day with a smile,

and end it with a smile too.'

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And I will close this post with a poll.

What do you want me to discuss on my next post?

1. Single: The Best Time to Discover Yourself

2. How to: Be More Positive

3. Life in Jakarta vs Life in Tokyo; Which One is Better?

4. How to: Found Your Passion

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photos are taken with Fujifilm XT20

lens: 3.5mm, f 1,4

by Sannie Xen 

and edited by me with Adobe Lightroom and VSCO

Good day to everyone! How's your summer going on? Remember in my last post I said that I'm going to update more about my short trip to Gotemba? Sorry, but that have to wait. This time I was rewriting my deleted post about what I promised in my instagram post a week ago.

If you followed my instagram, you will know which post I'm talking about. If you don't, please go and follow me now!, check it out now... In the caption I said I was rewriting the caption over and over and decided to save the long story for people who's actually care enough to want to know more about it. And to my surprise, a lot of people encourage me to share more about it. So here it is......

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WARNING!!

It will be long and boring, with sensitive topic. Turn back before you die of boredom~

You've been warned!

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For starters, I will explain the environment I'm growing up in, to make it clear where's my position and why I thought I was weird AF...

I was born into catholic family, in Indonesia, where's social value was hold as narrow-minded as ants' hole. I was raised with some value I found it weird and questionable. I never dared to question it out loud because we kids just follow our parents, teachers, and community's instruction, without questions. YES. Otherwise, you will be branded as troublesome kids or naughty kids, and the likes. So I love to keep everything to myself and in the end, I always feel like I'm weird AF. Not that anyone knows about it, even my own lovely siblings who've been supportive as they can be. And let make me clear, I was born nearly 30 years ago, with a little bit too small social boundaries that made my friends' circle as small as my bathtub.

What? You wanted to know what kind of value we have? Ok, for starters, we, Indonesian (well, most of us), believe we have to be straight as an arrow, get married and produce kids to fill the world. Other orientation? you'd surely be branded as sinner and would go to hell. If you're a girl, you have to wear skirt, be pretty, have long hair, pay attention to your physical appearance, and can do house chores. If you're a boy, you can't be seen crying, have to be macho, strong, and show all that masculine treats. If you behave otherwise, you'll be damned.

Yeah, welcome to my hell of society. And until I was in middle school, I thought nothing of it. What? I was a kid. A not so normal kid. I started to wonder about it because at that time, there's this one tomboy girl in my school who liked to tease me. A childish teasing if I think about it now. She liked to stand in front of me and prevent me from going home. I thought she was just being playful even though we never been in the same class or talk that much, until my best friends got angry and said something hurtful to her. I didn't remember what my friend said and I didn't even get what she was saying (I was super dense I knew), but I still remembered how she stopped smiling and let me go home. And after that, she never approach me anymore. That day my friend even told me to get angry or ignore her and say 'don't approach me anymore' to her if she continued doing it. I didn't remember what my respond were (I think it was my defense mechanism to forget events I don't want to remember).

For a while, her hurtful expression just stuck in my mind. I knew my friend just got ticked off and just wanted to make her stop, but she got hurt. I began to wonder if it's because her boyish appearance or her tomboyish attitude, but everyone I knew thought she's weird. After that incident, I got interested in why people thought she's weird and got to know some bad gossip about her (you know, teenage girls hang out together... most of the time, we only talk about rubbish gossip.. or maybe it was in my time only.. i dunno). Is being different a bad thing? She was kind enough and being friendly to me, so I didn't see why everyone saying bad things about her. But well, I didn't do anything at that time and I regretted it. Until now, I wanted to go back in time and smacked my past self in the head for being a coward and let her go her way. So if she's well and healthy out there, and accidentally stumbled upon this post of mine, I hope she forgives my friends and me.

With time, I found more about other sexual orientation beside heterosexual. While everyone I knew thought it was disgusting and just wrong, I was questioning about why do everyone think it is wrong? Even in the church, we're not welcoming homosexual people. For years, I was feeling so guilty for thinking they're no different from me, from us. They just like someone from the same sex as them. No big deal. I even thought why God created them to be different and being condemned and hated by others? Didn't He love them too? I was searching for answers for years. There's time where I feel like my religion is just wrong. They preached on love and forgiveness but do no such thing. They still judge and discriminate.

But well, God has His own plan. I was glad that I took psychology as my university major and learned a whole new things all together. It opened my eyes, a lot. Even though I got to know that it was just a matter of personal preferences, sometimes I still found myself thinking if I was weird for supporting their right as human beings, as I looking at the issues being brought to the media recently... specially in my own country. But with time and support from both people I never got to meet (all thanks to social media) and people I actually met, I will gladly say I'm not all that weird. LOL 

If I was born and growing up in different environment, I might not find myself weird. As you might say, my thinking was all fine and normal, but with the context and background story, it could be seen differently. My supportive fellas always said, we're all unique and one of a kind. We should embrace our weirdo side and just be who we are. I was glad I got to know these awesome fellas, all thanks to God (and some) with the help of social media.

We might have our own story. So this is my story. What's yours? I'd love to know your story too (doesn't have to be as sensitive as mine). I'll be waiting!

xoxo

Anastasia

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Good morning everyone, it's a great day here in Tokyo, where I type my post.

A quiet sunny day with gentle wind from time to time, a perfect time to doze off and relax...but not my heart and brain.

In past years, I wanted to say the situation in my country is getting better, but scratch that; it's NOT. Around a decade ago, we christian got a lot of bombing threat specially around easter and christmas time. Several churches got bombed and we couldn't go celebrate and pray without the fear of bombing. The Holy Mass schedule changed from 9pm and 11pm to 7pm to avoid the dangerous situation. We even need to ask for police force to guard our churches while we're praying and celebrating Eucharist. It still happens until now for safety reason.

For several years, it's getting better, or so I thought. Two days ago, the world got the news about churches bombing and several attempt in different places in Indonesia. Some of my foreigner friends even messaged me and asking if I was OK or not.. I really appreciate them for caring, it actually warmed my heart to know that. :)

This incident came as a shock to me, as I found it unfair that we have to face the threat once more. It was clearly stated in the law that it's our right to be able to celebrate our religion ceremony and pray freely, but the reality is far from ideal. It even worse that the terrorist actually using Islam as their camouflage.

HEY! No religion teaches us to hate and to kill. No GOD told us that it's justified to kill others who didn't have the same faith as ourselves or commit suicide. No GOD gave human the right to decide who's going to heaven and who's not. No GOD allowed you to judge others who are different from you.

So open your eyes, heart, and brain people! Think! Reflect! Do your spiritual teacher teach you to think that other people with different faith, different race, different political view, different sexual orientation, different culture, different way of wearing clothes, different life aspiration are sinners that you're allowed to talk bad about, to judge, to hate, to discriminate, to kill? If SO, then maybe you need a better spiritual teachers.

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I don't know if this incidents are just a make-belief chaos for the citizen to think that the current president and his team aren't credible enough, or it's a real terrorist doing. The timing are just too good to be wrong, when the presidential election will be held next year, and the political world already got all heated up with the intimidation and black-campaign to overthrow the current president.

Whatever it is, personally, this event successfully open my not-so-healed trauma. A country I'd love to call my home is not that homey. Or maybe, it's never been homey from the start, but with the help of internet and social media, the idiotic and judgemental side of my people are exposed more easily and it created the illusion that Indonesia is getting worse. Even with the current president and his chosen team who're working so hard to make Indonesia a better country, it's getting nowhere with my so uncalled trauma.

I know very well that my country is getting better in these 2-3 years, but for someone who's still trying to stand on her own feet, with most of the time struggling to stand than not, I'm in dilemma whether to go or to stay. I know I'm still that naive and don't understand most of the things that happen in the world, I know it might be harder to live outside, as it's uncomfortable and it's not home, but when I think so far ahead, it might be a better choice. My heart and soul are bound in Indonesia, where I'll always be proud to say that I'm Indonesian where ever I go (and not to forget my family is there in Indonesia), but my brain said otherwise. It keeps saying to go out to the jungle and try my luck to conquer it, to have a better life even if I have to start from zero.

I don't have enough experience in professional area or in life, but based on these 27 years of living, I prefer to live in somewhere decent and safe rather than in luxury but I have to live in fear of my safety. For the future I might have my own kids, and I certainly don't want them to live in an environment where they have to live in fear. Don't you agree?

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If you're in my position, what would you do? Kindly share yours! :D

xoxo

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Hello! As always, I never really write back here.... Life, so far so good; with a bit of school project that takes 85% of my times. It's the last project before I have to face my exam and final presentation and got my oh-so-deserved-holiday.

Not much happening after my winter holiday, but good vibes. Sure, the projects are killing me deep inside, but the praises got me hang in the cliff. Seriously. Before my winter break, I felt like I made a mistake by coming to Tokyo, and what not, all my school scores are not that good; just your usual B and B- there and there.. Forgive me not, if I stayed at Jakarta, I would be graduated already and had my own brand. But scratch that, I'm stuck with the school still.....

I really hated my life 2 months ago, and was thinking what should I do to actually be free.... I was able to hang on until the last moment before I actually broke down that I have to talk to my teacher about this shitty problem of mine. Her encouragement was really helpful and made me feel better. She pointed out my improvement in those 9 months and trying to convince me to talk on her if something happening or I have problems. Thanks to her (and my lovely translator and friends), I were able to go through my crisis.

Seriously, kids! If you're thinking to go to fashion school and thinking like it's only drawing and sewing, with a lot of free time to go shopping, or the chances to attend fashion show and be a blogger, better think twice, no, hundreds time before you actually enrolled to one (and if someone actually say it in front of me, then I'll make sure to punch them in the face).

The real fashion school is hell. Believe me! Unless it's your true passion, don't even try to dip your feet there. Sure, the main subjects are design and pattern-making class that consist of drawing, coloring, and sewing; but it doesn't stop there........

In design class:

You have to do research,

have yourself inspired and full of imagination while there's no time to find inspiration because you're stuck inside the classroom or your room doing your project,

keep up with the trend,

be as creative as f*ck when trying to figure what kind of original fabric and print without being accused as copy-cat;

and in the same time still have to connect with your project theme and concept,

have to discover your preference and style in design,

have to come up with around 30 design every project,

have an illustrator skill and able to do more than one technique to draw and color your design,

have a photoshop and illustrator skill,

have to come up with new silhouette and details for your collection.

In pattern-making class:

have your logic running in pattern class,

able to do basic math,

have to analyze your design and come up with the measurement,

able to imagine how the lines will form the silhouette and work from there,

have to be super careful when tracing,

have to keep redoing your pattern to be able to make the right silhouette based on your design,

able to do CAD for pattern (computer based pattern-making) that's confusing as hell,

have to remember all the step when sewing,

make sure it's sewn right on the seam line or you have to redo it,

have to remember to iron your fabric before cutting, after some sewing step, and after finish sewing,

and there're other classes as well.....

history, croquis, 3D class, computer class, and some might have fashion marketing class......

Some of us might not have time to shower before go to school, have to put make-up on our way to school or just give up on putting make-up, and pull all-nighter every now and then....

All you see on instagram is just the tiny bit of our school life....... that glamorous life, it's just the 1%....

But then, when you're finished with the sewing process and can actually wear your own creation, all your all-nighter, your tears, your hard work are paid off.... and it's totally worth it! :)

So, are you still up for fashion school? Kindly tell me below~

xoxo

Anastasia

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