"consultations" poems
Korean fashion experts have shared their know-how with Malaysia.
At the "K-Fashion Conference for Malaysia" in Kuala Lumpur on Feb. 16, a group of Korean professionals gave lectures under the topics "K-Fashion Design Trend Transition & Forecast," "Digital & Online Marketing Strategies," "Power Brand and Concept Development Strategies" and "How to enter the global market."
The Korea Fashion Association, the Malaysia External Trade Development Corporation (MATRADE) and the ASEAN-Korea Centre organized the event to strengthen the competitiveness of Malaysian fashion brands by improving the added value of the industry through brand development.
About 50 Malaysian fashion industry companies and related government officials attended.
"There is growing interest in K-fashion, along with the high popularity of Korean dramas and entertainment shows, making this workshop even more timely and meaningful," ASEAN-Korea Centre Secretary General Kim Young-sun said. "The Malaysian fashion industry has huge potential as it is currently ranked in the top five in the ASEAN fashion industry."
On Feb. 15 and 17, Korean experts visited local fashion merchandisers for market research and consultations.
According to the ASEAN-Korea Centre, the Malaysian fashion industry has had massive growth with the expansion of Islamic fashion markets.
MATRADE aims to boost the industry as the nation's leading exporter. It has been organizing Malaysia Fashion Week (MFW) since 2014 to make the capital a fashion destination in Asia.
The second MFW in 2015 featured designers from more than 15 countries, and over 300 booths showcased the quality products of Malaysian fashion brands to the domestic and foreign trade, accodring to the organization.
The ASEAN-Korea Centre is an intergovernmental organization established in 2009 with an aim to promote exchanges among Korea and the 10 ASEAN member states.Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/bridesmaid-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
Everywhere there were black nights
You came with the dawn;
Bringing reason to live,
See an unnecessary life ..
My only boat that was lost at sea
Edge brought to you in any way ..
There is some connection with you,
there is some connection with you,
How do I know, what I know about it,
there is some connection with you..
what is to be said now,
I have to live,
forgetting the heavens,
taking refuge in your arms..
It obliged me while going
A passing moment fulfilled my wishes
I got a view of yours, got a sparkling star
As if I got a sign of luck..
Taking some reconciliation
Angry desires,
You've come to silence
Negotiations to complete consultations,
My only boat that was lost at sea
Edge brought to you in any way ..
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
I looked in the mirror
and what did I see
an old wrinkly face
looking back at me
over the past ten years
I've aged quite considerably
my looks aren't as pretty
as they once used to be
the mirror has told me
there is a lot of loose skin
and I have developed
a substantial double chin
my youthful ****** features
have completely disappeared
the signs of haggardness
are even present on my ears
from this day forward
I'll hold no more mirror consultations
as the truth that it expresses
causes much irritation
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 8:19 AM UTC
Sleep and wake in fear
Spirits cause everything
Consultations and exultation to a deaf God
Fast and pray lest you fail
God is hardest to please
God is dead to us
We buried him in ignorance
False prophets - our ancestors danced with them
False prophets - our parents fell victim
False prophets - we are enslaved
I see this
I see that
Our demons never fight
The salt and oil we douse at midnight
They protect us
False prophets- we listened
False prophets- we believed
False prophets- we are enslaved
Wives hide nakedness from husbands
Strip from cloth to thought for them
Faith overburdened with naivety
Knowledge that redeems,
Lost to teachings of captivity and unrighteousness
False prophets - our ancestors danced with them
False prophets - our parents fell victim
False prophets - we are enslaved
The greed that keeps them afloat
Sinks our soul and glory in muddy waters
Shame only comes at the end
The end comes at our loss
We fear those we should love and love those we should fear
False prophets!
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 8:39 PM UTC
Who, I am, is just the following of what,
What, I am, is just a stone away from where,
Where, I am, is just sails away from why,
Why, we are, is a planet away of who.
Who I am is just a person wearing a pretence,
What I am is just a character of what I try to commence.
Where I am, is this visage, carrying the drama in this scene,
Why we are, is where I merely am playing my part, as my actions are already set in the figurine.
It’s not adequately unexpected for the viciousness that is presented in human forms,
Its pretentious validity, in various forms, in vivid and foolproof flaws, as veteran as victim it withholds.
He desert, hides, cloaks or flees. He screams, breaks, vanish, retreats. He hides, shields, masquerade and juggles. All of these patterns that run in circles and hobbles.
We are not disarmed as much by the sword or bullet but rather by our past,
The whispers, the memories, the mistreat that is amassed.
For I too will have vengeance for myself,
For I plan a vendetta that will never be forgotten, and will haunt thyself.
To effectively grow I have to push past the point of my comfort zone and experience inhumane situations,
No expectations of thoughts and feelings, no blank lines or allowance of consultations because I will lose myself and make my own insinuation.
So please let your anger, hate, ********** intimidation,
Your screams, betrayal, pain, instigation
Thy emotions, force, projections and manipulation,
Be my entertainment that only helps my dissimulation.
For who, I am, is just the following of what,
What, I am, is just a stone away from where,
Where, I am, is just sails away from why,
Why, we are, is the vendetta that’s been bought.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC
Electric blankets.
I am constantly astounded that now
I've been grounded
I fly higher than ever before.
If being afraid of the wolf means you
never open the door
then you'll never be more
than
a scaredy cat
I learnt that the hard way
locked away
wish I could say it wasn't so
but
those in the know
know it to be true
It's the things we do
and do so well
that bring home to us
our private hell
I've done them too
had
Imaginary consultations with talking
self medications
conversations with brick walls
and no matter the dizzying heights
one always falls
calling to mummy to come in and save me
brave me!
nightmares i never share
flashback trips that rip apart
an equilibrium
I
think of ******
momentarily weakened by the
struggle to regain my balance
the thought passes and like the
nightmare fades.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
The irony is amusing,
the despicable, mediocre show,
and I simply cannot resist,
the atrocity of its after-glow.
Encased within a clear glass,
its contents overflow with hate,
and as my soul descends deeper,
I plunge into an opposition of fate.
I ask you to drown me in your sorrows,
and make me come alive,
because I can only ever feel,
when death is right by my side.
Selfishness floats through my veins,
and though I do all of which may not please,
you must pay heed to my warning,
I carry out burdens and anger in peace.
Astounded by how we go into battle,
we do nothing but repeatedly invade,
we feed off of our greed and anger,
and plunge ourselves deeper into blood spills and crusades.
We're urged by our bitter loneliness,
and force our simple consultations,
swirling obliviously and unaware,
of when we'd shackled others through controlled manipulation.
And just as a boomerang snaps back,
our black souls await the penalty,
they say what goes will once come,
but we continue to shoot bullets so relentlessly.
And as we explore the hallways in our ruthless minds,
venture through the deepest depths of our soul,
we will continue to haunt the ones left breathing,
leaving behind no trace of good or gold.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
1.7.
Beauty
is a dangerous
thing
to obtain
Even the darkest
stars
warned me
It doesn’t like
to play
fair
It can lie
It can deceive
It can cheat
It even steals
you out of
your death
Shooting star
or the unworthy
dead
With my
breath
I give life
to the lost
consultations
My divine
calculations
made the
equations
That’s why
in my sleep
all three
realities
I see
I am your
fate
Waiting for you
at the flowered
gate
With spring rain
still in
my hair
Never has there
been
A woman so
fair
Scarlet begonias
Cuts and bruises
this is a
war
I don’t plan
on losing
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware
of what they're going through
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC