Jedy.

@jfae Engga ja lewat doang

@dibsnei loh balik jed?

happy birthday to me

Bangkok, you gave us the loudest, wildest, most soul-shaking two nights of the tour so far… and this circle right here is how we say thank you to each other for making it possible.

Combat boots heavy enough to leave marks on the stage, and that camellia pearl necklace swinging like a warning every time I hit the beat.

Vintage Chanel bralette layered under the softest white lace, leather biker jacket thrown on like I stole it from someone who used to tell me to “tone it down,” baggy destroyed denim that’s been washed so many times it remembers every city we cried in.

Layers of tulle so fragile they tear if you breathe too hard, but somehow they’ve survived every flight, every sleepless night, every tear I’ve wiped away in dressing rooms across the world. I wear it like armor made of memories I’m not ready to let go of yet.

This dress is made of midnight roses and every secret I’ve never told anyone. Red petals that look soft until the light hits and you realize they’re bleeding.

Backstage, five minutes before I become someone else entirely. This is the last quiet breath before the bass hits so hard it rattles my ribcage, before voices scream my name like it’s the only word they know, before the lights blind me and I remember why I’m still doing this.

This outfit isn’t cute. It’s a warning label. It says: I’ve been sweet for long enough. It says: try and keep up. It says: if you blink, you’ll miss the moment I set everything on fire, including myself.

Red leather shorts so tiny they barely qualify as clothing, corset cinched so tight I can feel my own heartbeat in my throat, graphic tee slashed and safety-pinned back together like every promise I’ve ever broken and rebuilt, sheer moon-and-star gloves.

Sheer enough to feel dangerous, covered enough to survive the Bangkok humidity. This is what “quiet luxury meets post-concert apocalypse” looks like when you have exactly 45 seconds to change backstage and still want to serve.

OUTFIT TODAY! Black lace bodysuit that looks innocent from far away but whispers chaos up close, paired with these destroyed velvet cargo pants that have been through every war on this tour and still refuse to die.

Bangkok, you didn’t just show up tonight. You took the stage with me. You owned every lyric, every beat drop, every tear that slipped when the lights went purple during the ballad. I left everything I had on that stage, and somehow you gave me even more back.

These braids aren’t just a hairstyle; they’re battle armor. Sleek at the roots, tight enough to stay perfect through every jump and hair flip, but still soft enough that I feel like a warrior princess who accidentally walked into a fairytale. The little silver threads woven in?

MAKE UP TODAY: icy under-eye shimmer that catches every single light on stage, sharp graphic liner that somehow survives two hours of sweat and tears, and that perfect glass-skin glow even though I only slept three hours. The denim set is cute.

This denim-on-denim moment, the wet stage, the chaos, the perfection – everything felt so raw and so real because of YOU. I left that stage with my voice almost gone and my heart completely full. Thank you for loving me out loud.

Indonesia! Last night you reminded me, once again, why this country will forever have the biggest piece of my heart. From the second the beat dropped and the entire stadium turned into one massive wave of screaming, jumping, crying, smiling energy!

Jakarta, you have a special kind of energy that I can’t quite explain. The way you scream when the beat drops, the way you cry during the slow songs, the way you made me feel so loved even through the rain that tried to crash our party… I felt every single emotion with you.

Wearing this custom sheer floral set with fluffy cloud cuffs felt like stepping into my own fairytale, and having you all there made it real. From the opening VCR to the very last encore, every second was pure bliss. I still can’t believe I get to live this life because of you.