Wheelin’ Around Northern Italy


For those of you who don’t know, I spent my first semester of the current school year in Europe. The University of Dallas has what is called the Rome Program. A group of 95 students, 5 professors, and a small group of staff live together for four months on the outskirts of Rome. Almost every weekend is a four day weekend, so everyone is allowed to travel outside of Italy until classes resume late Monday morning. There were also tons of class trips made throughout Italy and Greece.


Now, home girl did something pretty stupid before the Northern Italy trip.

It was the Halloween Party.

I, who was perfectly sober by the way, sprained her right ankle getting too lit. I danced that night, hardcore like I usually do, on an ankle that was already somewhat fragile from a previous rolling. But if you know me, you know that once my jam(s) come on, there’s no way to stop me.

So I got a cane.

And a wheelchair. Just in case.


Our first stop was Assisi and the first site we went to was the Basilica of San Francesco d’Assisi.

The mosaics and artwork there was absolutely breathtaking.

But what really took my breath away was the climb. The very steep climb. At this point I only had my cane, which was named Ichabod by its previous owner, since I didn’t know where the wheelchair was. Or if the staff was being serious when they said they were bringing it.

While I successfully, and triumphantly, climbed up on my own, the climb down was a different story. You would think it’d be better considering, well, gravity but it wasn’t. By the time we had to leave, I had physically exhausted myself from climbing up to the basilica and going around the big church exploring (stairs and such). I literally could not hold myself up.

So my friends, my wonderful and insane friends, decided to manhandle me against my will. At this point we were behind the pack and needed to find a way to speed me up. So the carried me. Literally one friend per arm and another for my legs. And Ichabod landed with someone. It was probably a really weird sight. Seeing these American students hustling and carrying a human being in the middle of Assisi.

And in front of our professors.

But honestly, by then they had seen weirder things from us.


Our next stop, which was my favorite, was Florence.

From it’s gorgeous monuments to it’s leather markets and it’s delicious food. In fact, I had Asian food there for the first time in months.

I almost cried right there.

In a restaurant filled with the most amount of Asians I had seen in what felt like forever.

But another reason why I loved my time in Florence so much was that everywhere I went I was wheeled around. So imagine a bunch of college kids running around a foreign city, pushing their friend around and having wild races. If we didn’t stick out already, we most certainly did after decorating my chair in gold tinsel.

Now at this point I’d been carried around multiple times. Assisi was the first. And then two piggyback rides in Florence, both in one day and most appreciated.

But my dumb ass, probably due to pride and ego and insanity, was determined to climb up the Duomo. If you didn’t know, the Duomo has 463 steps (I looked it up). I can’t even climb one flight of stairs with both of my ankles, now I wanted to climb hundreds on a crutch.

But despite my ganky ankle, I actually made it. AND in under half an hour.

Did I almost die?

Hell yes.

Was it worth it?

Hell yeah.

Especially since I had a whole squad with me for motivation and in case I fell.







We then moved on to Venice.

As an avid fan of the novel, The Thief Lord, being in Venice was exciting. If you don’t know what that is, definitely check it out!

While Venice itself is indeed beautiful and unique, it was the hardest place for me to be in. Venice is small, therefore the pathways are narrow and there are multiple bridges to cross. It’s basically inevitable to encounter some. And a special shoutout to Mia, who was basically stuck with me for a whole day in Venice. She most definitely did not plan on having to wheel me around all day, but she did so anyway. Mostly because she had no choice, otherwise I’d be stranded. But I am, however, incredibly grateful.

It also meant that we took as many water taxis as possible. But it gave us a great opportunity to see all of Venice in the limited time that we had.


My favorite places in Venice was Palazzo Ducale (Doge’s Palace) and St. Mark’s Square. Both are gorgeous places one should definitely visit!

Venice, however, was where I had one of the worst not chocolates ever. I meant, it was baaad. It was so viscous and burnt my throat. Also, BEWARE OF THE BIRDS. The birds are vicious as hell. They will actually fight you for your food!!! So I advise you, no matter how nice it is outside or how pretty the views are, don’t eat outside unless you want to fight or die…

Despite the scary birds, Venice was overall really nice. Since Northern Italy was the last class trip we would all be taking together, everyone spent the last night being together and thanking our professors and the staff for all the trips they put together.

It was a wonderful last night spent together on the last class trip.





After making a quick stop at Ravenna, where we ate pizza and visited Dante’s grave, we headed back to Rome and went back to work.

I also said goodbye to my wheelchair since campus is incredibly small.

Less than a week later I also said goodbye to Ichabod.

And as a way of saying “Thank You,” I bought Pringles for the friends who consistently helped me get around all of Northern Italy and for being just overall awesome people.

I have very sweet friends.

But don’t tell them I said that.


The Hills Are Alive


For those of you who don’t know, I spent my first semester of the current school year in Europe. The University of Dallas has what is called the Rome Program. A group of 95 students, 5 professors, and a small group of staff live together for four months on the outskirts of Rome. Almost every weekend is a four day weekend, so everyone is allowed to travel outside of Italy until classes resume late Monday morning. There were also tons of class trips made throughout Italy and Greece.


My second long weekend was spent in Austria.

Just like Paris, I was luck to to visit Salzburg more than once. But I’ll talk about that a little later. For now it’ll be about Vienna.

For my first trip, a small group of us went on an overnight train crossing the borders between Italy and Austria. It was one of my favorite parts of the semester. The train was set up like the one that goes to Hogwarts. A carriage compartment you can share with friends and have tons of snacks in.

One of us even had our 20th birthday that night.

So we had our own little celebration with pringles and some beer (well, in my case orange juice). Everyone spent the night talking and making jokes as we headed into another new country.


Our time in Vienna was calm and lovely.

We hit the ground running once we arrived.

As we walked to our hostel we stopped by a few places since checkin wasn’t open yet. I had, what I personally believe, to be the best hot chocolate ever. The lady even asked if I wanted white hot chocolate, dark hot chocolate, or milk ho chocolate. I didn’t even know I had options! Pair that with some yummy brownies and I’m good to go.


After dropping off our bags at the hostel, we went exploring.

Right outside a church we were visiting, there was a small fresh market that sold freshly baked bread and fruits. Everyone sat together, having our own little picnic, eating strawberries and raspberries and pumpernickel bread (a whole loaf of it!).

Soon after we came across a playground with a big merry-go-round and a set of swings. One of which was like a mosh pit and so big that two people could ride it!

Are we too old to be fooling around on playgrounds?


Did we care?

Not really.

After spending what was probably an unhealthy amount of time there, we stopped by a burger place nearby.


Our last day in Vienna was spent visiting a museum and studying at a cool place called Pickwick’s. It’s actually a British pub with tons of great food and books to read for fun.

But our time in Austria wasn’t just spent in Vienna…


It was also spent in Salzburg, where every Sound of Music fans’ dreams come true!

We went everywhere we could.

From the beautiful gardens where the children learned how to sing, to the Von Trapp household, to the gazebo where two thirsty teenagers shared their first kiss, and many more!


We even climbed up to the Hohensalzburg Fortress.

Now, when whomever proposed us visiting the place, it was never mentioned that there would be a climb. A big, STEEP climb. Probably the worst I’ve ever done.

Out of the five in our group, two of us were struggling hardcore. And the worst part is that there are literally no places to take break! It’s just a constant uphill battle.

You know, when Mother Superior said to climb every mountain, I thought she meant it figuratively. Not literally for a bunch of out-of-shape college kids.



We were also fortunate enough to visit Salzburg while a festival was being held there.

We didn’t exactly know it was for, or understood when we tried asking someone, but it was a joy nonetheless.

There was a never ending stream of booths that sold pretzels, and schnitzel, and gelato, and ornaments, and other wonderful things! There was eve n a few rides set up, like a small Ferris wheel and swing ride.

We spent the day eating as much as we could handle (both interns of our stomachs and our wallets), starting from chocolate covered strawberries that tasted like heaven. Afterwards, a young group of drummers and singers were leading the general crowd towards someplace. Intrigued, we joined in until we reached the beautiful church Kollegienkirche. Although Salzburg is typically a quiet place to be in, our time there was filled with festivities and fun that will forever be cherished.


Here Comes Santa Claus…

Buddy the Elf, who?

This is a special holiday collaboration with Jodie’s Touch of Style, Sheela Writes, and newcomer Michael Durden. We have put together outfits centered around the one and only Old Saint Nick. Except for me, because I’m more of the sassy elf that never gets any work done. But always serving the looks. 💋

Time to kick off the holiday season 😉


Watch out hoes!

Check us out!

Sass in spades.
A real life Candy Cane Princess!
YAS 👏👏👏
Jodie’s boots are literally giving me life!
Nothing says “BADASS” like red leather gloves.
A classy, all-red outfit ❤️

Battle of the Christmas Spirit 🤶🎅




Last Teen



It’s official.

It’s my last year being a teenager.

Do I feel any different?


Do I still forget my age when people ask?

Yup. In fact, many just ask if I’m fifteen.

Necklace is the Eclipse Goddess Choker from Ettika.
Give ’em the cold shoulder.

There’s still a large part of me that hasn’t accepted that I attended high school, let alone graduated and made it to university.

I mean, when I was fourteen/fifteen, I’d say “ten” when people asked me how old I was. And now that I’m nineteen, I feel as though I’m seventeen/eighteen. Maybe feeling younger than I actually am is a good thing?

Ring was a gift from momma. Lips is Clarins Instant Light Lip Balm Perfector (Hot Pink).

Momma Bear treated me to lunch at a Japanese restaurant that we love eating at.

We then spent the afternoon at the mall being silly, looking at stuff in the store Typo, running away from the rain, and listening to Selena Gomez’s Back to You.

After a big, fat nap, the day ended with dinner out at Malaysian restaurant Satay. They have the best soya bean and roti canai (prata). I always get those things, along with their nasi lemak. I was practically in Heaven.

You see, I love spending my birthdays with my momma and then celebrating with my squad later on.


The majority of my high school girlfriends were invited to my house for a birthday potluck. There was pasta, chicken, pizza, chocolate chip cookies, upside down strawberry cake, bruschetta, sushi, orange juice, and God knows what else.

Pretty sure we were all about to explode.

It’s always great to be around my high school squad. I never thought I’d miss hanging out with those crazy Asians so much 🙂

Having my Little Mermaid moment.
Dress found at Goodwill. It was the dress I would’ve worn to the Spring Formal.

I’d like to thank everyone who wished me “Happy Birthday” and gave me endless love on the day I was born.

23rd May 1999 at 1:17pm


Celebration Month


The middle of May until the middle of June is always a crazy time for myself and my family. There’s Mother’s Day, my birthday (23rd), my stepbrother’s birthday (24th), my momma’s birthday (27th), which is also my parents’ anniversary, my stepfather’s birthday (1st), my other stepbrother’s birthday (7th), and then Father’s Day.

The amount of gifts bought and given during this time is greater than any Christmas holiday we’ve had. My mother always refers to this time as the time to “go bankrupt.”

Top is Elle.
Jogger pants from Zara.

Mother’s Day was spent watching The Avengers: Infinity War, per Her Royal Divaness’ request, and going out to eat at one of the three Malaysian restaurants in the area.

I’m going to talk about my birthday in another post 😉

Momma’s birthday was spent also watching a movie, but this time Solo: A Star Wars Story. Did we end up eating at the same restaurant? Yes, yes we did and with no regrets.

Oh, and is it at all a coincidence that her birthday is the same day as my parents’ anniversary? Definitely not. It’s most definitely a ploy to get more presents and freebies.

Lipstick is Estée Lauder’s Pure Envy Color: Uninhibited. Earrings from Hot Topic.
Bracelet was a gift from Momma Bear.
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Heels are Audrey Brooke.

Sidenote: The heels above are my first pair ever. I wore it out to dinner for Mother’s Day and Momma Bear was shook. She then proceeded to almost cry because she took it as a sign of my growing up. Oh momma.

Pondering about my age.

Father’s Day was originally supposed to be a trip to the museum to see European art. Someone (namely my stepfather), however, somehow did something to hurt his back from stretching at the gym.

How? No idea.

So we instead to spend the day watching Once Upon A Time (love that show), while eating a ton of pancakes and hashbrowns.

Nothing but smiles.

It has been a crazy but awesome time lately, filled with celebrating, movie watching, eating food, and taking Polaroids.

I hope all of my fellow Geminis had amazing birthdays! As well as all the mothers and fathers out there 🙂


My First Rodeo


A couple of weekends ago my college friends and I visited Houston to attend the Houston Rodeo. In all my eight years living in Houston, that was the first time I ever went.

Lydi – one of my friends – has the nicest parents ever.

Her father drove all the way from Pearland to Dallas just to pick us up and then drove us back to Houston. Her mother also made us a ton of food, something I always appreciate.

At the halfway point we stopped by at Buc-ee’s.

All of friends who aren’t from Texas were so shook by the enormity of the place. Joanna, another friend of mine, said if the world ever underwent a zombie apocalypse then   Buc-ee’s would be the place humans would run to.


The first night we went out for dinner at Koto.

One of my most favorite restaurants ever.

When Lydi proposed going there, completely unaware of my love for Koto, I flipped out. Once we entered the restaurant, I literally told everyone where I sat (which was most of the tables).

Afterwards we had dessert at Red Circle, another place I love going to. My high school squad and I go to Red Circle (and other places similar to it) all the time, so to have gone with my college squad was really cool.

It’s also in Chinatown.

For those of you who don’t know my high school squad is primarily Asian while my college squad is primarily Caucasian. When we were about to enter Red Circle,           Sean – white boy #1 – said that we needed an Asian to go in first.

Yes, it ended up being me.


After having breakfast at Another Broken Egg the next day, everyone headed to the NRG Stadium for the Houston Rodeo.

The first thing I noticed was that the majority of the events were indoors. I quietly thanked God because heat and I are not buddies. The second thing I noticed was that the place was HUGE. From the NRG Center where the shops are, to the NRG Stadium where the concerts are held, to the ginormous amusement park next to them.

The first thing we did was go to the Petting Zoo. Despite my jacket being slightly chewed on by a goat, ultimately saved by Tim (white boy #2), the animals were overall adorable. And don’t worry, my jacket is fine.

We also saw a cow being milked. Sean has a somewhat unhealthy obsession with milk so we had to stay and watch.

We went to tons of shops in the NRG Center. We went to the largest moving candy store, saw tons of cows walking around, would jokingly go into livestock trailers, and ate TONS of food (like cotton candy, curly fries, fried oreos, etc.).

Afterwards we went on a few rides. One of them almost made me threw up.

I didn’t though.

We then ended the night with a movie at Lydi’s, playing Zombies, and accidentally pushing Martha into the pool (sorry!).

The next day we went to Killen’s, which was amazing, before driving back to UD.

This is my train. Say hello.
Shoes from JustFab.

During Spring Break my high school squad and I went to the Rodeo.

I know.

I’ve never gone for eight years and now I’ve gone twice in one month.

With my high school squad, however, we mostly focus on food and taking Instagrammable pictures.

Undershirt is momma’s old tee 🙂
Dress was bought from the Rodeo. The store is called Monique’s.

I had cotton candy, Diane had tamales, while Joy and RJ shared a hugeass baked potato.

Joy always goes to extreme lengths to make sure she gets the perfect angle. People around us were probably confused by these four Asians running around in circles trying to take the perfect picture.

With cool friends come lovely quirks.


Cuff from Free People.

My first, and second, experience at the Houston Rodeo was awesome.

But while the event itself is really cool, it was the company that made the entire trip really wonderful.

Until next year!

My face when I have to go back to school.

My First (and Hopefully Not Last) NYFW


This past February I attended my very first New York Fashion Week.

Well, technically for me, it was New York Fashion Weekend since I didn’t want to miss too much school.


Vest from Kissue. Jumpsuit from Forever 21.


I left on Friday and right after I landed, momma, Sofie (our photographer), and I went straight to the Kérastase Institute Hair Lab.

I’m going to write an actual post detailing my experience, but for now let’s just say that it was EPIC. I mean they literally took a picture of a few of my hair strands and apparently my hair is needs some love.

After the appointment ended, we went to Morimoto’s and the pork gyoza slayed me. I ordered them twice and there are roughly 5 per serving.

They were delicious.


We attended a few shows that were held at the Angel Orensanz Center.

The location itself is probably one of the coolest places I’ve ever been to. There are paintings everywhere and all over the place, huge modern chandeliers, multicolored walls and stairs, and cool sculptures that surround the building. It’s basically a church on the outside and a gothic – but spunky – club on the inside.

The organization, however, was horrendous. I know most of the time people put up with it because the location is so badass, but damn it was chaotic.

The show was pushed back by almost an hour because the one preceding it ran late. So we all had to wait outside. In cold New York weather.

There also wasn’t enough space for chairs for all of the VIP attendees. So the organizers were literally running around looking for chairs and placing them at the end of each row. My mother and I were really lucky to get seats. We were originally supposed to sit in the second row, but by then getting a seat was a miracle.

There was just tons of talking and arguing about getting seats.




The first show we saw was Candice Cuoco’s Belladonna. This collection is perfect for the girl in love with grunge. Her girl is the one you’d see in a black, studded gothic outfit, sticking out in a sea of pink Barbies. While I loved the majority of her collection, some were a bit costumey for my taste. Her collection, however, was probably my favorite from that night.

She was then followed by Danny Nguyen’s Pret-A-Porter. The first five models walked down the runway so fast I wonder if anyone was able to really see anything. Maybe it was because the show was so late? Either way there were a few looks that I really liked. Particularly the long, sparkly dresses. My favorite one, however, was the sparkly matching top and shorts. This collection, although probably my least favorite one from that night, was my favorite in terms of the styling. Each model rocked cornrows, cool printed bags and backpacks, studded shades, and some carried a second pair of shoes hanging from their bag.

The last show of that night was Willfredo Gerado‘s. There were many looks that I liked, such as the black sequin jumpsuit, the long see-through gold dress, and the strapless blush gown. Although some looks seemed quite uninspired to me, overall it was a solid collection. Also, the designer has a really cool name.

Beauty & the Beast necklace from momma.
My #JETLAG face.
Shoes from JustFab.

The next day momma and I originally planned to attend four shows.

The first thing we did before that, however, was visit the one and only Mood. We were so sad that Swatch wasn’t there that day, but we got tons of tees and got to gaze upon an ocean of fabrics.

I then had my hair done at Glam & Go for our next show. It was so pretty. I had nice bouncy curls that made me feel super fancy.

After that we took an Uber to our next location. Except he drove us to the wrong place.

How? I have no idea.

And guess what? It was raining.

And no. I didn’t have a hoodie.

So momma and I literally went around in circles, IN THE RAIN, trying to find the place. We literally asked four different people for help and the first three had us going in different directions. Eventually we got to the event, but almost completely drenched.

But it’s alright. We rocked the drowned rat look.

The event, which was at Studio 450, showcased tons of designers. We were invited to see two shows but ended up only seeing one because we exhausted and wet.

The show we saw was Colour by Nandi Madida. It was an awesome collection. It’s tribal vibe, play with colors, and cool hairstyles made it probably my favorite one overall. Some models even wore Raggedy Ann wigs and many had yellow winged eyeliner.

Momma and I basically decided to go to only one show and chill out together while eating good food.


On the last day of my trip, momma and I went to an amazing and authentic Malaysian restaurant. It was literal Nirvana. We ordered so much food we could barely move. We had prata / roti canai, hot milo, ais kacang, and so much more.

I could’ve died right there and been at peace.

After buying some cheese in Little Italy for Gigi (because Italians are always picky about their cheese), momma and I did one last thing: shop at Forever 21 in Times Square. It was literally all we did until I had to catch my flight back to Dallas.

Being in New York City has always been amazing for me. The first two visits, however, didn’t have my momma. We had an amazing and fun time together in the Big Apple.

I can’t wait for next year’s NYFW.



Lunar New Year


 This past weekend I went back home to celebrate Chinese New Year with my parents.

The original plan was to go home the weekend before that, but I apparently decided to be sick on Valentine’s Day.


Naturally, I stuffed my face with Asian cuisine.

The first night we went to one of the two Malaysian cafes in Chinatown: Mamak.

My soul literally lifted up. I was so full and happy like a pug whose just been fed and/or been given a massage by it’s owner.

After having delicious roti canai / prata (basically Indian pancakes) and nasi lemak (flavored rice with curry chicken, roasted peanuts, anchovies, etc.), I took my parents to a place my high school friends and I frequently go to when we meet up. It’s called Wsup Cafe and it is AMAZING. I’m in love with their strawberry slushy and desserts. They’re most known for their waffle and ice cream meal.

It’s basically Heaven in a cone.

I think I’ve also officially got Momma Bear hooked on their honeydew smoothie.

Sweater is Pinko.

 The next day we went out for some Japanese food and I had one of my favorite dishes ever: chicken katsu.

If you ask anyone who truly knows me, they’ll tell you four things: I love to take naps, I love chocolate, I’m sassy, and I love chicken katsu.

If you have no idea what that is then shame on you!

Go Google it fool!

Feeling red and blue.
Enjoying the chilly New York breeze.

 Afterwards we went to get my stepfather, Gigi, some new jeans ’cause he had like two and one of them had holes so big I thought they were black holes.

Momma Bear was hellbent on getting him to try on skinny jeans and “look cool.”

Now my old school, fifty-something-year-old (gotta keep some things a secret) stepfather who always makes fun of my ripped jeans is walking around in black skinny jeans.

You know, I never knew he actually had legs.



 Yesterday morning Momma Bear and I went to see Black Panther and, in all honesty, was one of the best movies I’ve seen in a really long time.

I won’t give too much away, all I’ll say is that the actors were absolutely amazing at making their characters both hysterical and dignified.

My favorite character was Shuri.

She’s the incredibly intelligent and hilarious younger sister on the main character, T’Challa a.k.a the Black Panther. If you’ve seen the movie, you know what I’m talking about.

It was also just so freakin’ emotional, like I can’t even.


Red coat from Victoria Square in Australia.
Boots from JustFab.

 When I arrived at the airport to go back to Dallas, I arrived thirty minutes before boarding.

Now normally I get to the airport two hours before JUST IN CASE anything happens because life just sucks that way. But this time we didn’t think it was necessary.


Since there was only one officer at security checkpoint, the line was super long and it took me around half an hour to get through. Boarding began at 5:30 and ended at 5:50, so I had like ten minutes to run to my gate.

I had to get to my gate, which was E1, from Terminal C because Gigi thought the two terminals weren’t that far away from one another.

He was a LIAR. It was FAR. I ran like I was being chased by demons or something.

I get there and there are tons of people still sitting in the waiting area. So I ask the lady at the counter whether boarding had begun yet and she said, “No, boarding has been delayed ten minutes.”

I both wanted to laugh and punch someone in the face.

The flight was eventually delayed for like another hour and I didn’t get back until late at night. I was so done with life, you can’t even imagine.


The New Year

Face the new year head on!

I think we can all agree that 2017 was rough.

Like hella rough around the globe.

We have had some of the worst hurricanes in history, faced the most tumultuous presidential election in America thus far, and face an onslaught of hate for anything or anyone that’s different. And that’s not even all of it.

But where there is darkness there is also light not far behind.

Whether it’s the momentous moments, such as the Astros winning post Harvey or the “Nevertheless, She Persisted” movement, or seemingly small ones, like the graduation of the 2017 students, all of them should be celebrated. Especially when everything else seems so bleak.

Shades from Poshmark.
Shoes from an indie boutique in Malaysia.

On a more personal note, 2017 is extremely important to me for many reasons.

It’s the year I graduated high school, the year I started university, and the year I became a legal adult.

With that came many goodbyes, reunions, and beginnings. All of the best kind.

Goodbyes that aren’t “forever,” but rather “for now.”

Reunions that celebrate who we once were and who we’ve become so far.

As well as beginnings that inspire us to look forward to and achieve whatever we set out mind on.

Top from Forever 21.
Culottes from Forever 21.

As a female, Asian immigrant, 2017 has been disheartening given who America elected for president.

It’s not just because the candidate I was rooting for, who yes happened to be female, lost the presidential election. It was the fact that the country I am living in, and have been for the past seven years, elected a president who insults and degrades everything that I am.

It was discouraging to think that I was basically unwelcome in the country that I’ve basically called home for a big portion of my life.


I have to hope for the best but prepare for the worst.

I hope the People understand that acceptance and respect is something that everyone deserves regardless of color, ethnicity, sexual orientation, or gender. In so many aspects we have progressed in terms of equality, like suffrage and just outright freedom. Yet we also have so much farther to go, like the gender pay gap and general courtesy for other human beings.

While I’m fully aware of the racism and sexism that prevails even to this day, and have been victim to it, I truly hope that somehow and in someway we can all rise above the hate and become better than we have ever been in the past.

I have thick skin for what bad things may come my way, but I will also work towards making the world a place wherein everyone is respected for who they are and what they believe.


Regardless of how you feel about 2017, we can all agree that it is a memorable year.

And while it’s important to reflect upon past years, it’s vital that we all also look to the future and work towards making it a better and brighter one.

So here’s to 2018.

Happy new year everyone!

Happy New Year!

Christmas Shopping


One of the things that mark the beginning of adulthood is, in my opinion, the ability to find and purchase Christmas presents for your loved ones. So it’s not just figuring out what they want and where to buy them, but it’s also about the money coming out of your own pocket.

Initially you don’t really feel it. You just spend and spend and spend and get caught up in the fun of it. Everywhere you turn you see something that is perfect for somebody you know. Did they want it? Probably not. Do they need it? Nope.

And then you feel how light your wallet is while waiting in line and you think, “Oh s**t!”

Beret from Poshmark.
Sweater from Forever 21. Thanks Momma Bear!

This year I got some pretty cool gifts if I may say so myself.

And I have.

The person who has always been a struggle getting gifts for is my stepbrother, Gabriel. Usually he says “I don’t know” or nothing at all so we’re left guessing. Hopefully I’ll figure something out. Preferably before Christmas Eve.

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I’m incredibly excited about reuniting with the majority of my high school squad this Christmas too. Every Christmas we have a Secret Santa party and everyone of us receives a gift from another in our group.

We also have this major group chat on FaceBook messenger where we tell our Secret Santa what we like, what we don’t like, what we’d like to have, and other stuff like that. Usually it helps but by now we know each other well enough to know what we might like.

I’m probably more excited about seeing everybody again than the actual receiving of gifts. Not that I’d turn it away either though.

Boots are my Momma’s.
Lips are ROSE DORÉE LIP OIL by One Over One.

Regardless of what you manage to get for others and from them to you, all gifts are pretty awesome given that someone took the time to find something.

Christmas is coming soon!

I’m incredibly excited and I’m sure you are too.

Jeans from an indie boutique in Singapore.


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