If Bliss Could Be A Color, It’d Be Amalfi Blue


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.


Our first class trip was to Souther Italy, otherwise known as Campania.

One of the few places we went to was Amalfi Coast. It’s famous for it’s delicious lemons and gorgeous beaches. We spent the morning strolling around, visiting churches and eating delicious lemon treats. My favorite was the lemon-flavored granita, which is basically a fancy version of a slushy.


We were told that the Amalfi beach inspired many Greek stories, like the Sirens in The Odyssey. The day was unbearably hot and humid, making the blue waters that much more welcoming. We all practically ran towards the cool waters, with sweat dripping down our faces and backs.

As beautiful as it was, however, the waves were hella wild. They kept throwing us against the sharp boulders, covered with mushy algae and sea urchins. I even almost fully stepped on one. Eventually I just gave up actual swimming and stuck to the shore.

The sand there wasn’t even sand either. It was instead small pebbles that burned like the sun and were painful to walk on barefoot.

Some kids even went cliff diving. In theory this is a pretty cool (probably insane) idea. If it weren’t for the height. Or the 20 minute nonstop swim to it. Or the crazy waves. Or the sharp boulders. One of us even hurt their leg and had to put it in a cast. A lot of us also got cuts and bruises.

The Amalfi Coast, while gorgeous, was not in the least relaxing or calm.


We ended the trip in Positano, where some of my favorite memories are.

Like the dance parties in the hotel lobby and the sunset watching at the beach. Especially the beach.

It was about a five minute walk from the hotel we were staying at, and almost everyone wanted to watch the sunset there for our last night of the trip. The beach, unlike the one at Amalfi, was calm. With soft sand and warm waves that gently rocked us about.

The sky was magnificent. A complete gradient of colors that reflected off of the waters like an impressionistic painting. One moment it would be orange and yellow, and in another purple and pink. With this as our gorgeous backdrop, everyone sang songs and acted like complete fools. For that one night everyone let loose before heading back to work the following morning.


It’s Official. I’ve Survived.

Shades from Urban Outfitters.
What’s good?

I have officially survived my first year of university.

And I don’t just mean in terms of grades, but emotionally too. I never knew college could be just as dramatic as high school. But it’s also a lot more fun (no, not that kind of fun).

I mean campfires, dance parties, Whataburger runs, and late night cram sessions.


College is in some ways exactly what I expected:

There are people who party and drink way too much.

All-nighters are a lot more common then I thought.

The appeal in sleeping in and skipping class is a real danger.

Asking for extensions is a thing.

Cafeteria food sucks.

Microwaveable ramen and mac ‘n’ cheese are lifesavers. And pizza.

And microwaves in general.

Jacket from Forever 21.
Cuff from Malaysia.
Booties are Betsey Johnson.

But in some ways college isn’t what I expected:

College kids are waaayyy nicer than high schoolers (as long as they’re not crazy drunks).

The assumption that for every professor there are a bajillion students is bull.

Lecture halls are not necessarily the default classroom.

Sometimes ordering food really is the better option.

Psychotic roommates are not always a thing (love you Sarah!).


This year has most definitely had its challenges.

I mean, change is always difficult to adapt to.

Like being away from my mother (who is the light of my life), no longer seeing my high school squad everyday, being able to eat jasmine rice (yes, this is a legitimate issue), and having a shower bigger than a bathroom stall.


But there’s also the ability to personalize one’s schedule, have free hot chocolate whenever I want, going out in my pajamas, and taking classes that I’m actually interested in (psychology).

While I’m most definitely going to miss my university squad, I’m glad to have three months free from schoolwork.

I’m gonna need it for next year.


My Poor Tummy

Ring from Taylor Swift’s reputation merchandise. Bought by my stepbrother. 🙂
Coat from Forever 21.

Last Saturday night was UD’s Spring Formal dance.

The plan was to go with some of my friends, wear this super pretty gown, and my first pair of heels that I absolutely adore!

Things don’t always work out though.


After a couple of my friends and I went shopping, we had a late lunch at a place called The Corner Market. It has delicious food (sandwiches, muffins, and tortellini) and the place is just overall  very charming.

When we finished, however, my stomach started to hurting really badly.

I initially thought it was because I ate too much, so I just kind of brushed it off.

But when we were on the way back to campus, I suddenly felt the need to throw up. Luckily I had a paper bag with me so I wouldn’t mess up my friend’s car. And yes, I did puke. It was not my finest moment.

Turns out I had the stomach flu. AND it was the first time ever for me.

I proceeded to throw another few times later on.

Boots bought at Target.

While I was throwing for the second time, I thought about asking my roommate, Sarah, to take my place instead so the money wouldn’t go to waste. She did and looked awesome, despite having to get ready in like twenty minutes.

I have to say, having the stomach flu is incredibly painful. Call me a wuss, but I’m pretty sure I almost cried at one point.

Eventually I fell asleep (thank God).

I woke up around the time everyone got back, which was around one in the morning. By then I felt INFINITELY better. And then I proceeded to pass out again.

Leggings from Zara.
Dress from an indie boutique in Malaysia.

I couldn’t bring myself to eat anything but crackers for a while.

I don’t think I can stomach tortellini or anything with sun dried tomato. At least not for a LOOOOOONG time.

Also, I would not wish a stomach flu on my worst enemy. I mean, it was REALLY awful.


Spring Beginnings


Spring has finally arrived!

For the first time in my eight years living in Texas, winter actually felt like winter. I mean it was consistently cold too!

Even though I am ready to wear lighter clothing, I am not excited by the army of pollen headed my way.

I’ve been so congested that my hearing was muffled for a few days.

Necklace was a birthday pressie 🙂

Over the weekend my parents and I attended a family friend’s wedding.

Well, technically the family friend’s daughter. But, same thing.

Initially we didn’t think I was invited so I didn’t go. But when it came time for dinner, my mother saw that the seat next to her had my nameplate on it. So naturally I got dressed in five minutes and went off in an Uber.

I managed to get to the venue during the first course. It was salad though so I didn’t really care.


The night was loooong, but a lot of fun.

Watching my mother and my stepfather dance was kind of like watching Leonard and Penny from The Big Bang Theory. It was cute and funny tough.

The wedding had Mardi Gras dancers with masks the light up for the guests, tons of food and drinks, a HUGE cake, s’mores on the balcony, an elaborate performance customary for Muslim weddings, and a crap ton of candles.

It was a beautiful fire hazard.

Lips is One Over One’s Scarlet Bloom Lip Oil.
Coat from Forever 21.
Dress from Poshmark.
Boots from an indie boutique.

Afterwards I headed back to my college squad and the bonfire party.

We sang (badly) and danced the night (and morning) away.

A huge congratulations to the happy couple and a huge “thank you” for the invitation!


“I Miss Those Hoes.”

Dress from Forever 21.

One of the hardest things about leaving for university is saying goodbye to the friends you’ve known for the past four years.

But by now it’s not just the friends at home you miss, but the ones you’ve now made at university/college.

I found that while I was home I missed my college friends.

And now that I’m back at school I miss my friends from home.


As a kid who moved around a lot, saying “Goodbye” is a guaranteed thing to do.

I can’t say that I’ve become accustomed to farewells, but rather having a friend for a few months or so before heading off to a new year. But even when I finally settled down at age 10, I realized that not all friendships will last or are meant to.


Over time you learn that there are different types of friendships you’ll have in your lifetime.

For me, I’ve had: acquaintances, the ones you talk to (and probably only) in class, friend-of-a-friend friends, the ones you can live with not communicating with for a long time but still be friendly with, the snakes, the ones you tolerate, the ones who tolerate you, and, of course, true friends.

Choker from Creations for a Cause.
Shades from Poshmark.

Much to your chagrin, you’ve probably encountered many snakes or may have (unfortunately) been one without realizing it.

Snakes are the friends in sheep’s clothing that take a bite out of you whenever they please. They are the ones who stab you in the back and/or are the ones who become sour when a friendship is over.

If we are all being honest, no one is eternally immune from being petty or bitchy at some point in there life. You lash out when you feel you’ve been wronged, which, I think we can all agree, happens a lot. Or perhaps you do so because you’re hurt or feel just incredibly awkward about the whole ordeal.

Regardless of the reasoning, I’ve learned that I can sometime be a snake when I feel any of those things. I realized that I need to be better at being the better person, regardless of how the ex-friend may be acting themselves.


Sometimes you find yourself being friends with someone just for the sake of having a friend. I’ve found myself in a few friendships in the past wherein I had nothing in common with the other person, did not even genuinely like that person, and/or was a friend because they were a friend-of-a-friend.

And I’m sure that I was on the receiving end in some friendships too.

So why do we spend time with people we aren’t true friends with?

Why are we friends for the sake of having a friend?

There is probably more than one answer, but I’ll let you ponder on that for yourself.

Lipstick is By Terry called Chocolate Tea.
Sneakers are Vans.

Now I put the last one as “true” rather than “best” for a reason.

I’ve come to learn that you may not have just one best friend, but perhaps a few or even a small group. Therefore “best” doesn’t really fit anymore (at least not for me), and thus I instead call them true friends. The ones you genuinely miss and turn to when anything insane happens around or towards you.

They are the ones you actually enjoy being with for the sake of their presence and will stay regardless of what others say about you (because hopefully they know you better).


I will most definitely miss my family, my friends, and my sleeping time.

But I’m excited to see my university friends and order Chinese food at a Godforsaken hour, listen to Martha’s country playlist or Taylor Swift’s reputation album, make late night runs to the Shell gas station across the street, have throwback movie nights, go to UD’s weekly Thursday themed parties, as well as make pancakes and hot chocolate on Sunday mornings.

Good luck to everyone on their second semester!


The Final Battle

Are you ready for it?


It is officially Finals Week at the University of Dallas.

And it is absolute Hell.

First of all I’ve been sick since last Wednesday! I’m still not completely well, but I’m much better considering I’m no longer coughing so hard I almost throw up.

Yeah, not so great.

And of course it had to happen right before my final exams.

It was so bad I that I wasn’t able to have a decent night of sleep for days. I also managed to finish a whole bottle of Robitussin in less than a week. I had another one but by then I was feeling so much better. Plus two of friends started getting sick and finished it all in three days. #TRUEFRIENDSHIP #SICKFRIENDSSTICKTOGETHER

Shades from an indie boutique.
Dress from Esprit.

Today I had my Psychology exam and then my Italian exam.

On Saturday I have my two hardest subjects: Literary Traditions I (basically English I) and Philosophy (specifically about the ethical life). My Lit. Trad. exam basically covers The Iliad, The Odyssey, The Aeneid, as well as Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. It’s supposed to encompass tons of stuff, but the scariest portion of it are the quotes. They literally all sound the same to me even though I read them all! And then there’s Philosophy. It’s my worst subject. It covers two of the philosophers I’ve learned: Aristotle and Thomas Aquinas. The majority of the exam is an oral one. There are 45 questions to memorize on the off chance that my professor asks 5 to 10 of them. The rest of the exam is an essay that I literally wrote a day before it was due.

Sunday is my only day off.

Next Monday I have Euclidean/Non-euclidean Geometry. Yay.

But after that I get to go home for a whole month! I can’t wait to be home with my Momma Bear. And then there’s Christmas!!!



Side note: A huge thank you to Ettika for the gorgeous necklace (pictured below).

It’s absolutely stunning!

Eclipse Goddess Gold Choker from Ettika.
Shoes from JustFab.

My first semester in college has flown by so quickly!

It honestly feels like it was yesterday I was moving into my dorm.

While there are some classes I’ll miss because of the pretty cool people I’ve met, I’m also excited for my second semester classes.

So good luck to every student out there who’s suffering too!

Hopefully we’ll make it out alive.


I Am Powerful lipstick by RealHer.

Charity Week

Waiting for my turn like…

This past week has been Charity Week at the University of Dallas.

There have been ton of events and activities held throughout the week wherein the money has been raised for a children’s foundation in Houston, Texas. Whoot, whoot!

There was a dancethon, a 5K marathon, a male auction, and tons of mini booths that vary every other day.

Welcome to Birds Barbershop.

On Monday night there was a Lip Sync Battle inspired by Jimmy Fallon’s famous skit.

There was a rock and roll band, an Elsa impersonator, a Single Ladies performance (by a guy), Lizzie McGuire’s What Dreams Are Made Of, and a node to Hannah Montana.

It was most definitely an interesting way of ending a Monday.


There is also this thing called “Jail.”

It’s literally a wooden jail made by UD people that was painted to look like there was a Kraken within.

Basically for every dollar donated, a person can be “jailed” for a certain amount of hours. It can be students and/or professors. Professors are also given the opportunity to go to the Faculty Jail, which is basically a few feet away with drinks and snacks.

Counting down the seconds.

The first person I helped put in jail was my Literary Traditions I professor. He didn’t even bring his stuff because he knew it was coming.

Classes can be cancelled by throwing professors in jail if every student in class donated a dollar. It’s literally a “We’re all in this together” moment. Students are also supposed to escort their professor to the jail.

When my class got there, there was a history class that was explaining why there professor was being put into jail: early morning class, homework, papers, etc. The professors were clearly amused as they booed the student talking.

Choker from Forever 21.
Hey there.
Lips courtesy of Laqa and Co. called NINZA.

I also helped put my Philosophy and the Ethical Life professor, whose a nun.

And no, I had no remorse for putting a nun in jail.

Only seven people from my class showed up to find a letter and no professor.

She apparently decided to hide from us but left us hints as to where she was. We found her eventually in the Art Village but dang, I sweat a lot that morning.


My Euclidean/Non-euclidean Geometry professor had a similar idea.

He showed up but handed out a worksheet we had to figure out. It was a set of statement with corresponding numbers that we had to figure out. Once we determined a number, we had to text our professor the number in exchange for his location.

Apparently we were too fast.

He wanted to grade our midterm exams but never got around to it.

Boom! *insert mic drop*

There’s always time to chill.


Caps is Urban Outfitters via Poshmark.
Shoes is Surface to Air via Poshmark.

The last professor I put in jail was my Italian I professor.

I almost felt bad for him because he’s always in a suit and the jail is outside in the Texas heat. Almost.

Apparently there was also another Italian professor who in revenge for being jailed, she in turn jailed all her students. Damn.

Cistercian monks at my school also try to escape the jail every year by running away or breaking out. They’re very dedicated.

There was also someone who payed a two hundred dollars to jail two hundred random people who pass by the jail. Both genius and frightening.


Anyways, I hope next year’s Charity Week is just as fun as this years.

I can’t wait to jail people again!

Jumpsuit form Forever 21.

Eve in Wonderland

Shades from Urban Outfitters. Choker from Free People and necklace from Etsy.

I bought this dress in Malaysia for the sole purpose of taking pictures in it.

The round, red roses to the polka dots to its funky edge screams Alice in Wonderland.

To me at least.


A couple of weeks ago during psychology class, while my professor was checking attendance he asked to speak with me after class.

Naturally I started freaking out because just moments before he mentioned having graded all our tests already. I thought that meant I had failed so badly that I was going to be dropped from the class.

So I could barely concentrate during class because I was fretting over what my professor wanted to speak to me about.


So at the very end of class I go up to him and he says, “Are you famous?”

This obviously catches me off guard.

Then he asks if I really do have 50 thousand followers and if I have a blog.

It turns out that one of his daughters knows who I am and asked about me! My professor connected the dots: Eve, psychology major, University of Dallas. It’s me!

Rings are from indie boutiques.
Whip it!

I was so relieved that I wasn’t in trouble!

I told my professor and he thought it was pretty amusing. I did too, afterwards of course.

By the way, I ended up getting a B on that test.


Bowing out.

It’s Going Down


It’s that time already.

Midterm exams.

I literally look back on the past month or so and think “What the hell have I been learning?” Have no fear momma, I somewhat know what I need to do.


Sweater from H&M.
Romper from Forever 21.

I have five classes total.

There’s Euclidean/Non-Euclidean Geometry, whose midterm I’m having on Wednesday (God bless my soul). It’s not hard but it’s easy to fail too. Comforting.

Then there’s Foundations of Psychology as a Human Science whose midterm is sometime this week.

And the Italian I on Friday, which compared to my other classes should be okay.

Then I’ve got Literary Traditions I which is sometime soon too, I think.

And finally, there’s Philosophy and the Ethical Life which is on either Wednesday or Friday. It’s an oral exam that is about 20 minutes long and concerning Plato’s Republic. You people better pray for me ’cause I’m going to need it.

Strut like you mean it.

So that’s my schedule for next week.

But on the bright side I get to go home that weekend. 🙂

There are two things I’m excited about: my momma and her cooking.

Not gonna lie, I need my momma’s food like my granny does with her lipsticks and hair dye (I love you, Granny!).

Shades form an indie boutique. Lipstick courtesy of Laqa and Co. called TOOTS.
Bracelet made by my friend, RJ.
Booties are Jeffrey Campbell.

I hope everyone has a great week and good luck to everyone on their midterms.

We’re gonna need it.




“We, the Senior Class


Memorial High School,

proudly announce our

Graduation Ceremony

Saturday afternoon, May twenty-seventh

Two Thousand Seventeen

one o’clock

Don Coleman Coliseum

1050 Dairy Ashford

Houston, Texas 77079″

Dress from H&M.
Me and my Momma Bear.

It has been over a week since I graduated from high school and it still hasn’t sunk in yet.

I remember the lines and lines of teens Snapchatting and babbling and hugging one another as we sweat in our caps and gowns.

The feeling of being in a fishbowl surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of people.

The coliseum was filled with the friends and families of about 630 students, waving maniacally with their handmade posters and joyous clapping.

Bracelet from Anthropologie.

There were a few speeches given at the start of the ceremony. I admit that I didn’t know most of the people that were speaking… All I know is that they held some sort of important position in the school district. Apart from them two of our eighteen valedictorians spoke as well.

Out of all the speeches made only two things stood out to me:

The mention of our deceased classmate, Kobi Pickett (I didn’t really know her but bless her soul), who passed during our sophomore year,

and the mention of a quote by Ellen DeGeneres:

“Never follow anyone else’s path, unless you’re in the woods and you’re lost and you see a path. Then by all means follow that path.”


It still hasn’t hit me that I’m attending college in the fall and that I won’t see my friends and family on a daily basis anymore.

I also have not cried yet.

A friend of mine cried ten times on our last day of school (yes I actually counted). I, along with maybe one or two of my friends, did not cry at all. We talked about how inhuman we felt compared to our other friends who bawled frequently. But I suppose I’ll cry when I officially move into the University of Dallas in August. It’ll hit me when my mother and I say goodbye (don’t start crying Momma Bear!).

Lipstick is 397 BERRY NOIR (Matte Berry) by Lancôme.
Cap and gown from Balfour.

Overall I’m excited at the prospect of attending college and officially graduating from high school.

From the classes with a quiz and test every week, to the pressures of trying to be in at least the Top 15% and above (I was in the Top 20%; I just missed it grrr), to discerning what your rank is, then trying to get the AP scores you need/want, to blah blah blah blah …..

It was a struggle not just because of the competitive nature high school establishes, but also the feeling of inferiority that comes with it when you think others are succeeding whereas you are not.

But regardless of how tough it was, I, and my fellow classmates, stuck to it and made it!

With these last words a valedictorian of ours said:

“Let’s live!”

Ready. I think.
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