An Outfit, Some Ice Cream, and A Bucket of Margarita (Sweet Jesus + The Porch)

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It's been a hot minute since I've put fingers to keyboard and written a blog post. The past few months have been quite trying for me, and while this is no excuse...this is my excuse. Well, my life hasn't been so much as difficult as it has been confusing. And this has somehow led to a terrible bout of writer's block. But I digress.

For now, I'd like to dive back into the blogging world with a simple post about food and fashion.

I wore this outfit and went to these places with no intentions of blogging any of it, but here I am. I figured iPhone quality snapshots are better than none at all.

How to Fall Out of Love

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In a way, falling in love is easy. You just let yourself free-fall from a cliff and let gravity do its job. It’s like a magnet drawing you in, and you can’t fight it or force it.

Falling out of love is harder.

You have to pull yourself up from something that’s sucking you in. You have to move against the current.

Sometimes I wonder if I would be better at this cycle of in-and-out-of-love had I gotten an earlier start at it. I was twenty years old the first time I fell in love, a young age by all means. But most people, as far as I know, learn the repertoire of love and heartbreak at a much more tender age.

My Makeup Bag: March 2016

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Sometimes I get stuck in a beauty rut – the same lather, rinse, and repeat for months on end. This is typical of me during the winter months, when my face is hidden behind layers. Come spring, however, and I am ready for a rebirth. Ok, this sounds much deeper than it actually is – I'm just here to list out the beauty products I've gathered over the past month or so, and have been dutifully using and loving. You know...shallow, vain stuff. Enjoy!

21 Things I've Learned in 21 Years: #1

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I’ve always hated birthdays. Birthdays mean expectations, and I’m not great with those. I prefer to avoid attention on my birthdays in hopes of avoiding disappointment. But this year, my 21st year, I decided that birthdays should mean reflection.

I celebrated my 21st birthday just this past Monday. And I know I didn’t magically become a different person at the turn of the clock, but for the first time ever, I feel like birthdays mean something – they mark your evolution as a person.

I think it is important for me to reflect and document the lessons I’ve learned over the years, for me to be able to look back at a past version of myself and see how far I’ve come. I’m not claiming that I’m as wise as Yoda, but I’m proud to admit that I think I am a much better person and in a much better place than I was, say, 3 years ago.  

And so, here is the first out of twenty-one things I’ve learned in 21 years.


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This is the story of my first love and my first heartbreak.

We (let’s call him G) met on a dating app, you can decide which one. It wasn’t tainted with the kind of tawdriness that sometimes comes with virtual love – after all, at the time, we were never in the same place for more than a few days. While I was leaving Montreal for Spring Break, G was arriving. And by the time I came back, he had already gone back to Beijing where he was studying, half way around the world.

We clicked right away. We had debates about things most didn’t talk about on their fifteenth date, much less their first online conversations. We joked around like we had known each other for years. I just got him, and he me. It wasn’t love at first sight, but for me, maybe love at first text.

All through the distance, we talked. At first just once in a while, but then more and more. I remember walking on icy snow banks that February, shamefully confessing to my friend that I believed I found my soul-mate. I’m not sure I had even believed in the idea of soul-mates until that moment. And even if things like destiny, fate, and that wretched thing called love did exist, surely, you’re not supposed to find love on a dating app. You’re not supposed to fall so quickly and so hard either. Especially for someone you’ve never even met face-to-face.

My Medicine Cabinet: Winter Skincare Routine (Face)

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Winter is here. 

For me, here in the Montreal tundra, that means dry, cracked skin. Not attractive. I have dry, sensitive skin and eczema to begin with, and coupled with the harsh winter winds, the moisture-sucking heaters... well now, that's just a terrible combination. Luckily, after much trial and error, I've found the almost-perfect winter skincare routine, and here it is!

Mod Preppy

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Call me a cynic, but I had already whipped out my Canada Goose jacket by October 1st, expecting temperatures to drop below zero by mid-autumn. 

But Montreal has been kind to us this year! It's mid-December now, and while these photos were taken a few weeks ago, I haven't traded in my thigh-high boots for my Sorels yet. *knock on wood*