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Zara blazer, pants | Wilfred Free tee | Aldo shoes | H&M clutch
Le Chateau white leather cuff | Multi-color bracelet from Egypt

Foot massages. I love them. I went for my first foot massage about 2 years ago, and shortly after, I was addicted. I started going a 2-3 times a month. I had a problem. So I had an intervention, and now, I rarely go. Just recently, a new modern reflexology spa called Foot Lounge just opened. Trouble.

It’s a great lounge. The massages are awesome. But my favorite part is this: they have a masseuse who gives foot readings. Foot what? Readings. In smart people terms, podomancy.

Your feet tell a story. The right is your masculine side, your Ying. It symbolizes work, money, “manly” things. (Debatable.) The left is your feminine side, your Yang. It symbolizes decision making, trust, and other “girly” things. According to my awesome masseuse, my Ying is dominant over my Yang. I’m a manly she-male who sucks at decision making (truth) and trusting people (truth too). To strengthen my Yang, I need to cut down on sweets. Stress causes me to eat sweets, which in turn, clouds my judgement and triggers bad decision making. Note to self: do not mix alcohol and sugar.

Now if I want to manifest my Ying and make it stronger, I need to find a regular social activity. Like, sports. Pleease. I told the masseuse that I do engage in a social activity. It’s called blogging. Apparently, sitting in front of your computer alone for hours is not a social activity. What?

Anyways, while I’m getting my massage and podomany on, I’m feeling all zen and shit. Our deep, intellectual conversation about my life is suddenly interrupted: [in Chinese] ”WAAAAAH! You need to get a lymph node massage!!! Your legs are sooo FAT!” Yup. That’s a typical traditional Chinese woman for you. Mind you, during the foot massage you could only see my calves. So now I have fat calves too, right under my fat thighs. Common theme?

My BFF and I did burst out laughing though. No offence taken.

XO,

PS – I thought this outfit was appropriate for the post because it’s bold and strong. Since I’m manly and all.

Top Shop jacket | Boutique sweater | Aldo boots, bangles
Joe’s jeggings | H&M headband | Spring bag

[ Photos by Daddy ]

It snowed over the weekend. Snow seems to have a different effect on you when you get older. Although the sight of it is pretty, most of the thoughts that go through my head…. aren’t. When it snows, life can become a nuisance. It gets complicated, and put on hold. I parked my car in front of my house, which happens to be on a hill. Shortly after, I came out to see my car slanted with the trunk sticking out into the road. (And this is not because I’m a bad driver. Yes, I’m Chinese.) My car had slid… down the hill. But thanks to driving school, I turned the wheel when I parked and prevented my car from sliding all the way down the hill, into traffic. See, adult problems. Luckily, it usually doesn’t snow that much in Vancouver.

With the little bit of snow we got, I decided it would be nice to do an outfit post, outside, with the white stuff. Taking photos outside can be a hassle when you’re an only child. I have no one to ask to ask for help, and I refuse to set up my tripod in the cold, while strangers gawk and WTF me as they stroll by. But I do have parents. I made my dad take pictures of me with the snow. Genius. But awkward. And yes, he was all like, WTF. Oddly enough, I didn’t give him any direction. He just worked it. He must read my awesome blog. Hi, Daddy.

XO,

Sparkle + Fade jacket | Forever 21 tee | American Apparel leggings | Kate Spade bag
Love Bunnie necklace | Aldo shoes, rings | Marc by Marc ring

Bling, bling. Money ain’t a thing…. if you’re a shopper extraordinaire like me. I love a good sales and finding good deals. Who doesn’t?? And if you don’t… then I don’t know what to tell you, other then you’re interesting. :)

Sale shopping is dangerous though. You can end up with a lot of stuff you won’t wear, just because it was “OMG, such a good deal!” If you don’t get any wear out of it, was it really a good deal? Or just a waste of money? Think about that one.  I’ve been severely guilty of buying things just because they were on sale, but since my closet started running out of space and being occupied by pieces that had no ROI, I started to do this: Shop sales without looking at signs or price tags. If you wouldn’t look at it at regular price, why would you buy it on sale?

Which brings me to my next point: Style is not accompanied by a price tag. I don’t know why some people just don’t get it. The jacket and shoes I’m wearing were all purchased on sale. And the glasses? They’re from Marquee. Yes, the club in Las Vegas. But who would ever know? So, just because you’re dressed head-to-toe in designer doesn’t mean you look good. I hate to break it to you, but you have to actually have, um, a sense of style.

Which brings me, to another point: Where is this shopping fund coming from? In Vancouver, there is a large chunk of girls who are always rocking the most expensive shoes, the nicest bags and the newest designer trends. And I get it — some come from wealthy families, some have “awesome” boyfriends (debatable) and others simply work hard and smart for it. Fine. But what about the ones that don’t fall in either category? How do you do it? Why do you do it? Are you broke? Do you have a plan for “making it on your own?” Does that even matter?

I did the 5 day shoe challenge. Just kidding. I don’t know what I did but I ended up with 5 new pairs of shoes within 5 days. If my mom saw this post, she’d kill me. I have a shoe addiction, but that’s no secret. Remember this post?

Capecoral, Aldo

Sharonii, Matiko

Holtan, Aldo

Classics, Toms Shoes

Zoey, Vera Wang Lavender

The funny thing is this is just a small portion of my shoes, and I only have 2 feet. How does shit like this happen? Well in my defense, 3 out of the 5 shoes were Christmas gifts, which I’m totally okay with. I don’t mind being spoiled. I have to admit I’m a bit intimidated by the Matiko wedge booties (yes, there’s a hidden wedgie inside) and the sequin Toms. I’m not sure if I know how to… pull them off. But fortunately for me, it’s been raining like hell in Vancouver for the past week so I have some time to muster up the courage (and outfit) to rock them.

Any suggestions? If you had any of these shoes, what would you wear with them?

XO,

H&M romper | Priorities Blazer | Aldo shoes, bracelet | Love Bunnie headband
Kate Spade bag | Michael Kors watch | Club Monaco belt

When I was younger, I remember my aunt telling me that that I should coin this phrase: I don’t know. And don’t get me wrong. I’m not dumb. (I tried to prove it in this post.) I know some things. I’m just indecisive. Really. Really. Really, indecisive.

Some people just know. They know what they’re going to wear each morning. They know which color shoe they prefer. They know which flavor of ice cream they’re going to order. And it’s easy for them to choose what to do when given options on a day with… nothing to do. Me? I can’t even decide what kind of food I feel like eating if I’m not craving anything in particular. And once I’m there, I can’t decide what to order. I suck.

You know what else sucks? Those other people who really know. They just do. And I don’t mean about the unimportant things in life. I mean real shit. These people are all-knowing on an elite level. These are the people that grow up knowing all their life that they want to be a lawyer. And they do it. Then there the others. Those that meet someone and within a short period of time, they too, know. Apparently when you know, you just know.

So what’s the secret?

For one, I graduated years ago, and honestly, I still don’t know what I want to do. When I was in high school, I thought I wanted to be a doctor. Or a pharmacist. Clearly, I’m not. I’m blogging. For fun. Who would have thought?

I had a conversation with my GF the other day and she had the same question. How do you just know? How do you know if he’s the one? What if you think you might know. Is that knowing? Or is there some ultimate force that takes over and makes you 100% sure? Do you trust yourself enough to make that decision? Because I don’t. I “knew” once.  And it @#$%’d me over. Now I’m just scarred for life. Traumatized. All-unknowing. That’s another story for another day.

I think a part of the issue is that I’m a perfectionist. I want everything to be perfect, to be right. So, I can over-analyze things. Sometimes. As a result, I don’t know what I want because I’m scared to make the wrong decision. And I can’t figure out what’s best for me. And maybe I’m scared of failure. Which can in turn, cause failure. So what am I to do? Take a leap of faith and risk making a very bad decision? Or play it safe and miss out on opportunities? Are you supposed to think with your head, or your heart? I have a problem. Maybe I’m going through my quarter life crisis. At least that, I know.

What about you? Do you know?

XO,

Forever 21 sequin dress | Aldo shoes | Joe Fresh bracelet

It couldn’t have been better. My quarter century birthday was perfect. No, almost better than perfect. (Minus a few VIB’s that didn’t make it out, and some reservation mishaps.) I’m not usually the type to do anything big or extravagant. In fact, a couple of my last birthdays were so lame that I didn’t want to be there. Cereal. I also may or may not have been in the best mood… but still. They kinda @#$%ing sucked.

So this year being the milestone that it is, I wanted to have some fun, because frankly I think I deserve some fun. And by fun, I mean… VEGAS! Okay, so my posts are a little backwards. I was in Vegas for Halloween and my actual birthday. It was epic, amazing and I promise to post it soon.

Back home in Vancouver though, I celebrated at Charm Modern Thai which we turned into a little bit of… the Bunnie Bar. I’ve never had a birthday so, so pink. With awesome food, awesome service and a whole lot of ridiculously awesome people, it really was an awesome time. Well, I think so anyways, but what do I remember. ;) Get ready to be bunnie bombed with photos!

Your eyes are not lying. It’s Bunnie Bar in lights, by Danny Boy aka Dan Lin

Red velvet cupcakes by Steph Sia of Dolce Delights

The one and only, @chinsquared.

Gorgeous ladies, including @jenliu604, @RiannaAbadia  and @ko0ty

@KueC and @RickChung from RickChung.com | @DezChen, my best man!

And there you have it, the most epic Bunnie Bar party EVAR. Thanks to everybunny — my amazing friends, my tweethearts and the new faces that came to celebrate with me! You really made my 25th THAT much better. Loves you all.

XO,

PS. I made it through the night alive on my own two feet and a few spoons of pad thai. I partied like it was my birthday, and so did a few others. Epic.