I overestimated the time I needed to get ready so I had time to camwhore and blog while blasting Adele in my hotel room. I'm all dressed up and ready to go be my fabulous self tonight and leave a good impression. 


This outfit was put together by going to lots of random stores in China. Regular purple racerback tank top ($29), black sheer cardigan for $49 (the AC in restaurants is always super cold but I'd sooo use that excuse to snuggle with Ryan, ha!), printed shorts with cute little birds ($129) and Converse ($375.) 


These shorts are probably my favourite purchase. :)


A barely made up face with my HG Covergirl mascara, Laura Mercier tinted moisturizer and my favourite lipstick from The Body Shop. (@jani_ce I wish I brought Naked 2 along with me.) Have a lovely day. 

My mosquito bites count is currently at 15. I've only been here for eight bloody days and am being eaten alive. How am I gonna last until June 2nd?! My vanity comes into play because I am concerned about scars from the bites.

This trip has brought out so many different emotions mostly brought on by sleep deprivation, extreme heat and people I'm supposedly related to. I've seen so many things by leaving my happy bubble. The outside world is a scary place that I don't want to know. I just want to go home and be the best version of me that I can be. But I will never forget the things I saw. "The horror the horror." 

I've firmly made up my mind that I'm never coming back to "this place" again. Unless it's because you want me to. Otherwise no. 

What are your thoughts on it? I'm curious because my lovely mother is in the process of selling me off to my international student roommate's older brother who is exactly my age. (Her words paraphased - you're 22, your time is ticking.) I've arrived to China in one piece and arranged marriages is a hot topic.

Before, I never understood why anyone would ever agree to one if they weren't dirt poor (read as: if they had any other option). Now that I'm seeing firsthand some of these things, maybe it's not the awful thing I thought it to be. I've always pegged myself as a hopeless romantic and that true love is this wonderful thing and anything less is unacceptable.  The reality is that half the marriages end in divorce anyways. I could've sworn that I read somewhere in class that the stat for divorce in arranged marriage is significantly lower. Perhaps companionship, mutual respect and security is enough. What if I choose the wrong guy that I was "in love" with? Okay, I think the heat is affecting my brain.