(This was actually written two years ago and I honestly don’t know why I haven’t posted this until now)

I’m starting to become fairly annoyed when I hear females say stuff like “I’m just one of those guys” or “I’m not like most girls”.

I just think we, as women, are giving men too much credit here. Very often, I’ll stumble across a Facebook status or a blog entry pointing out how much of a tomboy they are, or how they’re “like, one of the guys” or that they “never wear any makeup.”

While I’m certain there are straight women out there who really do “think” and “act” like a man, and it’s obviously OK to feel that way, I just don’t think it’s necessary to brag about it as if it was some kind of an accomplishment, when, on the other end, you don’t hear straight men say they prefer wearing skirts, they get along with females more than males, and that they feel like their “one of the girls” because they like going on Pinterest all and watching the Oscars.

I swear, being a girl and acting like one isn’t that bad. In fact, I think it’s awesome really.

This use to be a funny-sounding word until the entire internet started using it for every innocuous and mundane activity. I see it just about everywhere in Facebook statuses, picture captions and Instagram bios. It’s a bummer when a special word gets used so loosely that it has become exceptionally annoying to read and hear.

No. You did not get into shenanigans last night when alls you did was hung out with your friends and laugh hysterically about sharing your favorite episodes of How I Met Your Mother.

No. I won’t follow your Instagram profile because it’s apparently “full of shenanigans” when it only consist of selfies, food, and the occasional airplane window.

Just stahp. Y’all are making me sad.

Hey guys, happy new years! I wish I had time to write a recap of 2013 (as I usually do for every year) but I was on vacation, spending the majority of the time in the bay area with my boyfriend. Here are some of the pictures I took!


We ate at Old Port Lobster Shack in Redwood City and had the most delicious lobster ever. The dipping sauce was pretty much all buttery butter butterific goodness…mmm mmmm mmmm. I also now know how to properly open a lobster up thanks to this place.


It seems like everybody I know is getting cats and I’m just here taking pictures of them. This is my boyfriend’s friend’s new kitty. Her name is Haru and she is absolutely a precious little thing.


Oh downtown San Francisco, why are you so stupidly packed!? And why is your Macy’s store so glamorous?


People be ice skating. Speaking of which, I’ve never went ice skating before. >_<


We went to Kingdom of Dumpling in San Francisco, and guys, this place is incredible. Don’t let this shabby small, hole-in-the-wall type of place fool you because everything in here is so good it makes me want to cry. We ordered two different dumplings–one of them was a “soup” kind where it was filled with soup broth. You would bite a small hole out of it to suck the soup in it. We also ordered garlic fried string beans and green onion fried pancake. Super amazingly delicious.


Just me and my boo in Monterey (outside of the Bay Area though), minutes before getting seated to eat some fine clam chowder.


So we were using the Google Maps app to drive back home. Oddly, Google Girl (as we’d like to call her), the voice that directs us, told us to make an exit on the freeway we were on even though we were nooooo where near close to home. We ended up driving on an off road where it seemed a little more on the country side, something that us city folks are not use to seeing. Then Google Girl made us drive back to the freeway we were originally on. Weird. Perhaps she wanted us to stop and enjoy the scenery? Either way, at least I got a good picture out of it (pic above).