I’ve been seeing this trend lately in movies, the male figure is, let’s say, not-so-good-looking. Guys like Seth Rogan, Jonah Hill, Jon Favreau, Vince Vaughn, Jason Segal. These men do not have washboard abs. They aren’t 10′s - per se. And you definitely wouldn’t think to see them with girls like Kristen Bell, Jennifer Aniston, Amber Heard, Mila Kunis, Jaime Pressly. (They also all seem to have really curly hair?) So why are they so likeable? Why do they always seem to get the pretty girl?  Continue reading →

This must be the worst day of my life. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going. Today I found out my man is cheating on me. And I have proof.

I should have seen the signs: coming home late, sneaking away to “go to the store”, being gone for an hour but coming home with just a gallon of milk. There were times when I thought I’d heard him talking in his sleep about it, but I couldn’t be sure.

Today though… today I knew. And I confronted him. Continue reading →

We recently covered holiday tipping, but what about regular old restaurant tipping? I think I’m generally pretty fair, and I try to give 15 to 20 percent with every meal, but I think everyone has their breaking point, some more justified than others.

Here are some of the reasons I sometimes leave a bad tip: Continue reading →

I have a shopping addiction.

It’s like alcoholism. How dare you compare shopping too much to alcoholism? you say, outraged.

Well, let me show you.

I need some shampoo and conditioner, some razor heads, so I go to Target. I pass by the movies. Is that..? Oh, I’ve been waiting to see that!  Continue reading →

in the transition from high school to college, i’ve noticed that, when it comes to having friends, there are two things you can be.

1. the floater.
these are the people that have close (or close-ish) friends in a number of social circles, thereby having no real social circle themselves.  Continue reading →

I’ve struggled with my weight for most parts of my life. From the moment I was called “fat” by my relatives at age 11, food has become my enemy and weight my obsession. 

Last Summer, I went back to Hong Kong to visit and being a relatively small girl of 5ft and 105 lbs, I didn’t consider myself chubby… that is, until some of my relatives pointed out that I was “gaining too much weight”. Continue reading →

I admit it. I’m one of those people who plays through the romance side quests in video games. Originally, it was just out of curiosity, though now it’s almost because a salve for the wounds caused by prolonged loneliness.

This is not to say that I don’t think I can be complete or healthy while single. Of course I can. It’s just the emptiness that comes from seeing others in relationships, remembering the sweeter moments of past ones, and the introspection caused by those memories. I haven’t met a single person who doesn’t understand the desire for a fulfilling relationship and the haunting question “Is there something wrong with me?” Some of us spend years in this state, some months, some minutes. *Playfully shakes fist at those who are too beautiful or charming to understand prolonged solitude* Continue reading →

“I use to be a dancer.”

Ouch. I hate the way that sounds, but its true.

I danced for 14 years at the same dance studio. I loved every minute of it. The costumes, the performances, the classes, the spotlight. I studied predominately, jazz, tap, ballet/pointe and hip-hop. Dancing is where my love for performing began. After 14 years of dancing you would think I’d  have been ready for So You Think You Can Dance…sadly, I’m not.

Around year 10, or maybe earlier, my grandmother started trying to get me to change dance studios. She could see that I wasn’t progressing. I didn’t want to. I was comfortable, and I was one of THE top dancers at the studio, why change? I got too comfortable. So comfortable that I had peeked where I was, and I wasn’t learning anything. On the instances I found myself outside of the comfort of my home studio I realized that I was no where near at the skill level of someone who had danced 14 years. Continue reading →

 Attached Moment (verb)-a moment where you inexplicably run to your spouse and hug him/her until the feeling subsides-or a feeling where you just want your spouse so greatly there is nothing else worthy of thinking about except seeing/hugging said spouse. Continue reading →