Dear friends.

Don’t invite me out clubbing anymore.

Sincerely, your friend that is sick and tired of getting asked to go hang out with drunk 19 year olds in a dark room that don’t know how to dance.

I’m 23, in a relationship, and it’s fucking cold outside. Use your brain, please. I have better things to do than drink my face off. My grandma has been sick in the hospital, I don’t have money to burn, and, for the very last time, I HATE CLUBBING IN VANCOUVER. If you keep asking me, you seriously do not fucking know me very well and your texts and FB messages will go unanswered.

Have a great day.

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New post…eventually.

After I finish uploading all of my photos…which is a lot.

Until next time.


First stop: Taipei.

So I’m about half an hour away from boarding and I am super stoked. I remember when I graduated from SFU, that the first thing I wanted to do was travel somewhere on my own. Although I am going with my friends, this is still a semi-huge milestone for me. I am somewhat traveling on my own going to Taipei (with two grueling stopovers and finding out that Delta Airlines does not include gate numbers on their boarding passes — I’ll need to find these myself with an hour stopover, yay) and definitely for the first five to six hours in Japan. This is going to be an adventure. This is something (and somewhere) I’ve always wanted to travel to. I just hope everything goes as planned.

Anyways, time to board!


Off to Asia tomorrow!

I can’t believe by this time tomorrow, I will be on a flight to Taipei. By myself. Holy crap. Is this really happening? Yup. So excited. Can’t hardly wait.

But it’s funny (well, not really) because this almost didn’t happen. Long story short, I had to rebook my flight last minute yesterday. I was on the phone with Expedia who, might I add, were very accommodating but in the end, they couldn’t do much to help me except cancel my original flight. Basically, the there was a small typo on my ticket which I thought would be no problem to fix. But no, it was apparently a big deal with Japan Airlines and they would not amend my name on the ticket. Fuckers! So pretty much, I had to scramble and get my shit together and find a new flight and pay a $200 cancellation fee. LUCKILY (and I seriously emphasize luckily), I was able to find a cheap flight via Delta Air that was actually $60 cheaper than my initial purchase. So, I basically just had to fork out $140 extra which isn’t bad. Thank god for kayak.com. Expedia was asking $1800… ha! Like I’m made out of money.

Anyways, since that is all out of the way, I am getting seriously excited for my next few weeks in Asia. I will be meeting my friends there and will have a few hours to myself to explore Japan when I get there.

Any recommendations? Just staying in Tokyo with no real itinerary.

Helloooooo vacation!!!

On another note, I have started a food blog (recipe-sharing blog to be specific), Umami & Me. Finally!


Something new!

I’ve finally decided on a name for my new food and recipe-based blog: Umami & Me. It will be a blog chronicling my new culinary adventures in cooking for two, reworking leftovers into new creative dishes, sharing my own recipes as well as adapted favourites, and on teaching others how to cook (aka my boyfriend). I’ll hopefully try to get atleast one post up before I leave on Thursday for Asia.


No longer in denial.

This past year has been different from the rest. I’ve mellowed out, calmed down on the partying, and have cut down on the drinking. Maybe I’m getting older or wiser, I thought to myself. Nope, that’s not it. Maturing? Coming of age? Not it either. Boring? Hell naw. My god, what could it possibly be?! Oh, right. I’m in a relationship now. I’ve heard some people murmur and talk over this “status” before it but it really materialized when my boyfriend said it so blatantly in my face.

But it’s not so bad, is it? I mean, there was a time in my life where all I wanted to do was party, all I wanted to do was get drunk and make out with boys and bear no responsibility. But I have new priorities now — loving and caring for somebody, the woes of the transition stage of moving out, and planning our future together. Now it’s all about saving up money for a home and a car (and a bike?), budgeting, meal planning, and thinking about my future [in terms of career and how and if I will be able to support myself].

So in the end, it is all a mixture of those aforementioned things: coming of age, becoming boring (I still think this is crazy), and being involved in a committed relationship. And really, I don’t think the “old/single” me would disapprove. I think the “old” me would be proud of who I’ve become.


This year is going to be epic.

Why? Because I’m 23, my favourite number in the whole world. I feel invincible.

My 23rd year already started off a bang. I have got to say I had such a grand time celebrating my birthday this year. Got to see all the important people that I wanted to see — family, friends, boyfriend — and left full on every occasion. I had noodles galore (I was always taught to eat long noodles on my birthday to ensure a long life), a good chunk of new baking and cooking equipment (hello pink KitchenAid Artisan 5-quart Stand Mixer!), and endless birthday greetings. For those of you who actually called me and left a voicemail, thank you. Getting phonecalls on your birthday is one of the most oldschool, down-to-earth, and intimate greetings I could ever receive on my special day. Thank you! Meant a lot to me. Even my whole work team singing happy birthday to me on Thursday was especially touching. I even got cake that I didn’t bake…amazing!

To the people whom I shared my extended 5-day birthday celebrations with, thank you, thank you, thank you! Couldn’t have asked for a better birthday.

Now the next countdown begins: 10 days til vacay!!!