The Girl Dating an Asshole
We all have that friend whom we desperately want to save. Shake her body and tell her to open her eyes. Make her realize what kind of guy...
Last Night
Janet Fitch once wrote, "Never expect to outgrow lonliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that...
Crock Pot
Someone who recently visited Naoadays asked if I enjoyed cooking after seeing that I have a "kitchen" section on the blog. I laughed and...
Enjoying the Anticipation
I'm always staring at the calendar to see when I can leave this rainy city and abandon my long list of errands. Everyone needs and...
My Summer Schedule
When I launched Naoadays last summer, I hesitantly decided to market myself on Instagram as a 'lifestyle blogger'. This didn't sit well...
#100happydays VIII
Disclosure: I've slacked off with the #100happydays project of mine. The whole idea of the challenge is to consistently show the world...
To the Creep at 6pm
Michael Bublé was singing a Christmas carol about love, something I unknowingly longed for. Joyful and unjaded were suitable adjectives...
Kitchen Failures
Yesterday I burnt quinoa. The day before I used 2 cups of flour instead of 2 teaspoons and my attempt to make mac and cheese turned into...
Blinded by Love
Movies are like one-night-stands. They end too soon and I'm left wanting more without knowing what it is that I want. I'll feel...
An Artist with a Broken Heart
I read somewhere that a writer with a broken heart must write until the heart stops to ache and the words are no longer necessary for it...
