Why don’t you come to your senses?

my latest compulsions

  • Pink Tartan anything
  • Massimo Dutti shoes
  • Judith & Charles dresses

(2/3 are Canadian!  True patriot looooove!)

Move over, BCBG.  You been pwn’d.

 

病倒了

爸爸焦急地問我有無發燒

媽媽親手給我餵藥

令忙着打CANDYCRUSH的我差點落淚了

 

嘉家真想家

 

 

 

the obligatory post: new year’s resolutions

Wouldn’t be right to start off the new year without mentioning some kind of a plan for twenty thirteen.  We are, after all, entering the post end-of-world era.  Any planning we get to do now is a BONUS, like the $20 bill I found in my winter coat pocket the other day.  (tee-hee!)

Here are BEAN’s achievables, because I think I still have an ounce of optimism in me:

  • Recuperate financially by sticking with the household budget: Cause dude, wedding&reno ate up what was in my wallet and licked it clean.  Gross.  Maybe I need a new wallet.. but that would nullify this very goal.  Dang, this task is already proving to be difficult.
  • Be a pleasant wife, especially in the morning: I’m generally an okay-amicable person, but my behaviour can get a bit hairy during the early part of a.m.  I will give my best effort to keep positive in the morning, even when my body tries to dismiss the smiley brainwaves my head struggles to produce in the first place.
  • Re-establish my rhythm of living: A predictable creature of habit am I, or at least used to be in my previous life.  I find comfort in pattern and regularities, especially in how I spend my time.  Now that I have additional agenda items like completing household chores and surviving bio-terrorist attacks with the husband unit, bean time has dramatically decreased.  I still wish to be productive in whatever time I have left for myself, please.
  • Stay in touch:  My homies, I miss yous.

Mrs.

So, I’m one month into this marriage thingamabob, and I can definitely say that the title of a wife is something I am not yet used to.  I’d like to think that I can still act like me and that my relationship with the man is no different than the previous 8 years we spent together, but truth is, a marriage is something else.  I’m searching for a way to live as me, while submerged in a different home, different family, different spiritual home, different world..  Sometimes I wake up and wonder where I am.  I’m homesick, but I am ready to be a Mrs.  Let’s do this.

With every breath that you take in your sleep, it is a resounding reminder that I am not alone. 

a weekend being a boy

  • kayak
  • stand-up paddleboard
  • pushing each other into the water
  • bruises all over my arms and legs
  • Settlers of Catan until 3am
  • junk food and lots of beer

Oh good times.  Now I have to focus on “being a proper lady” for the next 2 months.  Wish me luck :)

3 months away from becoming a Lee

  • Stress?  Mmm.. not feelin’ that much?
  • Davis and I have yet to have our first argument.  I think things got a notch above room temperature when it came to invitations and guestlist, but we haven’t tried to murder each other yet.
  • I have to train myself to pose like a relatively normal female and not make any faces/gestures.
  • The moms are having a harder time finding their outfits than I did with any of mine.  I win.
  • Everything can be solved with money.  Period.  But I don’t know how to solve the problem of not having money.
  • New layout just because!

coffee, tea, or growing up?

認識我的人大概也知道我沒有飲咖啡的習慣。一來咖啡因令我手震身震心都震,二來我不明白為什麼要把苦的東西放進口裡。真的有那麼好喝嗎? 好像是攞「」嚟身多些!但最近幾天因為種種原因,我喝了幾次coffee。我想我開始領悟到咖啡的魔法。它的吸引力不來自本身的味道,而是喝下去有一種已成長的感覺。咖啡的苦澀好像把人生的甜美更加提高。嘴裡雖然是苦苦的,心里却是期待著,盼望著。

黑咖啡苦得美妙!

an inactive blog is still a blog

Okay?  Blogs are people too!

Anyway, wedding prep is going down smooooooth like bailey’s.  Money is also flying out from pockets I didn’t even know I had.  Hey, glad to report to general public that Davis and I are still getting along like cool people would.  Haven’t sensed any bridezilla-ness in myself yet, but Davis can tell you more.

Friends are also all trying to help us save money.  YES!  You guys are GOLD to us.

Doesn’t feel so hot

It doesn’t feel so great when you try your hardest at something and the results don’t pan out according to the efforts you’ve put in.  It sometimes feels like I’m launching shots at the dark, with no feedback on whether I am even at least aiming in the right direction.

The effort doesn’t really count, especially when I am starting to lose interest in caring about the process intrinsically.  At the end of the day, what keeps me going is momentum.  Thank God I am hardwired to keep things moving along.  It’s a good thing I don’t know what stop means.

.. to the Rock I cling!