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Hunny I love you, but you're annoying

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 03:06:52 GMT

I love my boyfriend, he's one of the sweetest person I know... but sometimes he annoys the heck out of me.

Incident One - sleep talking
In the middle of the night
him: *pokes me* switch sides
me: hmm?
him: Switch sides! You're on my side
me: *ignores him*
him: *rolls on top and over me, then pushes me to the other side of the bed*
me: wtf?
him: zzZzzzZzzzz

he has no re-collection of this the next morning when I mentioned it to him

Incident Two - eating off the floor
A piece of candy falls
him: *picks it up*
me: what are you doing? It's been on the floor!
him: 5-second rule! *eats it*

Incident Three - Vadalism
I have random pictures of cute guys I've ripped out from Cosmo magazine for decorative purposes. The other week I left my room for 5 minutes and came back to find that the boyfriend had drawn purple man boobs and mustaches on all my pictures!

What annoying habits does your SO have? Share your stories!

Final Exams! Be back in a WEEK!

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 03:26:10 GMT

Dear Editors of Lovelyish, I am frustrated at title chosen for my post

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 02:16:00 GMT

Dear Editors of Lovelyish,

I understand that it is your job to well.. edit. And with editting comes alterations.

I am flattered that you ladies decided to post my blog, but also frustrated that the name of my post was changed to "Asian Bodyweight Standards are Impossible!". I don't think there is anything wrong with thin asian girls and the point of my post was to raise the question whether there are different cultural body standards, NOT the question of whether "asian standards" were possible. It's supposed to be a post that is open for discussion whether there is such thing as "cultural standards" of beauty, not a post based on the assumption that there already is a standard.

This frustrates me because I don't think the post does justice to naturally thin asian girls who are every bit just as beautiful as curvy ones.

Summing Up the Weekend!

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 00:25:19 GMT

SATURDAY : Ladies leave your man at home

SUNDAY: 1-day Roadtrip to Nanaimo
Meet my new baby Lionhead Rabbit: Optimus Prime Wolff

cuddling with daddy

all snuggled up

other pictures from roadtrip

waiting for ferry at Horseshoe Bay

grande SFV xhot non-fat no-whip hot chocolate (yea I'm a pain(

on ferry

Cultural Bodyweight Standards?

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 02:07:23 GMT

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".

I have this aunt who I dread seeing because everytime she sees me, she would point out that I was getting chubby and that I should stop eating. I also noticed that the sizes in Hong Kong were relatively smaller than the sizes here in America.
For the rest of my trip I felt self conscious and a little ashamed to buy clothes, starting to believe that I really am fat.

By American standards, I think I'm considered pretty decent and healthy. Not skinny, but healthy.
By Hon Kong standards, apparently I'm chubby.

pictures of me modelling (non-photoshopped)

VS. Asian Standards

I would never look like that, no matter how much I diet or stop eating. My natural body has curves that I've been trying to get rid of since puberty hit. I'm pretty sure it's genetics since my mother has wide hips too. I have accepted it by now, but still struggling to embrace my curves.

Do you think there are different cultural standards in regards to bodyweight?

it was raining

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 00:36:47 GMT

It was one of those perfect grey rainy days where you can't tell if it is 8 in the morning or 5 in the evening at any given time. One of those days where I might as well not have gone to class as I spent the whole day dreamily lookng outside, counting the rain splatters on the windows.

Nothing special happened that afternoon, nothing particularly exciting. We were just sitting there on the couches at the library. You pulled me closer to wrap your arms around me as you stared intently at the screen on your DS. What is it with boys and video games anyways? I pulled away a little hoping you would pay more attention to me, and once again you wrapped your arms around me and resumed to playing your game. Neither of us had much to say at the moment I suppose, but I felt like we should be talking or doing something. The silence frightens me because it allows all my thoughts to settle, all my fears to resurface. You mumbled something about the plotline of the game and explained some strategy plan to me - information completely lost on me. All I heard was "mumble mumble and then you... more mumble mumble mumble" and the steady ba-bum rhythm of your heart
ba-bum.. he loves me.. ba-bum.. he loves me not
I stretched out on the rectangular couch and found your tummy a comfortable place to rest my head. You twirled a strand of my hair between your fingers, a habit I find annoying because it really messes up my hair - but today I was too tired to care.I turned on my side to face you and lost all sense of time as I drifted off to sleep listening to the muffled gurgle of your stomach digesting lunch. You finally put down your beloved video game. I don't know how long I slept for that day, maybe 45 minutes - but for that whole 45 minutes you sat there playing with my hair and watching me sleep, like a child mesmerized by the bubbles rising in his soda, like some kind of guardian.
And I guess at those moments, fear and insecurities don't matter anymore. Our hearts were too filled with warm syrup and love. These are the moments that makes you and I us.

As I said, it was a rainyday. Nothing special happened... nothing at all.

Slow and Steady Wins the Race...

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 02:31:03 GMT

When I was a child, I wanted to become a teenager as fast as I could, so I can do "grown-up things", which at age 6 meant shopping by myself and finding prince charming.
When I became a teenager, I wanted to become an adult as fast as I could to get away from high-school drama. I wanted to pursue my career and declare my independence... still looking for prince charming.
Now at age 19, I'm well on my way of "growing-up" but I don't want to be here anymore. I want to revert back to a comfortable childhood of afternoon naps and crayons and apple juice.

This isn't the picturesque early adulthood I had imagined. In many ways, life right now is better but also worse. I enjoy the freedom that comes with age, but I almost feel like I have no time to enjoy this freedom. Between school and work, I feel like I'm growing up too fast. Declare my major? Heck I don't even know what I want for dinner tonight, how am I supposed to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life?
Did I skip over the most carefree parts of my life by wanting to grow up too fast?

An hour ago, I wanted to fast-forward now. I wanted to be done with my degree, successful, and moved out with the love of my life. If only life was like the movie "Click".
But after reading a post "I Don't Know How To Live Without You" on datingish, I changed my mind.

I decided that at 19 I still have (almost) all the time in the world, so why am I wanting to rush into everything? Maybe it's because I'm not a person of great patience, or maybe because our society today puts too much stress on instant gratification (instant oatmeal, instant dinner, instant coffee, wi fi internet... okay not really about the internet because I love xanga).
Being done with my degree right now would be nice, but I would have to also handle the pressures and responsibilities of holding down a job and paying bills. Being able to move in with him right now would be nice, but it means that we'd skip over all the other fun parts of the relationship, like talking everynight on the phone, anticipations of seeing each other next, long goodbyes, love letters, love emails, love text messages (?), and the anticipation of our future together.
Realistically, no couples stay in the honeymoon phase forever, but I want to make the best memories while we're still here. Perhaps it is inevitable that love changes. I don't think our love now is going to be the same in 10 years (at least I hope not). I hope that in 10 years time, our love will grow stronger, deeper, and we'll both find ourselves and who we want to be with support from each other.

But for now, I want to make memories because I won't stay this age forever, we won't stay like this forever. I want to be able to look back and laugh about the good times instead of remembering how I miserably tried to fast forward life. I want to make decisions when I'm good and ready but enjoy life in the meanwhile.

If I learned anything from reading the post was this: don't rush into things.
Things change, Directions change, Life changes.. but all in it's own time.

So take a deep breath..
and let things flow, like river, like raindrops sliding off window panes,
slow and steady wins the race

Our Deepest Fear

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 07:06:15 GMT

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves,
Who am I to be brilliant,
                                  gorgeous,
                                                talented,
                                                               fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
...As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

- Marianne W

The Forgottens

dusty hearts lay asleep
in silence, a
                   t
                    t
                     i
                            c
of memories
awaken before dawn to
explore
restore (?)
the implorations of a forgotten he[art]

here, lies the ocean of b.r.o.k.e.n dreams
sally never did get to sell seashells
by the seashore
before being swept a w a y
by t d s....
i e

childplay was so much simpler
with the pretense of love,
innocence,
(but this) was never a game
i could afford to lose
just like love
was never a game
(i can afford) to play

but b~r~a~i~d me a story
from pixie dust and dew
full of hot chocolate and fuzzy feelings
into a single strand &
call it [the] truth

whisper me secrets,
cross my heart & hope to die
i swear it, lest it be forgotten
by tomorrow's light

I Want OUT!

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 06:53:06 GMT

I'm Out of time.
I can't just wait here forever...
So, might as well start changes now?

I'm burning out and the semester is just beginning.

I love my co-workers but I can't stand the hours. Optimal Scheduling they call it. Being available for 18 hours and working minimal of 12 hours. For me as a full time student, it's hard to balance work with school and also have a life.

Time off is one thing I can no longer seem to afford.

I want out

?

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 09:11:25 GMT

Fights & Arguments & Tears & Smudged mascara & Make up kisses & Late nIght heart calLs & Hugs & Caressing of hair & HOlding hands & HaVing Fun & Playful strugglEs & RUnnIng away & FalliNg back & Whispers of swEEt nothings & TangleD bodies & Gasping for air & Intertwining of fingers & Breathless "iloveyoU(s)"

Love is...

You, I, and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about