June 29, 2015

Beginning to say our goodbyes


how many more flutters must i tempt,
how many more spaces do i push?

is it not enough
that someone loves me so

what am i trying to do?
what am i trying to do?

so i am up writing instead. reminisced about past trips and travels over dinner, and the act of retelling old adventures ignited an enthusiasm that made me far more animated at the dinner table than was probably polite. we figured by deduction i was highly unlikely to make the silk road and so the fellow enthusiast sitting opposite me would have to go instead, take plenty of photos and tell me all about it. meanwhile, my dearest husband laid a hand on my back and reminded me not to complain if i felt hot in the desert. haven’t you heard my regaling tales?, i replied dramatically, hand sweeping across the table.

currently chatting with the sbf over international and home news, tomorrow is dim sum breakfast at liu fu. that is nice and all but oh, imagining the silk road is so exciting.

But here are some pretty finds:



I haven’t worn anything on my wrist since 2008/09, but I would this.


If I had $668 to be reckless with.


Dazzled by the spread


I think John would like this


I think i would like this



And maybe one to Bukit Brown’s fruits and vegetables – http://bukitbrown.com/main/?p=9978

Yay Singapore.

never been so happy to be bleeding

except, maybe, in august last year.

okay. this is the second most happy time in my life to be bleeding.

marriage: a thriller movie of the scariest order

June 11, 2015


today, we woke up in each others arms, sleepily blissful from a night of reaching out for each other, blankets strewn everywhere. lunch was a five hour conversation with his friend leaving perth and moving to the 76th squadron – or 79th, one of them. on the way back we talked and prattled. i said the scant contact time had been difficult. he offered daily half-hour phone calls for days when dinner together was not possible. i said i’d like that. the knot in my three-quarters undid itself after that. hopefully we’ll get the routine going smoothly. last night, he ate dinner at eleven thirty, on the passenger seat, wolfing down an uncertain mix of what i’d made while car drove through darkness and farms. he said it tasted good, although he’s said the same to anything i’ve ever scooped from the kitchen. the only time was when the garlic black bean sauce was terrible, though i’d done nothing to make it taste so bad. i suppose we both just don’t like garlic black bean sauce.

we think having a chalkboard wall in our love nest will be cool, the kitchen layout will be one-sided and we’re discussing how the second bedroom’s going to look like. space, hospitality and flexibility are big concepts, and personal preferences mix everything up pretty lumpy. i think foldable partitions are the genius solution, but he doesn’t like them, so he says. well, he didn’t like my suggestion of concrete flooring (volubly, i might add), then after i’d gotten my head round to other options he says they’re the way to go. if our wedding, prep and all, is any indication, we’re in for a ride that will turn out good.

i guess i could get used to the idea of recording the things we get up to <3