little bitty girl

So I boycotted my mum on Twitter yesterday. My brothers think it was a harsh move on my part but it makes me feel weird having my parents on any of my social networking sites. I've told them before that if they added me as a friend on Facebook they would be rejected. There are just some things that I want to keep somewhat private from them.

I did call her to explain to her why I did what I did.

I said,"What if I want to swear on it? And I know how you feel about that stuff"

Mama Kang,"Well, you shouldn't swear anyway. That's not how I raised you."

"Yes, I understand. That's why I don't want you on because I want to feel like I can swear if I want to, without you telling me I shouldn't"

"But you just shouldn't do it. It's not a pretty thing to do."

Big sigh!

"Mum! Swearing is who I am. I am a champion swearer. You should just accept me for me."

"I do, I just don't think you should swear."

See what I mean?

In the end, she was fine with it. Plus it's not like I could see her "twits" anyway. She had me blocked!

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Posted in Family Shenanigans, Webbed

I know, I keep on making these really abrupt random announcements. I just cannot get into the habit to post more frequently. But I really am not myself these days.

You see, Stefan has left me.

And I am utterly forlorn without him. It's quite pathetic really. I've always considered myself a strong, confident, independent woman fully capable of being alone and not feel bereft. Turns out I was wrong. I haven't been sleeping well, I am eating all the wrong things, my face is breaking out like I've just turned thirteen (although I don't think I ever had any as a teenager), I have been drinking, having dinner with girlfriends and dropping C-bombs in public places.

It's this being married thing. It changes how you think much more than I ever gave it credit for. You expect the person you married to be around.

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Posted in Stefan

My beloved Ryo,

You turned two this week. I missed calling you, I know, Godmama is bad sometimes like that. Please know though that you are never far from my mind. If you look under my categories "Lurves", you can see that you make up for most of that category.

Two years ago you were born.

I cannot imagine my life without you. You are so far away, but I still cherish every accomplishment you make. Every smile, every new word, every new act, every weird smile, I think of you in awe, how lucky I am to have been named as one of your godparents. What did I ever do to deserve that honour? Your mama's kindness plays a big part in it. God knows, I wouldn't pick me as a godmother.

You visited me this summer. You are such a big girl now, not the little baby you used to be. You have a personality of your own. You are funny, stubborn, sarcastic, acerbic, full of joy and laughter. You are charming and delightful. I can hardly believe you exist in my world. You're so funny in your possessiveness of your mama. When Jenna and I teased you how your mama used to belong to us before you were born, you stubbornly held on to her and declared her "mine!". Uncle Stefan (aka "Uncle Maow Maow") still repeats all the funny things you say.

At such a young age, you already show such exemplary taste. We took you to Holt Renfrew, and you said "Nuh-uh!" to every lower end shoe line that I was trying. For you, only Guccis, Manolos and Louboutins received your seal of approval. What can I say? I like your style. I just like you.

I cannot say that I will be the best godmother. I will always be impractical. After all, you have an ongoing "Paris" fund from me. You won't ever be able to ever come to me for "motherly" advice (Thank goodness you have the best mother ever!) but you can always count on me to be there. I will be the godmother who takes you shopping for your first non-practical bra, a first visit to the ballet, a shoe shopping trip in Paris. At the end of the day, if you don't want to ever do any of these things, I will be happy just to have you in my life.

I love you, baby girl..

Love,

Aunty Karen

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Posted in Lurves

Amicus is the Latin word for friend or comrade and caedere is to cut or kill.

Meet Jill.

Jill is a friend of mine. Actually, we're probably each other's closest friend in the city. So needless to say, we tend to hang out on occasion. We do all the things girls like to do together such as going shopping, having cocktails and every so often we cook for each other. And on very, very few occasions, Jill tries to kill me.

Last fall, there was a very bad incident with some dodgy salmon that she had thawed out for too long, which resulted in me barfing my brains out ALL NIGHT. She, with the stomach of steel, just happened to have bad gas all day.

But, you know as friends, you tend to forgive and forget these things. That is, until the incident nearly repeated itself yesterday.

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Posted in Homage to Hunger, Joy-Friends, Little Bitty Girl Lexicon

Last Monday, Stefan and I bought a house. Yes, we are becoming renown for our abrupt announcements about important matters in our lives.

What can I say? Underneath my propensity to be honest and open about everything in my life, I also tend to be quite secretive about certain things about my life with Stefan. He's a fairly private person so the things that are really important or big to us, we tend to keep close until we're ready.

I don't know why it's such a huge shock to everyone. Surely, no one would seriously think Mr. Very Responsible With His Money would let us rent forever. We were simply waiting for the right time to do it.

We had discussed buying in the Fall but thought to start looking just to see what was out there. Let me tell you, for all they are saying about the real estate bust down south, it simply is not really happening in Toronto. The real estate market here is as crazy as ever. But we found something that fit, so it seemed prudent to jump on the opportunity while we could.

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Posted in Me-ness

Voila!

Here I am in all my geeky glory.

I have to say, I've never mastered posing for the camera. I am so serious here...

I really like my new glasses. They're quite a departure from my last pair as they are quite a bit bigger in size. As I recall, Mama Kang's first reaction was,"Ai ya! Why so big?" I like them because I can't see the frame as much. And I feel like they have more personality. I've always been envious of people who rock glasses with personality. So I decided to stop envying and start trying. Also, the store we went to was conscious of the Asian glass dilemma (most Asian noses don't have bridges so glasses tend to sit funny and cause these weird lines on your cheeks from the glass resting on it) and measured them properly to fit my face.

My only problem was the price. I've never understood why pieces of plastic can cost so much. I'm going to start designing very cool glasses and make my fortune there. That is, right after I start doing all those other random things I've been planning to do with my life.

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Posted in Fashion Smashion, Me-ness

So, what have I been doing? Being busy at work, enjoying the summer and oh, burning my cornea.

I know this is SO typical of me. This nasty piece of business happened about a couple of weeks ago. I had been having some issues with my contact lenses and someone recommended changing to the contact lens cleaner that required overnight soaking. Supposedly the all purpose brands don't clean as well as they should. It also so happens that the overnight brand happens to have hydrogen peroxide and needs time for the solution to be neutralized.

On this unfortunate morning, I was very tired and instead of grabbing my usual saline solution, I grabbed the Clear Care bottle instead (why do they make them all the same shape?), squirted some solution in my contact and popped it in my eye. To be fair, the Clear Care bottle had a red top but really, it was early and I am partially blind.

The pain was literally mind numbing and I had moments of panic because my eye was stinging so much that I could not open it to take the offending contact out. I went to work later on and had to say."No, I don't have pink eye" and "No, I am not winking at you either."

I woke up the next day after the incident and my eye was completedly glued down by a very solid line of hardened pus. (This picture was actually taken 2 days after the incident. My eye was very, very red the first day)I went to the eye doctor the next day and he was so chirpy when he declared,"Yup! You did burn your cornea a little but the good news is you'll never make that mistake AGAIN!" Gee, thanks for your sympathy!

It also turns out that my prescription has taken a turn for the worse. The good news is that I got a new pair of super cute glasses. At least I think they'll look super cute once they've been adjusted a bit more.

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Posted in Me-ness