boring, not boring


It has been almost five years since the last “my life is boring” crisis. Living in Bermuda provides a sort of redefinition. On the one hand, there is no hipster coffee shop opening in my neighborhood every weekend; there is zero hipster coffee shop in my neighborhood. On the other hand, looking out the window is like looking into a GGM novel

We didn’t travel much in 2018 and will probably travel less in 2019 but planning a trip to Chicago. In 2012, we enjoyed Gold Coast; Oak Park; Wicker Park. In 2019, looking forward to

Wicker Park for chop shop

Humboldt Park for scofflaw: “gin-focused cocktail menu”

North Center (just realized this area is not called Roscoe Village) for bari zaki studio


married life

A few weeks ago, we had the pleasure of attending the amazing wedding of Darlin. I’m really not a wedding person but I’m thinking all weddings should be scheduled such that the kiss occurs at sunset. On the coast of British Colombia. Something about those silhouettes in that fading light.

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After we got married in August 2014, many people asked: How’s married life?

My response: We’ve been living together for a while so the same as non-married life?

Looking back, maybe something did shift that summer. Because I haven’t had a my life is boring OMG moment since then.

[Jul 2014] Bought blush dress for Jenny’s wedding

[Aug 2014] Wore blush dress to my wedding

[Sep 2014] Visited Kogod Courtyard

[Oct 2014] Ate sushi for Denise Birthday @ Yasu

[Nov 2014] Saw Doctor Strangelove

[Dec 2014] Walked along the Esplanade in New Orleans

It’s not entirely clear.

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Walking along the bamboo forest in Arashiyama, he decided that he wanted a grapefruit drink. So we bought two grapefruit drinks. It was expensive.

As I put down the one on the left, I said: Let me take a picture of my grapefruit

As he put down the one on the right, he said: Take a picture of my grapefruit too

The fashion couple that created the tiffany campaign are not together anymore.

We don’t have a shared bank account but maybe we should get a shared instagram account?

It’s not entirely clear.



Wow!!! It’s been 33 months since I had a “my life is boring” moment. And another interesting experience this week.

On Tuesday, I got up at 4 am for my 8 am flight because I need to renew my work visa. I went into secondary and waited and waited and got rejected. Even though I’ve had TN visa for most of my working life. The upside is that, on the ride back on the Union Pearson, I got a nice view of the sun rising over Toronto.

This weekend: attempt visa renewal at land border. The upside is that, he’s been wanting to visit Buffalo for a while. We are thinking silo city and blue sky mausoleum.

Next weekend: hot pot party with Anne & Josh.

Next next weekend: celebrate his birthday.

Next next next weekend: he will make roast for my mum’s birthday.


how do I want my week to end?


We usually eat out once a week on the weekend. This morning, we started talking about where to go. We are seeing The Public Servant at Berkeley Theater so somewhere close to there would be convenient. As we talked, I started wondering … does it make sense that eating out is such an important part of our weekend? It’s always fun to go out to eat with friends. But when there are no social events … how do I want my week to end?

11:00 Listen to jazz fm while he makes coffee and eggs; yes we are drinking coffee from my trip
1:00 File everything in my inbox
3:00 Shop at St Lawrence Market
4:00 Run east along the waterfront
5:00 Test a new recipe
8:00 Theatre, film, etc.

11:00 Make pancakes
1:00 Pre-read for next week’s meetings
3:00 Walk over to my parents; browse through all the books that I could be reading @ circus
5:00 Play the piano
6:00 Dinner
8:00 Subway back downtown; check out the latest TTC posters
9:00 Blog, organize travel photos, etc.

Ideally, every weekend would encapsulate all that I love about life: drinking coffee, watching movies, grocery shopping, cooking, running, walking, reading, writing and, of course, working!


going somewhere (count=1091)


Wow!!! It’s been 21 months since I had a “my life is boring” moment. Maybe because I took preemptive action nine months ago. Or perhaps it’s a sign that I’m now mature enough to enter the next phase.

It’s not that I’m no longer interested in traveling to new places but that I don’t need to go to new places to feel like I’m going somewhere. Because time never stands still.

On the way back from St Louis, I spent three days in Chicago.

  • Walking by Gene Siskel usually makes me smile; I made various people watch various movies that they described as the most depressing thing ever
  • Jenny and I signed up for a free tour of the architecture biennial; the official guide never showed up but one of the other people who signed up is a docent with the foundation and gave a wonderful impromptu tour
  • At lunch, Chris O said Sam recently engaged in a lengthy debate regarding the existence of free will and it reminded Chris of the conversations that Sam and I used to have at the office; maybe this is why I had to work late all the time
  • Revisiting Navy Pier, the destination of most of my morning runs; I walk up brightly painted unfamiliar stairs; the old ferris wheel has stopped running
  • I drop by after words and pick up where I’m calling from; illinois street is not quite what I remember
  • Hotel Palomar; bartender shares his thoughts on the story I’m reading and suggests a New Yorker article on how Carver’s editor influenced his short sentence structure
  • Bluecoat American dry gin