Category Archives: Love



It has been a lovely visit back home for the last couple of days. I have spent quality time with family, friends and basked in the oppressive heat with fortitude; or as Kris says it – “like a trooper.” Singapore is for the most part, what I remembered it to be: awesome local food, (even) crazier crowds, columns and columns of skyscrapers and high-rise buildings. The familiarity of Singlish, the endless stream of conversations that flow as if I never left, and the recollection of shared memories of the yesteryears.


I feel very blessed to be pampered head to toe by my family and friends alike. From taking leave from work to spend time with me, to accommodating my food requests, treating me to meals, giving me a ride home, to making time for me and being genuinely happy to share a meal/conversation/cuppa coffee with me!


I cannot express how happy that makes me feel.


So excuse me while I take a hiatus from this space and enjoy some good old lovin’.

Valentine’s Day and all Hulaboo

A lot of Valentine’s Day is above love, chocolates, expensive dinner and gifts. There is nothing wrong with that, different people experience/give love in different ways.

To me, Valentine’s Day is about remembering that you’re very blessed to find your one true love.

An occasion where you remember to appreciate your partner, for tolerating your nonsense, for loving you despite your sometimes lack of lovability.

To my honey bunny, (who has taken to calling me Funny Bunny, hence the cloying sweet new nickname bestowed upon him)

happy bunny dream

Thank you for loving your very strange FUNNY BUNNY! For accepting her silly-ness, embracing her dramatic-ness and enjoying her cute-ness.

You are my sweetie, my dear. My hugs and my kisses!

A pair of sweetie bunnies to call it a truce!

lovely bunnies


Been meaning to do a resolution list of all sorts but I haven’t gotten the inspiration for it. Briefly thought about a laundry list of the things to be grateful for in 2013 but haven’t gotten around to that either.

Today marks the 1st day of the Lunar Calendar and it heralds the beginning of the Lunar New Year.

I have one goal in this Horsey Year.

I need room for more Love. More Self love, more love for my wonderful husband, my families, friends and people around me.

I want to work on ‘Self Love’, because the happier and more content I am with myself and my life, the more ‘Love’ I can give to those around me.

So this year, I will be less hard on myself, take more time to enjoy everything I’m blessed with and not feel guilty for the lack of conformity to societal’s standards. I will be lazy some days and it will be okay. I will drive myself up the wall somedays and it will be okay. I will dream up dreams and they will crash and burn, but it will be okay.

It will be okay because everything I want and have is in my heart, mind and soul. I just need to reach in (sometimes with a little more effort than the other times) and grab it!



So here’s wishing everyone I love: ‘MORE love: romantic blissful love, deliriously happy induced love and just plain good old happy love!’

恭禧發財, 马年大吉, 心想事成


Hilarity ensues in the Beevers Household


Just the other day, We were walking along the streets at Times Square when a dude came up to us and said.
Him: Do you guys like to laugh?
Kris: I hate comedy.
Him: Oh where are you from New Jersey? Hoboken? Bergen?
Me: Wahahahahahahaaaa
And today!
I was giving him a big bear hug before he left the house and….
Me: Wow your stomach is so hard!
Him: * looks smug about his ‘muscles’ *
Me: Oh wait a minute, I’m not implying its harden muscles. I meant beer encrusted hard big belly!
Him: Beer encrusted??
Me: What I mean is, you drink so much beer, that your belly is big and rock hard! Muahahahahahaaa. From now on, I’m going to call it your beer encrusted belly! BEB!!!!
Him: -_-

Bonjour! Our Europe Adventure Part 1

So I’m back from Honeymoon Number 2. We went to London and Paris for about 2 weeks and had a FANTASTIC time! I told Kris we ‘needed’ to have two honeymoons because we had two weddings!  What a perfectly good excuse for more honeymoons! 😀

London was like the Singapore of Asia and Paris: the New York of North America. It was wonderful experiencing the metric system and understanding perfectly what everyone said at all times. The English, articulate in a fashion that makes them more comprehensible than Americans, or perhaps I just grew up learning the (ahem) ‘Queen’s’ English. I loved London  because it was clean, transportation was fast, clean and efficient and everyone spoke perfect English. The British Museum, V&A Museum, National Portrait Gallery, Tate Modern and Tower of London was also housed some of the world’s best artifacts. It was a pity that the Imperial War Museum was going through a refurbishment, and most of ze exhibits were closed.

But Paris, oh glorious Paris. I adored certain parts of it more (architecture, quaintness, food, fashion) but certain aspects (snottiness, slight language barrier, smokers everywhere) annoyed me a little. The parts I loved clearly out shadowed the annoyances by miles though, wandering along the complex streets and seeing absolutely breath taking architecture, while holding hands with my BOT was priceless. I know the Tour de Effiel is somewhat over rated, but I loved it to bits. It was really cold and windy up there, but the view was worth it. The rest of Paris mostly consists of really low buildings and as such you feel like you could look on forever, from the top of the Effiel Tower.

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I’m only using a crappy handphone camera so the pictures are not that awesome, but it will suffice for now. (Till I get a job, save up and buy myself a semi pro DSLR!) Or perhaps phone cameras will improve by leaps and bounds by the time I save 1500usd!!!!!!

I love taking photos but am reluctant to drag around large clunky and expensive gadgets. So we shall see.  On a side note, I finally got down to starting my resume Draft 1 today. I’m getting somewhere, to be fair I couldn’t work before. So no rush in getting a resume done!!!! I also received my temporary driver’s permit and will attempt to drive (part of the way) to Kris’s parents place in 2 weeks for, Thanksgiving! Unless it rains or snows, in which case I will just nap. I’ve recently developed this terrible motion sickness and being in moving vehicles makes me nauseous to no end. :/

Back to Pareeeee.




We had bread every single day. The bakeries called Boulangeries, were too awesome. The French do not kid around with their food I’m telling you. Every single day we had fresh croissants/baguettes before starting the day. It made Kris really happy because he’s a carbs addict.


The best way to experience and understand a culture is via food, so while I was there, I throughly enjoyed trying some of the French staples.

First up, expresso. The price of Espresso ranges from 1euro to about 2.80Euros. But the price of cafe creme (coffee with milk) was often double that of an espresso. Given my thrifty nature, I decided to develop a taste for Espressos instead. I loved them after the 2nd-3rd cup! It was very strong, but after a while your taste buds start appreciating the strong flavour and jolt of energy like no other beverage can. Kris still indulged in his coffee with cremes and crazily expensive Coke! (tsk tsk)

This is a picture of him with his 3.90 Euro bottle of toxicity!



The tiny potent cup of Espresso.



Cold Foie Gras, not my thing honestly.


Escargots. Yummy, but the mental barrier of eating slugs was kind of off-putting. The garlic and butter made it all well in the end.



That’s all for our Euro Adventures Part 1, there is no chronology and no order in my posts. I’m not sure how many Parts I’m going to compile so enjoy the first entry and perhaps there might be more.

Au Revoir!



The problem with fairy tales

I think the problem with fairly tales is that they portray marriage as an end and not the beginning. Think of Snow white, Cinderella and Rapunzel, there’s always a built up of a conflict that invariably is resolved in a marriage.

” ……and they thereby lived happily ever after ……..”

In short we’re telling all the little girls that hey, ‘Marriage solves ALL your problems.’ Not to mention that the ladies in this stories are always the victim and will eventually be ‘SAVED’ by the gallant and heroic male counter parts?

In short, I think fairy tales idealize marriage and attach a very gender-ized role to women in fairy tales. I mean there is a whole lot more implications given to this label and subjugates women as docile ,submissive, weak and in need of rescuing. I’m not the world’s greatest feminist but to teach a child at the age of 5 that marriage SOLVES ALL your problems and that a man is going to come valiantly rescue you at 25 is just going to give her a BLOODY RUDE SHOCK when she gets married.

Marriage will solve NONE of your problems, YOU have to solve your own problems.

I know I’m beginning to sound like  cupid’s evil twin but the reality of the situation is such! We really need to re-teach our stories to little girls! Let them watch Pocahontas and Mulan instead of just Cinderella and Snow White!

I mean marriage can have a happily ever after of course, but like any thing worth doing in life, it requires a SHIT load of work. It requires  unconditional love, forgiveness, compromise, compassion etc etc. I mean adapting to another person in your life almost 24 hours a day is no walk in the park!

Loving a person requires a lot of work.

I don’t mean love in the sense of chocolate and flowers, brilliant sunset cruises and romantic getaways.

I mean the REAL sort of love,

the type of love that continues to love despite being hurt,

the type of love that continues unconditionally despite being greatly disappointed,

the type of love that lets you compromise conflicting needs to accommodate another person in your life,

the type of love that trusts and continues to believe in the goodness of your being,

(which is not that easy because lets face it, nobody is lovable all the time!)

the type of love that tolerates and cleans up the mess you left behind.

(RAWRRRRR, this one is for you Kris :P)

In short I guess that:

I believe in love and I believe in happily ever after.

But I no longer believe in fairy tales.  😀