Month: August 2021

Junified.

I binged all 6 episodes of Motel Makeover on Netflix yesterday.

It was an awesome TV cocktail made with shots of Fixer Upper, Instant Hotel, Gilmore Girls and Schitt’s Creek.

Some things were really hard to adjust to, like April and Sarah’s accents, or the term “Junified”, but it did happen. No matter how many times I went all Regina George and mentally went “Stop trying to make “Junify” happen, it’s not going to happen!”.

There was also a lot of Rosé-shipping. Is it just cause it’s wine but pink? Does it actually taste nice to them? Did their clearly suffering contractor Rick’s facial expression simply say it all?

Despite all that, these girls do have Insta-worthy taste and deserve all of their success. Couldn’t help rooting for them and hoping that Covid-19 wouldn’t be their ruin. It is inspiring that they gave up their day jobs and decided to Joanna Gaines/Lorelai it and build über cute motels. Friendship goals also.

I don’t know if I’d be OK with having a husband who wanted completely nothing to do with my own Netflix show though. I understand wanting privacy, but surely Sarah’s husband should have been there for the last minute helping out and stuff. Jason would not be able to escape.

Final lingering thought… does everything really have to be apricot beige?

Yes, it apparently does.

Living rent free in my head

Tales of teen suicides during this neverending pandemic make me grateful that my kids are still young enough to have the resilience that young ‘uns are blessed with. Whilst social media exists to them, it isn’t all encompassing.

Humans are plain cruel. Being forced to live your teen years online while under lockdown must be soul crushing.

Can’t deny that my social media feeds make me feel that I am too fat, not a good enough mom, or generally inadequate really often.

If only I could be like Jason and just enjoy bone or joint cracking ASMR videos.

Instead, I feel I’m constantly seeing what I have yet to achieve, buy or become. I used to feel this way after reading magazines but back then I could mentally compartmentalize it away. The models or celebrities were just remote statistical anomalies who “made it” into magazines. No need to compare.

It is hard to remind myself that everyone is just putting up a façade. Displaying their life highlight reel, just like I am too. Questions like why some people have so much more to highlight etc. creeps in.

If at this age I struggle to deal with this shit, what more angsty teenagers?

A Rom-Communist

The Love Actually vibes from the Ted Lasso Season 2 episode “Carol of the Bells” continued into the latest episode and the introduction of the term rom-communism was just perfection.

I believe in communism… rom-communism, that is… rom-communism is all about believing everything’s gonna work out in the end.

Ted Lasso

I loved the nods to Jerry Maguire, When Harry Met Sally, A Princess Bride, Bridget Jones, and Notting Hill. Some articles online picked up even more rom-com references but I didn’t catch those on first viewing.

Roy Kent saying "You had me at Coach" to Ted Lasso
Brett Goldstein in Ted Lasso, Apple TV+

You had me at Coach

Roy Kent

When I heard that term, I was immediately, damn, that’s exactly how I’ve been living my life. It has definitely brought about a fair bit of shit raining down on me, but thank goodness I do live this way actually.

There are so many reasons to be negative and cynical (see Malaysian political situation). Without clinging to some rom-communism, the depression would be real.

Even the title of the episode “Rainbow” ties in with my Chinese name “丽虹”.



Back on the saddle again.

The last time I blogged was 6 years ago!

There’s far too much to recap to squeeze into just one post. Hopefully, I’ll actually keep up with this hobby again and all the things that happened will find its way into my future posts here, and if it doesn’t, ah well.

I’m blogging again because I signed up for a WordPress course on Udemy and it made me really want to have a fancy website of my own. The dilettante strikes again! I also feel some guilt and regret for not journaling Felix and Alexis growing up. It’d be nice to have somewhere to go to and recall all the funny, sweet and irritating moments apart from my photos.

I knew time would fly by and my memory isn’t the best but I also felt like, I wanted to just live, and documenting would have been nice but most of the time I could barely keep it together and doubt my posts would have been fun to read. Yup, a lot of whining.

Anyway, here’s to the kajillionth time trying.