Tag: Lay Zhang

life, miscellaneous ·

Dear Pinterest…

Please stop sending me notifications on photos of Lay Zhang shirtless.

I know it’s probably one of the hot searches in your search engine (and it’s not hard to see why), but I like him — no, love — I love him bare-faced. I mean, have you even seen him in “Reknow”? The man just doesn’t have a beautiful face. He has a beautiful handwriting, too. He makes mine look clunky and chunky and I would’ve felt bad except that Lay Zhang is someone who actually creates, arranges, and produces music. AND he dances so, so well, too. Somehow, those facts take the sting away. At least my handwriting lost to someone THAT multi-talented and great.

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kdrama, reading ·

Tears, Beers, and Candles

It’s been raining nearly all week. The night sky is starless. The wind cool and soothing. As I type this down, a vanilla-scented candle is wafting its sweet scent and I feel grounded. Almost at peace, if only my mind would learn to quiet down once in a while.

While no tears were shed this week (unless you count tears of laughter, which this household never seem to run out of in regular doses) and no beers were consumed (except for honey water, which I’m having right now), I am happy to report that the cedar wood vanilla candle from Bath & Body Works is really making me feel all calm and relaxed, in spite of the week-long rain and the dangers it posed.

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kdrama, life, reading ·

June Heat: Words, Strawberry Milk, and “Memoir of a Murderer”

I am writing this all down in the midst of drilling sounds and after finishing reading “Standing Firmly at 24” by Zhang Yixing/Lay Zhang of EXO. It’s been a weekend of waking up earlier than usual and running errands, but also of unwinding and finding more time doing what I love. The little things surprise me and I am grateful for it.

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life ·

Life Update, featuring midnight snack level “very terrible”, a song that won’t just get out of my head, and crushing (hard. very hard) on a (not so new) artist + dimples! Do I have a thing for them now?

Then again maybe not…

Midnight. I get hungry and decide to whip up a concoction: a can of tuna flakes, a spoonful of sesame oil, a generous serving of pepper, some onions, and mayonnaise. Mix them together. Toast a bread or two. Et voilà! Midnight snack right in front you! Made painlessly! Best paired with chocolate drink or strawberry yogurt milk. No? Am I the only one who pairs tuna sandwiches with those?

Anything remotely related to cooking has never been my strongest suit. And let’s get it straight: I don’t even like cooking. I roll my eyes, maybe even shudder, at just the thought of it. Clearly, I can never romanticize a domestic life when put that way. And in case you were wondering: The tuna spread tasted… interesting. 😅 I think it was the sesame oil I decided to add just because. Don’t ask. Sometimes, even I question my own life decisions.

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