Today marks Maggie’s and my 18 month anniversary. I didn’t think it was a thing to be celebrated - Maggie set me straight.
Though it’s a lot more just a quirk that my wife like’s to celebrate things, I found it interesting that 18 (yāobā) is considered lucky by Chinese superstitious mumbo jumbo.
In addition to that [...]
Maggie returns home today after spending the Spring Festival holidays at her parents’ place up in the North East.
For the last nine days I’ve been thrown back into a lifestyle I had nearly forgotten - bachelorhood. Now before images of me out all night sniffin’ coke off the scarred ass of a 50 kuai hooker [...]
It was Maggie’s birthday on the weekend. Actually, it was last week sometime. She turned 27. Wait, no it was 28.
Despite what you may think of her husband, I am not as inconsiderate as may be gleaned from the above collection of confusion. You see, Maggie’s Chinese (for those not following along), and as such [...]