Qing is thinking of buying an EV (electric vehicle) and a sportscar this 2022. He asked me what I think about it. So I gave him an honest answer.
Me: I think you are I are not the same.
Qing: What?
Me: You are thinking of throwing money on cars. I'm thinking of sinking money on champagne for our wedding. We are not the same.
Qing: (wincing) Shit! You are already stressed, right?
Me: Uhuh. Do you want to know how stupid I am? I thought deciding what wine to serve on our wedding reception will be an easy thing to do. (chuckling humorlessly) (abruptly stopping my chuckles) Its not. Like I said. Stupid.
Qing: We decide on the wine after we finished choosing the menu. The wine is always paired up with the food, Dayu ah. They are chosen to compliment the food. Without the food menu yet, why waste your time on deciding about the wines?
Me: (scowling at him) Because I am stupid. I said it already.
Qing: (pulling me into his arms) Love. Please...don't do this to yourself. Don't do this to us.
Me: (have absolutely no idea how to survive this 2022) Should I decide on the flowers instead?
Qing: We have to know first which flowers match the color motif of our wedding.
Me: (blinking) But we don't have color motif yet.
Qing: Exactly. And we are getting married at the dead of Winter. What kind of flowers survive winter?
Me: (leaning out) Hothouses are there for a reason, Wang Qing. They can produce any types of flowers all year round now.
Qing: Shit! I feel stupid now as well.
Me: This wedding stuff is confusing.
Qing: I know. So how about not stressing about it in the first week of a new year? Huh?
Me: (sighing) Fine. Lets just wing it, why not?! Ugh!
Qing let me rant and rave about how fucking inconvenient it is that for this wedding to commence, there are about two million things we need to decide on. Ugh...my life, really.
That is why I refused to write any New Year's Resolution this year. I'm winging it this year. Whatever comes. Whatever happens, I'm just gonna let them all pass me and focus on surviving this year.
Fuck it, my New Year's Resolution usually sucks anyways. And someone I watched on a video said that maybe, the problem is that the resolutions I write are probably not specific enough. I want to throw my gadget or hunt down that know-it-all. Look here Mister, I had a resolution last year to swim at least two times a month and do 4 laps in each session. I didn't get to do it. That resolution couldn't get more specific unless you also want me to write if I will swim naked or in trunks on that pool.
And we are in year three of Covid. This thing is lasting longer than most celebrity marriages. The hell?! Its already in its season 3 and I am still waiting for more seasons of my fave shows and animes. The fuck?!
Anyways, I'm just gonna say this so it'll be out of the way...
I'll definitely will become richer this 2022.
Its January! And what do you know, I let time fly by again without writing too many stuffs in my journal because what? This is going to be my sixth journal now. Six. Can you imagine that? Been writing these stuffs for five years and I still have some things to ramble about. Just how messed up is my mind?
Don't answer that. Its a rhetorical question.
Anyways, like I said, there is no doubt about it but I will be richer this 2022. Why? How? Well, all I have to do is say two little words to Qing in front of an altar and voila, I'm rich.
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FanfictionI know we are preparing for something big on the end of the year but even so, this is still my diary and I'll write more than wedding prep here. Don't let that title fool you, its 2022, life is more than a wedding. Join us, yes? I don't know what th...
