Tuesday, October 25, 2011

I'm reading 3 Minutes

My sister and I dropped by Chapters to buy some books yesterday night. 
We walked through the aisles of the bookstore, holding cups of coffee and tea. 
If you were vising Chapters yesterday night, you'd have found my sister in the bestseller section obsessing over books; and of course, me in the Indigo section obsessing over stationary, as usual. 

This time, nevertheless, I bought two books. 

So I'll be reading this week and have some study to do. (To make a confession, I don't have a driver's license yet.) 
I know that they provide free online study guide on the government website running by Ontario Ministry of Transportaion. (Here's the Guide in case someone need to look it up.)
Free trial tests are offered by different websites, but I insisted on buying and holding onto a hard copy. 
Because I WILL be studying the material very thoroughly. Haha. 
After procrastinating for 14 years, I think it is about time to get it for real. 
After all, my little one needs to go to school in a few months. 
I jokingly told her, "You might not be able to go to school because mommy can't drive," and she panicked. 

Many responsibilities and happy faces are hanging on the verge of my ability to drive.
Or I'll be incompetent.

by BOiS


Monday, October 24, 2011

He grew a tree series

I am excited to present the complete series of He Grew A Tree! Yoohoo!

Simple and plain for women 

With a customizable leaf for women 

Simple and plain for men

With a customizable leaf for men

For couples


by BOiS


Thursday, October 20, 2011

He grew a tree

He Grew A Tree

I am so excited to present my He Grew A Tree series!

It's been over a year now since I created one just for women. Now I added four more series to it because I just LOVE its theme and style.

I'm currently working on the photographs which I regard as one of the most boring and dragging part of this job. I'm learning to enjoy it bit by bit. Sometimes I hope that someone'd do all the business part of the work so that I can only concentrate on creating. Ah! That'd be heaven, wouldn't it be?! However, it helps me to see the bigger picture so I should get my butt in gear.

Coming soon on Etsy. : )

by BOiS


I have a giving tree

. .Humbly you came to the earth you created
and all for love's sake you became poor. .

I have a giving tree.

You have engraved my name on the palms of your hands. You placed me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for your love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire. Many waters cannot quench your love for me. Rivers cannot wash it away. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, will be able to separte me from your love because you died for me and because you rose up again. For me.

by BOiS


The Giving Tree

< The Giving Tree > by Shel Silverstein

Once there was a tree...and she loved a little boy.

And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples. And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree ... very much. And the tree was happy.

But time went by.
And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone.

Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy." "I am too big to climb and play," said the boy. "I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?" "I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy." And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away. And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time ...and the tree was sad.

And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy." "I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy. "I want a house to keep me warm," he said. "I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?" “I have no house," said the tree. "The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy." And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house. And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time.

And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak. "Come, Boy," she whispered, "come and play." "I am too old and sad to play," said the boy. "I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?" "Cut down my trunk and make a boat." said the tree. "Then you can sail away ... and be happy." And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away. And the tree was happy ... but not really.

And after a long time the boy came back again.

"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you, my apples are gone." "My teeth are too weak for apples", said the boy. "My branches are gone", said the tree. "You cannot swing on them -" "I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy. "My trunk is gone," said the tree. "You cannot climb -" "I am too tired to climb," said the boy. "I am sorry," sighed the tree. I wish that I could give you something...but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry...." "I don't need very much now," said the boy, "Just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired." "Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, "Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest." And the boy did.

A n d    t h e    t r e e    w a s    h a p p y.

by BOiS


Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Flower bloomed inside my heart

Butterfly comes where flowers bloom.

One day I felt that the seed of life planted in my heart finally grew and bloomed a flower. I am somewhat satisfied with it.

by BOiS


Monday, October 17, 2011


Commitment needs to be renewed once in a while and promise needs assurance from time to time just like silver needs a touch of hand to gain its sheen back after wearing. Because we're human.

by BOiS


Friday, October 14, 2011

my love, my darling. .

God gave me Danielle and He said that she would be my solace.

Yesterday night, we went grocery shopping and there were buckets of flowers on sale at the entrance. She picked up a bunch and insisted on buying it. She said, "Mommy's flower all withered so I need to buy new ones!" About a month ago, it was our 5th wedding anniversary and my husband bought a bouquet of red roses. I recently threw it out because the roses became black and old. I pulled out the bunch that Danielle put in the basket because I'd rather buy something useful with that money. I explained to her, "flowers are for special events, honey." Usually, she is very easy to talk to because she pretty much understands everything around her if I explain in proper words. But this time she wouldn't listen to my words and she put the flowers back in the basket. "No, mommy needs her flowers because her flowers all withered and we threw them out." I pulled them out and she put them back again. So I let the flowers to sit there for a while, thinking that I would persuade her out of it before the check out. We began our shopping, walked in the aisles putting things in our basket. And, every time she heard a hint of rustling sound of the paper that wrapped around the flowers, she immediately looked back with suspicion that her mommy was making a move to pull it out again. She made sure that the flowers were sitting there safely, positioning them correctly with her tiny wabbly hands. "I need them for mommy."

How sweet. . .
That's my story from yesterday.

Just now, father came and brought her to his house so that I could have some quiet time and work. In the drive way, sitting in her car seat, she repeatedly said "I love you, mommy" in English and "엄마 사랑해 (I love you, mommy)" in Korean, making heart shapes with her arms and fingers, blowing kisses, and then left.

I guess it's life.

Here are the flowers that she picked out for me.
Nothing fancy, a small bunch of Carnation.

My Solace

by BOiS