Thoughts on a Friday

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Rope climbing competition, 1928
  • All I smell is the perfume I sprayed on my wrist while I was in Sephora today.
  • Can’t say that I’m crazy about it.
  • But what can one do when faced with so many perfume options? Other than spray your wrist, I mean.
  • I can’t remember who it was by, but I’m thinking it was Dior.
  • In Bloom, maybe?
  • It’s a little too floral-y and sweet for my taste.
  • In fact, it smells like something my sister would wear.
  • I wish I had a signature perfume.
  • But I have no idea what it is.
  • It takes experimentation, I guess, and body chemistry.
  • Guys out there, is it any easier when trying cologne?
  • Probably.
  • *snorts in derision*
  • This is what happens when you just want to smell nice.
  • I think it’s time to start wearing cologne.
  • Then watch with a creepy smile on my face as I confuse the heck out of everyone.
  • I watched Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle the other day,¬†and it lived up to every one of my expectations.
  • I was not disappointed.
  • I was only slightly apprehensive about it because it was coming off of the original Jumanji movie, but…. It was really good?
  • Plus they paid tribute to Robin Williams, and that made me happy and sad at the same time.
  • But yeah, I enjoyed it.
  • It was funny, full of action and just… I can’t… Even.
  • Robin Williams ūüėĘ
  • And I found a new crush in Nick Jonas.
  • Oops.
  • I made a good choice.
  • I mean, a good choice for a movie!
  • I wish more movies out there were like that.
  • Nothing like a romp in the jungle.
  • Apparently it was filmed in Hawaii.
  • Well, then I guess I’m going to Hawaii.
  • If—aha, no, I mean¬†when—I make it there, I’m going to pretend as thought I’m in the show Lost¬†for my entire stay.
  • That’s just how it is.
  • Because I think of Hawaii, and then I think of Lost.
  • Smoke monster, aaah!
  • Aaaaand I just got a whiff of that perfume on my wrist.
  • But really.
  • I got more excited than I should have this morning when I heard that there would be a Star Wars tv series in the works.
  • It’s all too much for my nerves.
  • Shit, when did I become such a Star Wars freak?
  • Probably because of the most recent one.
  • Dammit.
  • My stream of consciousness is going great guns, and I think it’s because I’ve had too much coffee.
  • Makes for productive thinking.
  • Like coming to terms with the fact that Krispy Kreme now has a lemon-glazed doughnut.
  • Or is it donut?
  • Other than Hawaii, the one place I would like to be at this moment is in LA for the TCM film festival.
  • Don’t you @ me.
  • It’s all over my Twitter feed, and I just want to have a good time and bask in the Old Hollywood-kissed sun.
  • And maybe run into a famous celebrity.
  • Seasoned or new.
  • And eventually fling myself onto someone’s Star on Hollywood Boulevard.
  • I think my stream of consciousness has nearly run its course.
  • Unless you want to hear about my baby-related dreams.
  • No, you probably don’t.
  • It’s the weekend, I’m free.

Today’s musical piece is from… You guessed it! Because it gave me all the feels of the original movie.

Image via Yesterday’s Print

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Be kind

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It was a rough start to the week in our city. There are no words I can easily express to describe what everyone has been feeling these last few days, other than sad. Just really, really sad.

It is a tragic time for Toronto–with lives lost and others injured on account of one individual. We have seen such incidents played out in other cities around the world, and while it was something we knew we were not immune to (fortunate as we have been), it came as a devastating shock never the less.

Grief is a personal and, at times, lonely thing. However, I’ve seen time and time again that in tragedies like this, that it brings people together. In Toronto, it is no exception. In fact, we’ve come together more as a city than we have in quite some time.

If there’s one thing I’ve heard more often than not since this past Monday, it has been one simple thing: to be kind to one another. In the hubbub of our busy lives, it’s easy to get wrapped up in our own issues. But the act of kindness and being considerate towards others can make a remarkable difference, and since Monday, I’ve seen plenty of it around Toronto.

Lastly, I just wanted to say how proud I am of this city, and how happy and fortunate I am to call it home. ¬†This incident has changed us, but will certainly not define us.¬†The journey to recovery and closure won’t be easy, but at least we’ll going through it together.

 

 

Love, dating, or lack of it: an alternative millennial story

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Here’s a confession for you: I’m in my (very) late 20s… And I’ve never dated. I’ve never been on a date. I’ve never been in a relationship. ¬†Those of you who know me are probably like, ‘well colour me shocked!’

I wish that I had some stories to share about my past experiences in love and heartbreak. To have them be funny, charming and full of bittersweet wisdom. But the truth is, I only have enough experience to make a few scribbles. The rest is still a blank chapter that’s yet to be filled.

I’ve been witness to friends and family members who have found love in their teens and 20s; they are either married, or very soon will be. ¬†If they don’t have a boyfriend/girlfriend yet, they probably will have one soon.

And then, there’s me: The perma-single. Forever the third wheel, forever showing up to family functions with no partner to smugly introduce. So single, in fact, that no one even bothers asking me if I’m seeing anyone. (I should probably be relieved.)

I should note that being single doesn’t necessarily bother me. I’ve been on my own for a good quarter of a century, and I’ve gotten this far without a SO just fine. I like that I have this time to learn about myself and to do the things I enjoy most, without compromising.

That being said, when you get this far with nothing more than a peck on the cheek*, and you see everyone paired up and happy (for the most part), you feel¬†as though you’ve been missing out on something special. (That, and the romantic notions you were raised on as a kid have failed you.)

I could easily justify this based on my personality: at first glance I’m somewhat reserved, quiet, and not always willing to make the first move. (i.e.: A cute guy looks my way, and I…. turn to mush.) It’s followed me thorough high school, and despite having grown up since then, somewhere inside me that shy high school version of myself still lingers.

Putting oneself out there is tough; especially in this day and age, when everything is generally done through a screen; it’s only made worse when you are made to post appealing pictures of yourself and have to come up with cutesy/witty bios.

Which brings me to the online dating/phone dating apps: Tinder, Bumble, and Hinge, to name a few. I’ve never tried Hinge. Tinder I find trashy. As for Bumble, that’s where the woman gets to make the first move. It is filled with beautiful (and at times, shirtless) fellows who tend to write the same descriptions in their bios. I could dedicate a whole post to guys I come across on Bumble:¬†‘spider killer’. ‘Entrepreneur’. ‘Looking for the one.’¬†‘Sports, travel and beer.’¬†¬†And my favourite–‘Baby in the photo is my niece/nephew’.¬†¬†Phew, for a second I thought it was actually yours!¬†

I have a love-hate relationship with Bumble. You swipe right, send out a friendly ‘hey!’ and if you’re lucky, you’ll get a response. When I don’t get responses after a few tries, that’s when I’m ready to throw in the towel. F*** this!¬†This is app is stupid!¬†I think. And then, no sooner than I delete it from my phone, I start to think, maybe I should give it another go?¬†Ugh.

But really, I think it comes down to a matter of being in the right place and the right time. And right now–in my mind, at least–the timing still isn’t… Right. There are things I still need to sort out, both personally and externally, and those things have to be done on my own. That’s where my special ‘Saturn Return’ might come in handy!

Would I like to meet someone? Definitely. Will it happen through a dating app? I kind of hope not, but if it happens to work out, then I’ll be damned. Whatever the results may be, I trust that the Universe knows what its doing, and has my back.

In the words of Forrest Gump, “I don’t know if we have a destiny, or if we’re all just floatin’ around accidental-like on a breeze, but I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happenin’ at the same time.”

Having a limited dating/relationship experience should not make anyone feel less than adequate, and that’s why I chose to write about my own experience–or the lack of it!

And that’s all I got to say bout’ that.

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*That peck on the cheek was a special something from an Italian boy I met for about five seconds while on a school trip in Italy. I was sixteen, and he wasn’t even that cute, but it MADE MY LIFE.

 

Top image from here, Forrest Gump GIF via GIPHY

January

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Oh, hello! I didn’t see you there. Hope you weren’t waiting long. Happy 2018!

I have a love-hate relationship with this time of year. I love the fresh cold air, the short days, and the snow (when it’s dry). I love the prospect of the beginning of a new year, and having a fresh set of goals to accomplish in the new year. Oh, and hot dinners.

And hot chocolate.

On the other hand: I hate when the temperature rises above zero, which in turn makes things messy; that it takes forever to bundle up to go outside, and the abundance of germs everywhere. (Speaking of which, I’m on my third consecutive cold since November???! Seriously, am I that unhealthy?)

But I digress. My first accomplishment of 2018 was seeing the latest Star Wars flick on the big screen, and I’m so very glad I did.

So beautiful! Even the guard on the right can’t handle it.

(Ps: I may or may not be aboard the Reylo bandwagon. #OopsdIjustadmitthat?)

Now to other things I want to do before the year is up! One is to visit The Infinity Mirrors exhibit at the AGO. In short, it is the craziest/most gorgeous looking art exhibit by Yayoi Kusama. I knew that when it eventually came to Toronto, I would want to see it. And see it I will. (And Instagram it I definitely will.)

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The other thing is the Christian Dior exhibit at the ROM. If there’s one thing I’ve ever wanted to experience in life, it’s got to be 1) wearing a spectacular vintage gown or 2) be within reaching distance of one. Preferably the former, but this exhibit will do!

And because my vintage clothing obsession doesn’t end with Dior, I also hope to visit the Toronto Vintage Clothing Show this March. Then I’ll really be up close and personal with vintage finds. And just maaaaybe I’ll be taking something home.

I can’t think of much else, other than that I want to/should write more, and take more photos. And skate this winter. I’ve said that every winter, and have yet to do it.

Suddenly, it just hit me that I’ve found my 2018 theme: Just do it. So, I shall!

To end things on a musical note, I watched Fiddler on the Roof for the first time last week. Lovely film with great music, but the Matchmaker song has been stuck in my head for a week. Now it’s your turn.

 

Image from here, Dior image from here,

It’s beginning to look a lot like…

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Yes, that’s the first snow of the season. Magic!

It now feels like we’ve reached peak Christmas, because there’s nothing in the world that compliments colourful Christmas lights and decorations more so than a blanket of white fluff.

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The dog clearly loves it.

My Christmas shopping is (mostly) complete, so now it’s down to the final touches. And festive baking! So much baking. And so much eating to come.

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Started out with this….

IMG_0431.jpgWhile getting a tad distracted (because baking while having old movies on in the background is a unique pastime of mine)….

But I finished them eventually.

IMG_0428At least, not until the end of the movie. (Slightly Dangerous, if you’re wondering)

As of this past Friday, I’ve been riding the wings of Meatloaf tunes, because I saw the Bat out of Hell musical. It was actually pretty good! If not a little strange in terms of the plot line. But still, very admirably 70s/80s’ rock. The lead performer was especially good, because his singing was actually suited for the rock music, and didn’t have the typical broadway singing voice.

Other things of note:

  • Don’t film a drone over a Renaissance festival or this will happen.
  • A week from today, it’s Doctor Who day! (I may or may not cry when 12 regenerates.)
  • The new Star Wars movie!! I may have to quit using Twitter until I see it because spoilers are jumping out from around the corners on me.
  • Another lovely year end tribute from TCM.

ALSO, because I am (for once) shameless, I started using Wattpad to publish some ridiculous stories I’ve had bopping around my head. READ MY FIRST STORY HERE. (ps: be gentle, it’s still a work in progress…!!)

If I don’t get back here later this week for my round of ‘thoughts’ or whatnot, enjoy listening to Bat out of Hell. (ps: get a load of that overture!)

Thoughts on a Monday

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Taken by me, last summer on my good camera.
  • Hello, I’m here on a Monday!
  • I may have to do this more frequently, if my Fridays are going to keep me busy.
  • Mondays will be a bit busy too, but I might have enough time and energy to drop by in the afternoon.
  • I got back from a ballet class after a month off, and I never felt so… Intermediate.
  • My beats and entrechats are a mess.
  • Right now, anyway, because I haven’t been practicing much this summer.
  • Oops.
  • Still debating about whether to go through with the RAD Advanced Foundation training.
  • For now, yes, but as to whether I will actually do it…?
  • It’s a big commitment.
  • Two more years of my life, training for something where I might only earn a pass.
  • Which is what I got on my most recent exam.
  • And the exam before. Which is ok…. Sort of.
  • Unless I work super duper hard for a higher mark.
  • But I might have other things to do.
  • However, our marks also depend on how seasoned the examiner is.
  • That makes a difference.
  • Our examiner was definitely seasoned.
  • Same with the examiner I had before for my Intermediate Foundation exam, but after this recent exam, I never thought I would have an appreciation for the other examiner.
  • Go figure.
  • But oh boy, those entrechats.
  • It’s not so much about the calves beating together, but the inner thighs.
  • Look here to see what I’m talking about.
  • They’re like delicate little butterflies.
  • On your feet.
  • That’s just what they remind me of.
  • So, today’s news tells me that The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are expecting no. 3.
  • Well well! That’s some pleasant news.
  • I guess they decided to wait until after the anniversary of Princess Diana’s passing.
  • It’s very interesting, looking back on it all.
  • Same with reflecting on how it affects us today.
  • I mean, I was only seven when it happened, and even though I didn’t understand the events leading up to her death, I do remember how significant it all felt, and the huge sense of loss for everyone.
  • There was so much to that woman that none of us knew or understood.
  • She was incredibly complex, and had a rather sad life.
  • But never the less, she had a heart of gold.
  • I end this post with a song I found through a TCM promo video.¬†Who ever compiles the clips together and finds the music to accompany them is brilliant.