Casa Loma and Other Weekend Things

So this weekend was incredibly amazing! C’s friends were in from out of town and we went to visit Casa Loma! Like finally! It was really awesome and totally lives up to the hype… wait there is no hype! Why is there no hype? The place is bloody amazing! There is a tunnel underground and you can walk from one end to the other.

We basically walked from the castle to the red building across that you see in the picture below.

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Won’t lie, the tunnel isn’t the best experience when you have asthma but it was worth it. Cause where the tunnel ended, a garage and stables began! I mean seriously, the man had way too many cars. Here are some of my favourites! (Apparently, he was the first one in Canada to have a motorized car and he crashed it on the day he got it because he didn’t know how to brake! waittt whaaat?!)

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Then we went on to see some other treasures in this humongous place that someone once called home albeit briefly. Henry Pallett only got to reside there for 15 years.

The place is basically secret passage galore and weird art. Pallett also loved animal skin rugs (someone call PETA) but then again that was the norm back then. Ewww.

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Saw this clock thingy (pictured above and had to take a photo).

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Also Lady Pellatt was awesome!

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More glorious views from the tower! Used to be slums and now it offers such a great view of the Toronto skyline.

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Yesterday I went to watch Inside Out with my sister but that’s a post for tomorrow because I want to do a proper review on that but I give it 4 thumbs up, you know with my hands and feet! Love you sista! #sisters4eva

I didn’t do any work this weekend and that is just fine

It happens every once in a while. I lose all will and motivation to do anything but that’s not what happened this weekend. I intentionally decided to not do anything.

No school, no work, no getting stressed out about oh so many things that needed to get done.
Instead, I read and spent a wonderful day in the city, out and about, with the hubz! 🙂 Couldn’t be happier! Totally ready to kick butt at work tomorrow now!

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Picture Taken at Kensington Market in Toronto

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First weekend read was A Bunch of Pretty Things I Did not Buy by Sarah Lazarovic! She is a Canadian illustrator and designer who also happens to have written a wonderful book. It is a light read and perfect for a lazy summer weekend. This is also something I would highly recommend all of you shopaholics out there to read. I picked up some shopping tips and actually applied them when I went shopping. All I can say is, quality over quantity folks.

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My second weekend read was a graphic novel. I haven’t updated this site in a while but I did mention a year ago that I am enrolled in a Masters program at University of Toronto. It is a really diverse program, which is why I have been able to take some really interesting classes in the last two years (Oh did I mention that I graduate in 2 weeks?!)
Anyways, I am currently taking a class on Graphic Novels and Comic Books in the Library and have actively started seeking out and reading comic books. Which led me to The Big Skinny.

Ok that’s a big fat lie! That’s only part of the equation. I also have started a weight loss journey… No, I don’t have an eating disorder and I am not obese. I am just trying to be healthier and eat better for the sake of older me. (hey 50 year old me! if you are reading this… you are welcome! ;))
So as I was saying, the comic book class and the quest for a healthier me led me to Carol Lay‘s work in the form of The Big Skinny. It is a bibliography cum self help guide to help folks eat healthier! I especially love the calorie count table at the end of the book! Thank you Carol.

The book does not tell you to count calories obsessively but just being aware of what you put inside your body is really freaking important!

It was written in 2008 so some of the research is not super up to date. For instance, she recommends using Stevia and Edamame… Two things I will never put in my body ever again. Overall though, it is a really fun, fast and useful read.

Oh and I guess finally cleaning my desk counts as a little bit of work! :p

photo (10)I hope all of you had a wonderful weekend as well! Catch you soon!

Letting Go and Growing Up

So much has changed now or maybe nothing has changed. At home with my parents this week and it feels like I am not just reconnecting with them but reconnecting with myself.

There is so much that I’ve been able to let go of. I guess when you leave home things happen. I do not feel attached to a lot of the stuff that I was extremely territorial about and gave them away to my sister today. I was cleaning my room out and my sister asked me, if this was me officially moving out?.

I guess yes and I guess not. I love my parents place and I want to leave some parts of me behind, interspersed with their life and creating what we call home. Mum and Dad are both doing well which makes me extremely happy and sister is taking care of these two baby hamsters that are the cutest things in the world.

Opened my parents fridge and it is spotless and clean as always. Compared it to C’s and my fridge (cause obviously!) and wondered why we aren’t able to maintain it. Perhaps it took my parents years too? or so I like to think because it makes me feel better. My mom is the glue to this family and my dad is the glitter. Blame the book that I am currently reading but I think it is really true.

 

Growing Up

 

I really do not know how my mum does it. My parents have been married for almost 29 years now and are able to maintain this extreme balance in their lives that I can only dream of. My dad always and I mean ALWAYS gets home around 6pm and hence my folks neither understand or approve of my work schedule.

As expected mother was against me getting anything from thrift/vintage stores, “Ab toh job hai, naya khareed lo. (now you have a job, buy new stuff)?” she asked and her expression whilst asking that question was priceless. I wonder what my mother liked when she was younger? Maybe I should ask her that.

The earliest memories I have of her revolve around her 80’s fluorescent hoop earrings, her freshly starched salwar kameez and her pencil heels. She always seemed ready to conquer the world, a lot like how I am now in my flats! ha!

I do not possess the grace of my mum but someday I hope to be like her and I hope I can be as amazing a mother as she is.

Of talented friends…

Heather's painting

The demon in my head

Price: C$130

This beautiful piece was painted by a friend of mine, Heather Jenkins, and I really want her to have her own online store but first we have to sell some art to prove that there is demand for it!

It is going for $40 with a frame! Let me know if any of you awesome folks are interested! You can reach me at roasted keyboard at gmail dot com. To see more of Heather’s beautiful work, click here! >> CLICK ME <<

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Heather's work

Finished product: C$40

Size: A4

This is the final product but if any of you like the 3 stages it can be painted on a canvas as well! It would mean a lot if you lovely folks shared this post!

To Hell and Back Again

Writing was like breathing to me. Something that I needed to survive but…

I don’t know at what point I stopped writing at all.

I think I let love get the better of me. Love… love?

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Yes love.

It’s gone now anyways. Well not quite. Love knocks again and again.

In different shapes and forms.

What will happen? I don’t know.

but I am here to stay.

After all, what doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger right? right?

Right.

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Hope

She was afraid at first, for there was an all too familiar feeling; dread.

Yes, dread was it. She didn’t know what was happening but he was getting into her head and her heart and there was no denying or stopping it.

She tried to block him out at first.

Once, while holding her, he told her that at the start he was trying to push her away, intentionally. She wanted to laugh and say, ‘well that makes the two of us.’

He wasn’t the only one hiding secrets. War scars is what she called them. We all have them. For all of life is a certain type of war, is it not?

Some of us show our scars, while some of us try to conceal them and we get so good at hiding them that we even fool ourselves and doubt their existence.

Around him, she could not hide them anymore and it took every single particle of her being to stop herself from loving him. She was attracted to him like nail filings to a magnet and there came a point when she stopped fighting the feeling.

Around him, she could be herself. Around him, everything became easier.

She could just tell him her deepest, darkest secrets and not be afraid that he would tell anyone. Not be afraid that he would betray her, or so she hoped.

Hope; it keeps us going does it not?

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Lies

Lies.

Hello

They never do get you anywhere, now do they? We all lie from time to time. Don’t even bother denying it. You know you have. Heck, I know I have.

None of us are perfect but there is a line that shouldn’t be crossed, people who shouldn’t be hurt and things that shouldn’t be said or done.

When you claim to love someone, why lie?

You are sitting in a cafe, with your head in your hands, the cold wind sends chills up and down your spine. You shiver but the storm that is raging inside you renders you motionless, so much so that you do not even want to move to a warmer spot.

You sit and you wonder. Why are they lying to you? Is it necessary?

You start to question yourself. Do I intimidate him? Why does he feel the need to lie to me? All I ever did was to love him. Is that such a bad thing? You sit and wonder and that’s precisely what you have been doing for the past few months.

Every time you muster up the courage to call him out on his lies, something gets in the way. Maybe it’s your need to be loved or maybe you are just plain stupid, you can’t decide which.

All you know is that you love him and that you are afraid. So very afraid.

Afraid to lose him. Afraid that no one will care. Afraid that everything will cease to make sense.

Afraid. Yes, that’s what you are. Why though?