Getting a new wool carpet was the best part.
We’re always on the fence about Richmond Hill.
The traffic is terrible.
House prices are astronomical.
It’s tragically industrial (the sad 80s kind).
The east >< west buses are never on time.
The GO Train doesn’t run on the weekend.
It’s not all bad though.
Richmond Hill does have a good slice.
Maybe not as good as a Toronto slice,
but it’s pretty darn close.
As we were carrying our pizza up the elevator,
an older couple stepped on to ride up with us.
The woman was holding a Pizza Pizza box.
Can you guess which couple had the better night?*
*no offense to Pizza Pizza fans, but you’re in denial and admitting it is the first step.
p.s. special thanks to Ashley for inspiring this post.
I love holidays.
I really try to share my joy with others too.
It seems trendy to hate Valentine’s Day now though.
Then again, maybe it’s always been a tiny bit of a silly holiday.
And it’s not like we made a huge fuss about it over here.
We ate dinner in and bought each other small gifts (my scarf and his hat).
My parents sent us a little care package too (chocolate, chap stick and a moustache kit).
I’ve always been my mum’s Valentine since I can remember.
And I hope I still am for decades more to come.
I just don’t see what’s so liberating about hate or apathy.
I don’t think I ever will.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
We were celebrating all week at school.
Sorry for the blurry picture–my camera is such a pain to lug around so we just used camera phones.
When are camera phones going to be as good as DSLRs anyway?
Forget tablets we can use under water or the helium shortage, can we just focus technology research on cell phone cameras for a little bit?
That would be quite awesome. Thanks.
Earthbound (for SNES) was one of my favourite games growing up.
I just loved the humour, the story, the gameplay and pretty much everything about it.
I’ve been dying to play the sequel (although it’s technically the third game in the franchise).
Jon finally found a translation, so we’ve been playing it all weekend.
We haven’t really left the house since Friday.
Which might explain why we’re still in pyjamas on a perfectly nice Saturday afternoon.
We regret nothing.
When your flat’s more than 50 years old,
you’ve just got to roll with it.
Also, you might even grow to like it
(mostly because your soul is from the 60s anyway).
We went to pacific mall this afternoon.
We ate fish balls, waffle balls and cream puffs.
Spherical food: because edible geometrics are a thing.
Jonathan bought a scarf;
I decided I wanted it instead.
It would probably match our hallway too.
It’s been a rainy weekend here.
We saw Django Unchained yesterday.
It was so good, we couldn’t stop talking about it.
And now I’m watching Reservoir Dogs,
because we’re still feeling the Tarantino mood.
While Jon was making breakfast,
we were whistling songs back and forth (mostly songs from Zelda, the video game).
Sammie thought we were birds–or at least something suspicious.
See the pointy ears?
That means he’s trying really really hard to hear something.
Enjoy your day c: