This year is Canada’s 150th birthday and there are weird art and promos for it everywhere. To me, Canada is more than just a maple leaf. It’s the place where I was born and have felt relatively safe all my life. I know in being born here I am ascribed certain privileges, but I always to keep an open mind so that we can create a more equal Canada for all.
What does Canada mean to you?
This week rising queer-band PWR BTTM were outed as sexual abusers. I knew a lot of people who loved this band. Who would dazzle themselves in glitter and enjoy the so-called safe space of their shows.
It must be heartbreaking to find out that they’re not the people they thought they were. I watched this unfold from the sidelines as someone who is impartial since I never actually got around to listening to their music. Not a thing to brag about, just coincidence. But I do care about those that were emotionally affected.
It’s great that people are being informed about predators. However, I’ve seen too many people post on other people’s walls or try to message people in a vein of “LOOK WHAT YOUR FAV BAND DID”. If that’s you, please reconsider this. This news is everywhere, so the person would find out regardless, but it’s up to them to personally decide if they want to continue supporting the band, or if they will painfully let go of music they thought were from their allies. If they choose to remain silent until they can process it all, it’s their choice.
What exactly do you achieve for being the asshole who needs to personally ruin someone’s day?
It’s an awkward thing to talk about.. but I hate my monthly friend. These visits have been occurring since I was 10.
For 3 days, I feel like I can hardly move because it’s hard to. It comes down heavy like a thunderstorm. But during a thunderstorm, you can see the clouds receding.
I’ve tried to lure them away with Tylenol, and other prescriptions. I’m hormonally imbalanced enough without messing further. I’m afraid the combination would turn me into a terrible person.
I’ve grown up now but my monthly friend still visits. It comes by during work, when I’m out friends when I’m at music festivals and ruins my day. It’s debilitating.
Sometimes I don’t let it defeat me, but I think occasionally it is ok to admit defeat. I am human. I am currently in bed writing this blog post as I wait for my Uber Eats. And I will probably fall asleep after on this Friday night.
How do you deal with your friend? I’m open to trying natural methods.
Last night was the last concert for a while at The Silver Dollar. It’ll be closing so that they can build condos in the area. It will re-open because it has a heritage designation, but because of the closures, the people that are involved will probably not be a part of it anymore.
Thank you for all the special memories:
– It was one of my first club venues before I was even old enough to go to it. I’d volunteer for NXNE (when it was still cool).
– I stood in awkward silence beside people who are now my friends.
– I fell in love with a lot of my favourite bands there.
– I held my first blog showcases there
– I shot my first concert photos there.
– I killed my first camera there.
The venue may come back, but it’ll never be the same. #RIPSilverDollar
I don’t really celebrate Easter unless you count buying discount chocolate when it’s over. I’m just happy I have an extra day of the weekend to unwind (and play my Nintendo Switch).
I also get to experiment with more fun looks on my days off. Here is one I liked from last weekend:
I liked it enough to use it as my avatar on some of my social media. I’m trying to use some of those makeup sets before fate brings more into my life.
I was super excited to be a recipient of a free pillow at the JUNO Awards. It was delivered one day after in a star filled box.
I’ve already slept a few days with it and I love it. I’ve actually never had a fluffy pillow my entire life. Growing up all our pillows were flat and firm, so I got used to that.
The Casper has an inner and outer pillow. One firm and the other soft respectively. The cover always keeps you cool, so every side is the cool side of the pillow. It retains it’s shape and doesn’t seem to flatten that easily.
I’m enjoying it so far and can’t wait for every sleep.
Here’s a photo of me in the box:
Earlier this week, I somehow stabbed myself in my right eye with my thumbnail. It hurt a lot. I teared up involuntarily at my desk at work. I saw fuzziness for the first day. It was terrible.
I left work a little bit early because I didn’t want to look like I was bawling at my desk and people kept coming up to talk to me for some reason. The trip home was the worst!
I couldn’t keep my eye(s) open. It helped to doze off a bit so that the tearing would stop. I got off a few stops early to pick up some antibiotic eye drops so that it wouldn’t get infected. I probably looked like an idiot as I teared up mid-aisle staring at eye drops. There were too many to choose from and I only had one eye to read labels.
Eventually, I went home (which was also the day of my Miss Fresh package came and I still cooked a recipe and was magically fine while doing it). After that, I lay in bed and let my sore eye rest with a warm towel in my eye and some eye drops. More involuntary crying happened and I fell asleep early watching The Simpsons.
The next day. I took some Tylenol for the remaining pain and applied eyedrops to my swollen eye. I probably looked a bit strange but I still put on eyeliner to seem normal. I was more functional.
Today, I seriously just forgot about it. Sometimes pain is a combination of physical but psychological as well. I think it healed more today, but I can feel it more when I think about it vs when I’m so busy at work and school that I don’t have time to have a crazy eye!
Anyways, I don’t know what the moral of this story is but maybe I’ll read my own post and not poke myself in the eye again.
When you move out, it’s fun to do groceries because you can buy whatever you want!
I love thinking up new recipe ideas and picking up snacks. This week I will be doing things a bit differently and trying a grocery/meal delivery thing. Stay tuned!
On one hand, I’m glad I can still look young (and not 29), but on the other hand, I know I’m growing up. People were super surprised I was engaged. I guess they never figured I was that old, or that I would grow up. I’ve started to think more in terms of wedding planning and finances.
However, I think I can continue having fun, no matter what age I am or where I am in life!
I don’t know why but every time I order a coffee and put on a lid, the coffee would explode everywhere.
It doesn’t matter where it is. Maybe I walk weird or something.
Tiana Feng 