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Birdwatch

There's something about Sundays that are so refreshing; it's like the birth of a new week. Imagine being reborn over 52 times a year.

Today, I went for a stroll around my neighbourhood and discovered some neat little specialty shops along Avenue Rd. I can't believe I've neglected to notice them before.

There's a store called Birdwatch that sells a great variety of birdhouses.

Born Ruffians' "Say It" release party...

is tonight!

We are beyond excited!

Heat and Shoes

Myra and I went to check out Brenda Hoffert's open exhibition of "Shoes" at Gallery 888 today as a part of the CONTACT Photography Festival. It really piqued our interest, not only because of our love for shoes, but because of Hoffert's intention of getting to know people through the statements made by footwear. Getting there was a bit disappointing, however. I expected to see more but the quantity was low, about 8-10 framed photographs, without much variety. The room it was set in had very limited space, and the gallery itself seemed to be a modest keep.

Nonetheless, we did fancy a couple:

This one is called "Fashionista". The Louboutins made that quite obvious.

I don't remember what this one was called, but Myra and I loved this the most.

Besides the "Shoes" disappointment, we did have quite an eventful day. Both being non-drivers and also being recently deprived of metropasses, we naturally trekked along Queen St E, to and fro the gallery, despite the sky-rocketing temperature and humidity levels. Making pit stops here and there, we noticed a strange mix of eclectic/interesting and overall sketchiness around that part of town.

May Flowers

I've been sick for most of this month. It's ridiculous.

There's nothing I want more than to recover and enjoy the seemingly pleasant weather outside my window. (Ironically, my sickness came into fruition due to the bipolar weather we experienced earlier this month.)

Here are some photographs of flowers I've taken over the years.

Both photographs were submitted to and published by What If? magazine.

this week's PostSecrets

I find it unfortunate for musicians to feel that the music they make doesn't appear to reach out to others, just because their following isn't quite as large as they'd hope for. But I do hopelessly admire music-makers for sharing their talent. Music is one of the most immediate ways of self-expression, and to be able to perform to an audience, regardless of its size, has got to be the most self-gratifying thing to do.

This reminds me of a Latin proverb that came up in Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot, “Memoria praeteritorum bonorum [the past is always recalled to be good]” (99).

Every memory we can recall is a slightly modified version of a particular moment in time. We witness/experience an occurence, and then our minds doctor such event a bit/a lot as it is stored in our mental compartments.

I guess questioning the veracity of memories just can't be helped.

Source: PostSecret