My new friend, Mutia
I am back in the city! I just realized that it has been three months since I last updated this blog. So many things have been going on with me, I had to take care of that, I had to take care of this, I almost didn't have time for myself. Good thing is, everything has been sorted now and I am already back to my routine! (*cheers* and *beers*)
I thought starting this semester would be another boring phase to get through. But thank god I met this girl called mutia. She just got in toronto a few weeks ago. She came here to pursue a marketing diploma in my previous college. I am so very grateful of her presence here. The day we first met up, I knew we were becoming best friends. We share the same hostility on how awful canada (or toronto in particular) is. We rant on how hip hop culture is very very mainstream here, and how nobody listens to british bands or old timy rock's like us.
I thought starting this semester would be another boring phase to get through. But thank god I met this girl called mutia. She just got in toronto a few weeks ago. She came here to pursue a marketing diploma in my previous college. I am so very grateful of her presence here. The day we first met up, I knew we were becoming best friends. We share the same hostility on how awful canada (or toronto in particular) is. We rant on how hip hop culture is very very mainstream here, and how nobody listens to british bands or old timy rock's like us.
Anyway, I love my new college. Since Ryerson University is located right in downtown, it feels a lot more vibrant than my previous college. Everything is nice here. The school is nice, the residence is nice, the people are even nicer. However, I don't think I have discovered all things that this campus has to offer to me, I have been very, very antisocial lately. I know it is surprising that this comes from a person like me, but lately, I have never been in the mood for parties. I never used to reject party invitations, not this many at least. But now, I don't know why. There is always this 'i think i've had enough of this thing' feeling every time somebody invites me to come for some drink. I just feel that now It is very awkward to be in a party, the conversation, the jokes, ugh I just, don't bond that much anymore.
So instead, I've been wandering around TO with mutia. We bursted our asses to be on time for meetings with mutia's possible apartments' landlords, we shopped vinyl records, we watched concerts, and duh, god damns how we recklessly spent our (parents') money on many many stupid expenses like bedding, tiff membership, clothes, etc. Man, I just hope this month's bills don't explode in my mailbox x_x
Mutia's tired face after a whole day of running here and there
Eaton centre
Some guy playing nice music on Yonge st.
best thing in TO after chicken fingers, BLIXI!!
hell of a nightview from my new room's window
Some scene in front of metro(?)
